HUSBAND PROBLEM
Fayyola Irrigate
Seeing Shaka whispering in Jean's ear, Ola felt the heat in her chest. Even since then she has been feeling the heat when Shaka introduced Jean as a future wife.
To be honest, Ola was very surprised when Shaka introduced the woman in front of him as Shaka's future wife because Ola understood Shaka was not easy to approach by a woman. In the past, Shaka's relationship with her only lasted for less than a month.
At that time, Ola thought Shaka had a disorder because during his lifetime, he was never rejected by a single man. Most of the men even some who pursue themselves willingly give up anything to get it.
Her body is tall, sexy, her face is also beautiful, her fashionable clothes follow the trend. Ola had to ask Delvin why Shaka decided and what his shortcomings were but Ola did not get any answers from Delvin, and she chose to give up as Shaka wanted.
However, seeing Shaka who looks changed in these three years makes Ola desire to have Shaka reappear. At the moment Shaka looks much more handsome and of course has been very successful and well established.
Suddenly a phone ringing from Shaka's phone.
“Awhile, yes. Your mom's phone.” Shaka said goodbye with a warm smiling face to Jean who again made Ola like a mist.
In the past, Shaka had never even smiled like that to her, and in front of this woman Shaka looked so gentle. What the fuck?!
“Let's sit down first.” Jean invited Ola to sit down.
Ola sat down next to Jean. For a moment they were both silent.
“By the way you're Shaka's future wife?” Ola started the conversation.
“Iya.”
“When are you getting married?” ask Ola.
“Next week.” Jean replied kindly even though she knew clearly the woman next to her clearly did not like her.
Ola looks to be displaying a big smile. “Wah, in a moment, yes. Why Shaka didn't tell me.”
Of course he didn't tell you. Just know you he doesn't remember.
Jean just smiled faintly in response.
“You should invite me, yes.” Ola said with a look still looks as if she is happy Jean will marry Shaka.
“Iya. I'll invite you later.”
Then Ola gave her phone. “Can I ask for your number? I'll call you so you don't forget to invite me.”
Jean hesitantly picks up the phone Ola thrust. Typing her number there and giving it back to Ola.
“Thanks.” Ola said with a warm smile.
Shaka appears to pick up Jean's small bag, which is located in the next chair Jean sits in. The man reached out his hand which was immediately welcomed by Jean. “Come home. It's going to be late.”
Ola glanced at their hands. His heart was getting jealous again. Seemed to again feel defeated by Jean because Shaka never treated Ola as romantic as it made Ola increasingly want to seize Shaka.
“Nona Ola, want to go home with us?” Jean asked who provoked a look of protest from Shaka.
Jean just has to feel concerned for Ola seeing Ola's very unkind appearance. After all, let's just say that he was responsible for making Ola almost hit and injured.
Ola who gets such a tempting offer might refuse. “Can if you don't mind.”
“Oke.”
Jean pulls Shaka's hand asking the man to follow her while Ola walks in a slightly limped back.
“What are you doing, Jean?” Shaka asked slowly.
“Please take responsibility.”
“But we can order him a cab.” Shaka was still with his sense of protest.
“Lack of courtesy, Shaka.”
“Where is the disrespectful, Jeannie?”
“Hush, quiet. He'll hear.” Jean eventually asks Shaka to be quiet even though the man is still showing his disbelief.
Not far from them, Ola looked at the two people in front of her with a sharp gaze. Watching how they walk while talking slowly.
It felt like Ola was separating them because it made her gaze disturbed.
Next to the corner of Ola's lips slightly rose, smiling cynically.
***
“Thanks for driving me.” Ola thanked politely because it had been delivered to her in front of her house.
“Sama-sama, Miss. We go first, see you.” Pamit Jean enters the car.
The car is running at medium speed. Shaka is still in his position. Lay yourself on the back of the chair with two eyes closed.
Ting.
Jean's cell phone is heard. Shaka opened his eyes slightly, seeing who was the one who
call her girl these nights.
“Who?”
Jean looked at Shaka, "You awake?"
"I'm not sleeping. Who's that?"
“Ola.” Answer Jean.
“You exchanged numbers with him?”
“Iya. He asked you to invite him.” Jean replied as she put her phone in her sling bag.
Shaka straightens up, “He says anything?”
“Nothing, just asking why didn't you tell her that you were getting married.”
“Which one is he?” Shaka screeches.
“Your ex, right.”
“I don't even think of him as my ex.” Shaka Gumam.
“But you just touched your ex.”
Shaka meggeleng, “The events are complicated and silly.”
Jean looked at Shaka with a curious look.
Shaka who was feeling anxious looked at Jean's face which looked very curious, pinched the girl's cheek. “Don't be here, I'll tell you later.”
Shaka stretched out one hand asking Jean to lean on her chest, “Sleep for a while, you look tired.”
“I'm not sleepy.” Jean said, but still laid herself down, not on Shaka's chest but on Shaka's arm. A little away from Shaka's body.
“Alright, you're not sleepy.”
It took them an hour and a half to get to Jean's house because they had to turn around from Ola's house.
Shaka smiled faintly to find Jean now seen asleep with her head already leaning against her chest.
Shaka looked at the clock on his wrist. It's ten o'clock at night.
“Pak Nang, please open the door.”
Mr. Nang immediately got out of the car and opened the car door next to Shaka.
Shaka got out of the car cautiously with two hands clutching Jean, lifting Jean's body into her cradle.
The gate is wide open. Shaka walked straight into Jean's courtyard.
The door of Jean's house that opened slightly made her doubt whether to just enter or squeeze the bell, while to her two hands were busy.
Finally she chose to enter Jean's house, “Excuse me,”
Selma, who was in the living room, came straight to Shaka.
“What's with him Shaka?” Selma immediately asked frantically thinking her daughter was fainting again like she used to.
“Sleep. Sorry Ma, Shaka carelessly entered.”
“It's okay. Come in, take Jean to her room.”
Shaka nodded. Shaka had not stepped up yet, Selma had already held back. "You sure you're strong enough to bring him upstairs?"
Shaka chuckled, "Jean's body is light, Ma. Mama take it easy."
