HUSBAND PROBLEM

Jean with her Appearance

“So, you're getting married to Shaka. That arshaka?” Ezar asked with a surprised look.

Now Ezar and Kayana are at Jean's house. They stayed there last night. Kayana stays in Jean's room, while Ezar sleeps in the guest room.

They had just finished exercising this morning and rested themselves in the garden behind Jean's house.

There's a rug lying on the back porch, they're resting there.

“Iya, that Arshaka.” Reply Jean kalem.

“How can it?”

“Of course you can. If you're married to the new Shaka can't.” Kayana take over reply.

Ezar. “I don't like it, know.”

“I didn't say you liked it, tahu.” Reply Kayana.

As is customary, Ezar and Kayana do sometimes like to argue trivial things. And usually Jean's role is to stand still and just watch before finally separating them if things are not conducive.

"But you're like saying I like it."

Ck, go, deh.

Jean could only shake his head to see Ezar and Kayana again fighting.

"Well, that means you misunderstood. I didn't say that, did I, Jean?"

Okay, Kayana's already starting to look for allies.

Unfortunately, Jean had no intention of taking anyone's side. Let them both be busy, they will also be quiet by themselves. It was better for him to open his jacket as his body started to feel sultry and sticky. Leave a sports bra on her upper body.

Seeing Kayana and Ezar still at home with the debate, Jean chose to enter the kitchen. Want to take a snack and cold water for his friends.

Walking leisurely towards the kitchen, Jean opened the refrigerator and then took a bottle of cold water. Not realizing that there was a foreign presence there was at the dinner table with his sister.

Eshan and the man turned to look at Jean from the moment she entered the kitchen with her head down.

"Sister." Eshan's call made Jean turn her head. Just make it to the two eyes Jean wide realize there is Shaka there.

"You! How the hell are you here?" Jean pointed at Shaka with a surprised look. The master stared silently at Jean.

"Of course, come in from the front door, brother. How else?" Eshan answered.

Jean still with a surprised look turned to look at the sister. "You too. Didn't you spend the night in my apartment last night?"

"I came here this morning while I was jogging. Oh yes, Mama said there was Mba Kay with Bang Ezar. Where's them?"

"Here."

The sound of the bass makes their attention distracted. Ezar came without Kayana.

"Bang Ezar!" Eshan greeted cheerfully.

"Duringn't see you, Eshan." Ezar said casually as he patted Ezar's head.

No one noticed Shaka's two eyes sharpening upon seeing Ezar's arrival from the backyard. How not, Jean with her training pants and sports bra was so relaxed to be in their midst, as if they were just like Jean.

Jean with clean skin exposed to sweat makes her skin look shiny and glowing. The curve around her neck proves that the girl is so small and thin, plus her red belly button which looks small. Shaka who saw that alone was cold hot, let alone there was Ezar who was a stranger. Well, even though Shaka was sure Ezar would not be interested in Jean, but Shaka was still not willing to share the scenery that should only be seen by her. Not a foreign man.

Remember, Shaka is Jean's future husband. Ezar was just a friend.

"There's Lord Shaka too. How are you, Mister?" Ezar extended his hand. Shaka with a smiley face forcibly welcomed Ezar's hand without answering Shaka's greeting.

"Just now." Shaka answered short.

"Jean, the bottles and snacks I brought, yeah. Kayana's waiting in the back." The word Ezar then passed.

"I'm coming, Bang." Eshan runs after Ezar.

After their departure, Jean sat down in the chair next to Shaka. "Have breakfast?"

Shaka pointed at his empty plate. Jean nodded in understanding that Shaka had just finished his breakfast with Eshan because there were two empty plates there.

"Go in," said Shaka.

Jean who misinterpreted Shaka's words sniffed her body odor. "Do I smell?"

Shaka looked at Jean, still with his sharp gaze. "No. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

Jean who had just noticed her appearance was stunned for a moment. Honestly, Jean did not realize that her current appearance was only wearing a sports bra. With Ezar, Jean is used to it because she is very sure Ezar will not be interested in her especially with her body, but with Shaka, for Jean, Shaka is still a stranger despite the fact that the man is her future husband. Jean is still unfamiliar with Shaka's presence.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm not conscious."

"Jeannie."

"Hm?"

Shaka softened his gaze, "May I ask for one thing?"

"What?"

"Can you not look like this again in front of another man?" shaka Pinta.

"Why?" Jean asked in a soft voice.

"I don't like it. Later you can only do this in front of me, not in front of other men."

Jean looked at Shaka while blinking her cute eyes. "But Ezar is not another man."

Shaka let out his breath. "Ezar is your friend, but he's a man." Now Shaka's gaze looked demanding.

Although Jean was still thinking about what reason Shaka had forbidden her from wearing this kind of open clothing in front of Ezar, she eventually nodded. After all, Shaka is her future husband. Maybe Shaka doesn't like Jean being open in front of men other than her. Jean thought, even if Jean was in Shaka's position, maybe she would ban him that way too.

"alright. I won't look like this anymore."

Shaka smiled. His hands were raised, rubbing Jean's head. "good. Take a shower, then have breakfast. We're going to my house. My father wants to see you."

Jean rolled her two eyes. "Master Ivan?"

"Why are you surprised? Didn't you ask about my father's blessing? You can greet her properly later." said Shaka as he tidied the child's hair on Jean's forehead.

"But I haven't prepared myself yet" said Jean slowly. Meeting Ivan was an honor for him. Who does not know Ivan, Shaka's father. Ivan is famous for being the most successful businessman in the country before Shaka replaced his father. Rumors that Ivan is someone with a cold personality and strong spirit and authority make his guts a little shrivel.

Shaka rubbed Jean's slightly sweaty temple. "You only met my father, not the president."

Jean bit her lower lip. "Stay away. It's so sudden."

Shaka touches Jean's lower lip to avoid being bitten by the girl again. "Calm down, is it me, hm?"

Finally, Jean nodded. "All right, I'm getting ready first."

Shaka smiled in response. Then Jean got up to her room on the first floor.