HUSBAND PROBLEM

Tragedies

Jean repeatedly looked at the clock on her wrist. The time has shown at 21:15 it means he has been waiting for Shaka for almost two hours more.

Jean came running because she thought she was late. However, when she gets there, Jean doesn't find Shaka anywhere.

Jean was still sitting. The food she ordered had just run out, because for too long Jean had decided to eat first, and until now Shaka had not appeared.

To be honest, Jean felt very tired and a little dizzy. In the morning, there were a lot of activities that he went through. Starting from guidance with campus lecturers and also stopping by Kayana's house which is not close. Unfortunately, Jean's phone is left at Kayana's house so she can't contact Shaka and can only wait for the man.

Seconds by second passed. I don't think the time has shown at 22:20.

"Excuse me Miss, I'm sorry we're closing soon" said a female servant kindly.

"All right." Jean looked at him for a moment. The cafe is very quiet. Only he and a few servants were cleaning up some tables in the corner.

"Thank you for your visit. Good night, Miss."

Jean nodded with a smile and then passed from there.

Is he busy? Why didn't you tell me from the beginning? If only my phone hadn't been left behind...

Late night conditions make the road around the campus look lonely. There were only a few people passing by.

It didn't take long for Jean to get to the stop. The state of the stop was deserted, only himself alone. He checked the clock on his wrist.

Is there still a bus operating at this hour, huh?

Again Jean cursed his phone that was left behind. If only he had not forgotten his cell phone, his body would have been lying on his comfortable bed and might have been dreaming beautifully.

Jean sat down with a tender body. Closing his eyes, he felt his head now begin to throb. Bonding her hair on the loose hoping that her dizziness decreases.

Jean was still closing her eyes when a horde of foreign men wanted to approach her. Stand not far from her and whisper to each other and approach Jean.

Jean opened her eyes slightly as the sound of footsteps approached. Realizing to see some men dressed all in black and strange, Jean straightened her body and shifted to a corner, alert.

Two of the four men walked towards him. From the looks of their faces alone, Jean could judge that they were not good people. Immediately, he stood up, away from them.

"Eh-eh, where are you going, pretty?" One of the men exclaimed.

"What do you want?" jean asked, still trying to calm down.

"We just want to get acquainted. Here's beautiful, don't go far." One of the men with a head of hair now dared to approach him and wanted to touch him.

Jean reflex moved away and ran with all her might. The four men would naturally not take it off, they chased after.

"Well run, chase!"

Jean continued to run without looking back. His head was still throbbing dizzy he held it as hard as he could.

The screaming sounds behind her were still clear even though Jean had run quite fast. It's been a long way and the power's almost gone.

The panicked Jean did not realize that her feet had stepped on the crossing.

Thiins...

Brucks

The car stopped just as he was about to get hit. Luckily, the driver quickly stepped on the brake pedal.

Jean limp. Being chased by striped men not to mention his unfit condition made him fall just right in front of the car.

"JEANNIE!"

That voice...

"Aarshaka?" Jean lifted her gaze with her eyes.

"Jean, are you okay?" Shaka said anxiously while watching Jean's body.

Suddenly a group of men come to make Shaka's attention turn to them.

"Who are you?"

Shaka felt that if these men in front of him were not good people, started to digest the situation. Looks like Jean's been chasing these guys.

"Jean, get in my car" Shaka said after helping Jean stand up.

Jean nods and walks with the rest of her energy towards Shaka's car. One of the men came forward to hit Shaka but was quickly picked up by Shaka. Shaka retaliated so hard that he made the man fall.

Shaka who is off guard does not realize that one of them is approaching Jean. Jean, who had run out of strength, was unable to resist strongly.

"Akh!"

Shaka was furious, he ran up to Jean and then beat the man to the ground. The more furious he was when he saw the blouse in Jean torn in the chest to the stomach, lucky Jean to wear a singlet.

"I'm not cool." Shaka growled, his gaze darkened. Jean could even see that Shaka's aura looked extremely sinister. Looks like it's not Shaka.

Shaka tightly clenched his mouth opened his suit and put it on Jean's body and then buttoned her up.

Shaka leads Jean in the car. Closing the car door, he switched to open the passenger door and grabbed the baton *bassbal*l behind the seat.

Jean who saw that immediately rounded his two eyes. What do you want this guy?

Afterwards, Shaka closed the car door. Leaving Jean there anxiously stared at Shaka.

Shaka stared one by one at the man in front of him with a bassball stick on his shoulder. It's squealing, he's squealing,

"Who wants to go first?"

The men were silent. They stared at Shaka who looked different and creepy. Very different when before getting the woman's blouse torn.

"You, who touched my girl." Show Shaka to the guy who ripped Jean's blouse.

"It seems you've wanted to go to God. Here you are, let me give you."

The man was silent.

"Why are you quiet? Do you only dare women? Cih, you guys don't even deserve to be called men. Do I just cut off your birds?"

Shaka looked at them lightly.

They started to get hooked. One of them attacked Shaka. Shaka is displaying his smirk. He started to beat them up with his cane.

Anger that has been so fiery makes Shaka unable to control his emotions. He hit the backs, legs, hands and even the faces of the men with a brassiere.

Jean rounds her eyes from the car watching the men fall from the violence of Shaka. Obviously, Shaka uses a heavy bassball stick, not to mention Shaka whose emotions are fiery.

The men had fallen on the street. However, Jean had yet to see Shaka would stop as if his anger was endless.

Jean quickly gets out of the car trying to stop Shaka.

"Daraka, Arshaka!" Jean shouted. The girl had even forgotten the word 'Master' that was usually embedded in front of Shaka's name.

Shaka is deaf. When Shaka's hand was raised again wanting to throw a blow at the other time, Jean hugged Shaka's stomach. "Stop, Shaka."

Shaka sculpting. His breath was still hunting even his hands were still raised. "Delivery."

Jean tightened her arms. "No. You're gonna make them die."

"They touched you."

Jean shook her head.

"Take off, Jeannie."

Jean nodded back.

Slowly Shaka's hand, which had been raised, came back down. He began to neutralize his breath. Trying to dampen his emotions.

Shaka had not yet touched Jean's arm, Jean's embrace was released after the girl's slumped body. Falling down with both eyes tightly closed.

Shaka panic. Clutching Jean's body. "Jeannie!"