Captain Josh's Small Wife

The Spell of a Girl

Morning greet, the sunlight began to penetrate the window of a girl's room that was still asleep in her dreams. Slowly the girl blinked her eyes as she felt something warm teasing her sleep.

Not long after, a knock on the door kept repeating and made the girl open her eyes wide.

“Freesia Lovina, wake up!” anne shouted from behind the door. “On the count of five you do not wake up, do not blame aunt if there is no breakfast ration for you,” Anne threatened, the woman then began counting down. “Five... four.. tig...” Anne did not continue her count because before the count to the three door rooms were wide open and featured a girl with a very messy appearance. Pajama buttons that are not attached to place, long hair that is more similar to lion hair, and white stains of saliva are still attached to the corner of his lips.

“Why aunty always threatens me with food. Can't aunt let me sleep any longer. It's Sunday bi, time to laze,” protest Freesia with a hoarse voice, do not forget her hands are busy cleaning the dirt in her eyes.

“There is no such thing as a lazy day. Now take a quick shower and help aunty in the flower shop!” exclaimed Anne with a ruffled hand on her waist.

“If my parents were still alive they would not be as good as aunty,” complained Freesia, a complaint that did not even bother Anne anymore.

“If they were still alive, they would be ashamed to have a lazy child like you!” anne won't lose to her niece.

“Yes yes, that's why they chose to leave me,” chirps Freesia, the girl then went back into the room and went to the bathroom, before getting into the bathroom, Freesia stopped her steps, she said, the girl then looked at her aunt . “Bi, you still owe me about their deaths,” Freesia said, the girl then rolled her eyes at Anne.

Meanwhile Anne can only sigh that sounds so heavy, since Freesia began to grow up the girl often terrorizes him with the same question, which is about the cause of death of both parents.

During this time Anne silenced and kept the secret of the death of her brother and sister-in-law, for her no longer need to bring up old wounds that had not even dried up.

At the dinner table, Anne had prepared bread as well as a glass of warm milk for her nephew.

“Bread again, milk again. Bored bi,” whined Freesia while staring lazy bread and a glass of milk in front of her.

“Then do not need to eat,” Anne pulled the plate containing the bread away, but Freesia's hand swiftly held the plate.

With little force Freesia finally stuffed the bread into her mouth.

“She was bored,” quipped Anne while chuckling at the sight of her nephew's mouth bulging due to the tightness of children's food.

“Forced, than my typhus kumat,” says Freesia upset.

Despite having Dutch blood, Freesia prefers an Indonesian breakfast, rather than a piece of fresh bread spread jam and a glass of warm milk, Freesia prefers nasi uduk and warm tea as a breakfast menu.

The two women of different generations enjoyed their breakfast in silence.

As usual, after breakfast Freesia was in charge of washing dishes. After the homework was done, the rarely-groomed niece and aunt went to Anne Florist.

Freesia paddled her bike with a smile, a gust of wind swept across her face and waving her long brown hair, making the girl appear to shine as bright as the sun this morning. Do not forget the earphones hanging on both sides of the little girl's ears, her tiny lips muttering along singing the song she was hearing.

So engrossed in cycling and singing, Freesia did not realize if there was a car speeding from the same direction. In a fork of Freesia turned her bike, but at the same time a luxury sedan also turned and accidentally grazed Freesia's bike.

Brakes...

Freesia fell down with her bike, her left leg was hit by the body of the bike while her right leg seemed to float in the air, the girl draped her earphones around her neck and stared intently at the car that had left her lying on the side of the road.

“Are you okay?” asked a man with a low tone and impressed heavy, the bass voice of the man sounded sexy.

“Loe's eyes are blind, see foot gu..” Freesia did not continue her swear sentence, the girl was glued to her place with her eyeballs almost out. Freesia blinked her eyes repeatedly, making sure she wasn't hallucinating.

“Hey, are you okay?” repeat the man while flicking a finger in front of Freesia's face.

“Eh anu, gu. I mean I'm fine,” Freesia replied nervously, how not, if the man who just got in the meaning is Josh, the handsome captain who is claimed to be his.

Josh helps lift the bike that hit Freesia's feet, carefully Josh also helps Freesia stand up.

"We have to go to the hospital, it looks like your leg is injured," Josh worried.

While Freesia was focused on looking at the face of her beloved man so closely, even Freesia could smell the vanilla scent of the man who was helping her. Freesia as if hypnotized, the girl gawked as she clearly saw Josh's handsome face sculpture.

"Hey, we have to go to the hospital," asked Josh again, this time the man looked at Freesia's face that looked like a stupid girl.

"Josh, come. I'm almost too late!" shouted a woman in an annoyed tone, inevitably Freesia distanced herself from Josh.

"Aw," cried Freesia loudly, as she shifted her legs, she felt pain.

"Your leg must have been injured" said Josh, who returned to focus on Freesia after looking back where a woman was waiting for him.

"Josh, hurry!" the woman shouted impatiently.

The man named Josh turned his head after hearing the screams of the woman who was waiting for him beside the car. "Jen, patience. This girl is hurt" replied Josh.

"Just give him some money, I can't wait for Josh!"

"I'm fine, you better leave now" said Freesia, the girl slightly upset at the woman who interrupted her moment with Josh, but as much as possible Freesia showed her gentle attitude in front of the man she wanted.

"But your leg is hurt!" josh hesitated to leave Freesia.

"No papa sir, my goal is near" replied Freesia.

"All right then. I'm really sorry, "Josh took his wallet out of his pocket, the man gave Freesia his business card. "Call me if your leg is seriously injured."

Freesia just nodded stiffly, in the face of Josh's back that had been away.

"Joshua Janszen," Spell Freesia while staring at the business card in her hand.

"You're mine, bim salabim!"

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