HUSBAND PROBLEM

Who's That Woman?

“Are we really going to get married in a week?”

“It looks like so. You mind?” Shaka asked.

Jean hesitated to answer. “I just think this is too fast.”

Shaka nodded in understanding Jean's position. Jean will definitely feel so sudden, especially if they did not know each other before, let alone like each other. Unlike Shaka who has known Jean for a long time and has even liked Jean, of course he really hopes this marriage will be implemented as soon as possible so that Jean soon becomes his.

“You are on undur?” ask Shaka.

Jean seemed to think for a moment, then shook her head slowly. The decision is in hand

Ivan's. He neither called for an opinion nor refused when Shaka's father offered the wedding a week away. It was too late for him to ask for a date back while he did not refuse at all while in front of Ivan. Would you like her face if she suddenly asks for a date to be pushed back?

Ckiite..

Suddenly the car stopped suddenly. Jean was pushed forward to hit the chair.

“Aw!”

“You okay?” Shaka rushed to see Jean's head and rubbed it.

“What's up, Mr Nang?” Shaka asked in a tone up an octave to the Driver.

“Sorry, Sir. There was someone who suddenly crossed.” Said Mr. Nang in a cautious tone.

“Where is the person?”

“Still in front, Mr.”

“Comeout.” Shaka. Mr. Nang hurriedly came down to see the perpetrator who crossed recklessly.

“Your head is fine?” shaka asked to make sure before he was about to get off.

“I'm fine. Come on, we're out.”

Shaka and Jean both open the car door and approach Mr. Nang who seems to be talking to a woman.

Shaka frowned looking at the woman who was still sitting on the asphalt. In both hands was a blister and one of his knees was bleeding slightly. It seems like this woman has fallen more than once.

I know him, who does?

Shaka was still standing trying to remember, while Jean approached and knelt next to Mr. Nang.

“You're fine, Miss?” Jean asked as her eyes looked at the woman's condition.

The woman was unable to answer, her hands seemed to tremble as well as the look of her frightened face.

Jean stood up, approaching Shaka. “He's hurt. We better get him to the hospital.”

“Pak Nang, bring him in.”

***

The woman was taken to the IGD room. The doctor said there was nothing to worry about and that only the wound should be treated.

Now Shaka, and Jean are sitting in the waiting chair, waiting for the woman to be treated by the nurse, while Mr. Nang is waiting in the car.

Shaka looks still pensive, seems to think since in the car earlier made Jean who was beside him look at Shaka with wonder. “What's wrong with you?”

Shaka rubbed his index finger on the chin. “I kind of know his face, but who ya?”

“Really?”

“Iya. I daritadi tried to remember, but did not find the answer.” Answer Shaka. His two eyes now narrowed to look at the woman who was now in a bandage on her knee,

“Try you asked Delvin.”

“Ah, true.” Shaka pulled out his cell phone then photographed the woman from afar.

Vin, do you know him?

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He's ex to your duos, boss. If it's not wrong, it's Ola. You're forgot?

Like there was a light bulb in his head, Shaka just remembered. His ex-second with his girlfriend for two weeks. Shaka felt that the woman's face was familiar.

“Who?” ask Jean.

Shaka grimacing, “Ex-to-double turned out.” His reply while displaying his teeth, plain grin.

Jean frowned. Does the former Shaka that much until the former to the second just don't remember?

“What is your ex that much until you don't remember him?” Jean's straightforward question left Shaka scratching his temple at a loss as to how to answer.

In fact, at that time Shaka did not really make Ola as his lover. If Shaka recalls, it was exactly four years ago that Shaka was visiting Aslan's club and Aslan introduced Ola to him there.

Somehow the details happen Ola suddenly becomes Shaka's lover because of the silly game that is being played by him and Aslan. Of course there was Delvin there, but Delvin with his personality like a five-door refrigerator just chuckled a little to see his Boss tormented.

How not, Ola is a woman of the night. Although Aslan informs her that Ola is still a virgin, Shaka is not interested at all. If it wasn't for the fucking game, Shaka would have made that night's woman a lover.

Goodness, it's only been two weeks.

Shaka looked at Jean who was still with a face full of questions to her.

“Not so. I just feel it's not important to remember things that have become the past.” Answer Shaka.

Jean brought her face closer to Shaka with two narrowed eyes. “Really?”

Shaka nodded then rubbed Jean's head, “You're jealous?” ask her jokes.

Jean pulled back her body. “Mana no.” Rebuttals.

Shaka smiled broadly at Jean's response. “There, tuh.”

“Shaka.” A call from someone made them turn their head. Ola was standing there with her knees on the bandage and her arms attached to a large plaster.

“You're Arshaka, right?”  Ola asked again to make sure that what she saw was the Shaka she knew.

Shaka and Jean compactly stand up. “Iya, I'm Shaka.” Shaka.

Jean could see there was a twinkle in Ola's two eyes. Or he's seen it wrong, huh?

“How are you doing?” Shaka asked pleasantries.

“It's been better, Thanks.” Ola smiled widely until her two eyes narrowed. Then he glanced at Jean.

“Include, It's Jean. My wife-to-be.”

Jean raised her eyebrows when she saw Ola's response. The smile that had looked so wide and beautiful when looking at Shaka, suddenly disappeared when Ola's gaze met him.

“I Fayyola. Call me, Ola. Former Shaka.” Said Ola introducing herself then extended her hand wanting to shake.

Jean smiled awkwardly welcoming Ola's hand.

Do I have to introduce myself so clearly? Are you so proud to call yourself Shaka's ex?

Suddenly Jean was annoyed to see Ola who thought it was very fake. Ola looks so proud to introduce herself as a former Shaka to Jean who incidentally as a future wife.

Wait, is Ola trying to make him angry and quarrel with Shaka out of jealousy?

Just be right!

Can Jean laugh now? She wanted to say to Ola that Shaka would not even remember her if she did not ask Delvin.

Cih, how dare you lure me. Feel it, not work, Haha…

Shaka, who had been silent beside Jean, looked confusedly at Jean, who was holding back a laugh.

He put his lips closer to Jean's ear and whispered softly. “Jeannie, is Ola's face so cute? Why are you holding your laugh?"

Jesus, Jean can't stand it.