HUSBAND PROBLEM

Dreamtime

Shaka laid Jean's body on the bed slowly. He opened the girl's shoes and covered her to the chest.

Shaka momentarily watched Jean's sleeping face without being disturbed in the slightest. Jean looked so beautiful even when she closed her eyes. Even the greasy face because it had not been washed made Jean's white face look shiny and still beautiful in Shaka's eyes.

Jean's long eyelashes are his current concern. Shaka touched her slowly a few times and smiled as Jean's two eyes shriveled a sign of annoyance.

Jean tilts her body sideways to Shaka and then returns.

Before leaving, Shaka took the time to slowly kiss Jean on the forehead and whispered, “I love you.”

Unknowingly, when Shaka was about to close the door, Jean opened her two eyes slightly. Looking at the ceiling of his room with a soft look then closed his eyes again, back to sleep.

 

***

 

“Shaka, have you had dinner?” selma asked when she saw Shaka had come down from the top floor.

“Not yet,” Shaka just remembered that he and Jean had not had time to eat dinner because they were waiting for Ola in the hospital.

“Eat for a while,” Selma said as she flicked her hand asking Shaka to approach her.

“But, it's already very late. I'll eat at home, Ma.” Said Shaka feeling bad because he was still meeting at Selma's house this late.

“Eyy.. not good, you know, rejecting the candidate-in-law. Who's going home anyway? You stay here. Mama told your mom earlier.”

Shaka did not respond to Selma's remarks, his phone read a sign of incoming messages.

Grand Mistress

You don't have to go home. Stay home, Selma.

A new message appears again. Still from Haisa.

Grand Mistress

Remember Shaka, you can't sleep in one bed with Jean.

Shaka was stunned reading Haisa's last message.

“Definitely from Haisa, right? I told you, stay over Shaka.” Selma. “Sini, come. Eat first, then you can go to the room. Mama had borrowed Eshan's pajamas in her room, Mama had put them in the guest room.”

Inevitably, Shaka accepts Selma's request. “Good. Thanks, Ma.”

 

***

 

Jean opened her eyes heavily. Drowsiness is still in the land but, the sun has appeared proven by its rays that infiltrate from behind the curtain of the window.

Jean sat down. He felt his throat dry. His hand felt the nightstand, grabbing the one-liter bottle usually available there. However, when lifting the bottle it felt light.

Ck, done.

Jean who was used to drinking water after waking up intended to go to the kitchen. Wanted to quench his thirst while filling his empty bottle.

With footsteps shaken and two eyes that had not been opened, Jean went down the stairs slowly evaporating.

“Again, Ma.” Sapa Jean in a weak voice when she saw her mother cooking in the kitchen.

Selma shook her head at Jean's messy appearance. Jean with the clothes that yesterday in wear, messy hair and also Selma sure the girl had not had time to wash her face.

Selma became embarrassed herself to see her daughter who looks very messy, especially when there is Shaka. The man got up early and helped Selma in the kitchen.

Now he's cleaning fruits in the sink.

Shaka smiled to see Jean, who was now drinking water after filling the bottle she had brought from the room. Jean seemed busy and completely unaware of Shaka's presence there.

Shaka finished cleaning the fruit and handed it to Selma.

“Samperin him, let him be shocked.” Selma said half-whispering to Shaka.

Shaka nodded, he walked over to Jean slowly. Stand right behind the girl and say slowly, “Good morning, Mr. Princess.”

Hearing the heavy voice in his ears suddenly made Jean giggle, “Woa!”

Shaka laughs at Jean's expression which to him is very funny. “Hahaha..”.

Jean glared, only to realize that Shaka was there. “Arshaka!” peek Jean was upset.

“Oke-okay, I'm sorry.” Shaka said with still laughter on his lips.

“How can you be here?” ask Jean. He glanced at the appearance of Shaka who was wearing pajamas. Is Shaka staying here?

“Surprised to see a human as handsome as myself this early in the morning?”

Jean rolled her eyeballs.

“Take it easy, after we get married later you will see my handsome face twenty-four by seven.” Said Shaka still with his joke.

Suddenly Jean was horrified to hear Shaka's words. Why is this guy so narcissistic, anyway?

Jean pats Shaka's arm, “I'm serious.”

Shaka chuckles. “You're serious? Come on, we're going to KUA now.”

Jean looked at Shaka annoyed.

Realizing Jean is already looking upset, Shaka rubs Jean's head while tidying up the girl's slightly messy hair. “You fell asleep last night in my car and I took you to your room. Mama Selma asked me to stay overnight because it was late enough.”

Jean Beru recalls falling asleep in Shaka's car. He looked at his current clothes which were still with the clothes he was wearing yesterday.

Do I look so messy?

To the two cheeks Jean flushed in embarrassment realizing her appearance.

What was that dream last night?

Jean remembers vividly when she heard someone say they loved her. Is he Shaka or just a dream?

Jean looked at Shaka, watching the man's face, who was drinking. Wanting to ask however, he was embarrassed how to say it.

No way, she said that she heard someone love her and asked if she was Shaka.

Shaka noticed Jean's gaze on him, finished his drink and asked, "What's wrong? You admire my handsome face?"

Jean gawking. Forget it, forget he'll ask. Let it be that if last night there was a dream, if not Shaka would have said it again, right.

Jean's face suddenly warmed up again.

"Why your face?" Shaka asks which again makes Jean even more embarrassed.

"Why my face?" she pretended not to know anything.

"Red. Like a fried crab."

"Boiled curls, Shaka."

Shaka flicked his finger, "I mean that. Do you want a boiled crab?"

Why is Shaka questioning everywhere, anyway.

"No. I'm allergic to seafood." replied Jean flat.

"Dearly enough. Seafood is delicious." Shaka looked at Jean concerned.

"Hm."

“Jean, wash your face. Mama sure you haven't had time to brush your teeth either.” Selma called out to stop their absurd conversation. Selma was now cutting onions, turning her back without looking.

“Mama.”

Ting.

The cell phone in Jean's pocket sounded. Even her phone was still in her skirt pocket.

There was a message from Ola who invited her to come out together.

Why is this woman asking me to meet so early?

Seeing Jean who was like being pensive, Shaka took the initiative to ask,

“Who?”

“Ola. He asked me to meet.”

Shaka frowned. “For what?”

Jean shrugged her shoulders, not knowing.