HUSBAND PROBLEM
About Aidan
Jean enters the cafe, then searches for Ola's whereabouts.
Ola requests to meet at a cafe not far from the Altair Company. There is something to talk about, the woman said. Jean agrees with him, although still guessing, what this former Shaka asked him to meet. Especially considering the condition of the knee and the two hands of Ola who was injured as if there was something very important and emergency that must be talked about so that the woman forced to meet no matter how her condition.
Looking around to look for Ola's whereabouts, he finally found the presence of the woman in a corner with a large glass as a wall.
“Nona Ola.” When he was in front of the woman.
“Please sit, Jean.” Ola looks smilingly greeting, allowing Jean to sit in front of her. “Don't call me too formal. Call Ola only.” Its effects.
“Good.”
“You order food?”
“Not necessary. I ate before I left.”
“Alright, order a drink only, yes.”
Not yet Jean replied, Ola first called the waiter.
“You drink what Jean?”
Jean seemed to think for a while before answering, “Strawberry macchiato.”
The waiter nodded and said goodbye politely.
“How are you doing?” ask Jean.
“It's improved, it's just a slight wound. Not too serious.” Answer Ola.
They both fell silent. Until the waiter comes and gives Jean a message.
“What do you want to talk about?” Jean asked as she opened the straw and stirred up the drink.
Ola looked slightly stretched out and then looked at the entire cafe. “Oh yes, I almost forgot. My powder was left in Shaka's car, I'm asking you to tell him, yes. I don't have his phone number.”
Jean smiled faintly at the classic excuse expressed by Ola. Jean can even guess that this woman still has not forgotten her old story with Shaka. Does he have to tell Shaka, huh? Looks like it'll be interesting.
“Why don't you take it right away? Tuh, his office just crossed.” Jean pointed at the Altair building using her chin.
Ola still with her friendly face replied, “You know not just anyone can meet Shaka. That's why I asked for your help.”
“Ah, yes. Also true. Alright later I'll tell him.”
“Thanks, Jean.”
“Iya.”
“If you may know you met Shaka since when, Jean?” asked Ola with a look she wanted very much.
“About two months ago or so, yes. I don't know I don't remember it clearly.”
Ola looks surprised to hear that Jean and Shaka just met two months ago. “Secap it?”
“Ya?”
“I mean, you guys have only known for two months ago will instantly get married?” tanya Ola clarified her sentence.
“That's fast, yes. I'm also confused why so soon we're getting married.” Jean said casually while sipping his drink which made the friendly look on Ola's face fade instantly.
“What... are you guys in a match?” Ola asked hesitantly, yet curiously.
“Why are you asking like that?” Jean asked back.
“Setuku Shaka is not easily approached by women. Although the man has several exes, but their relationship no one lasts long.”
“Really?”
Ola nodded then leaned on the back of the chair while folding into her two hands on the chest. “CEO like himself it's normal that he has some women to play around with.”
Jean just kept listening.
“You beware.” Said Ola again.
“For?”
“I've heard Shaka had contact with his secretary for a while. Shaka currently has a child right? With Shaka constantly changing women, you are not suspicious and want to know where the child comes from?” ola seemed to be trying to provoke Jean.
Jean raised her eyebrows.
“You know Shaka has children?” ask Jean frontal.
Ola seemed to have a short laugh that even made Jean suspicious. “Don't no one not know about Shaka?”
Pretty reasonable. With a very good background, the media is always curious and covers the news about Shaka's life.
So, where did Ola find out about Shaka having children?
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Jean enters Shaka's car. Half an hour ago the man volunteered to pick up Jean at the cafe.
Shaka helps Jean pair the seatbelt. “You go home directly?”
“I want to go to My Apartment.”
Shaka drove his car at a moderate speed.
“You have an Apartment unit?” shaka asked, but Shaka also knew where Jean Apartment building was and in what unit the girl lived.
“Iya. Before you can stop by minimarket?”
Shaka nodded, “Oke.”
Jean looked at Shaka wondering if he wanted to ask her about Aidan or not.
“What's up?” shaka asked who noticed Jean's gaze.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Please.”
Jean tilts her body facing Shaka, “What media knows about Aidan?”
“No.”
Jean thought silently. Then how does Ola know about Aidan?
“Why are you asking about Aidan?”
“Ola knows you have a child. You sure no one knows the media?”
Shaka turned down his car lane, then pulled his car over on the side of a fairly quiet road.
“Say, she talks to you anything?” shaka asked with a serious look.
“Jeannie.” Shaka clasped Jean's hand because the girl just kept her head down.
“She said that you change women often. Emm...” Jean folded her lips inward.
“Aparticularly?”
“Say you used to get in touch with your secretary.”
“Continue.”
“She also asked me if I was unsuspecting and curious about Aidan.” Jean looked at Shaka doubtfully.
“Then what's your answer?”
Jean shook her head, “I asked her where she knew you had children from, and she replied that everyone knows about you. So I'm asking you, are you publishing Aidan or not.”
“I have never published Aidan and will never be until Aidan's age enough for the public to know him as my son. I'm sure you know what the office world is like. Very dangerous if my son's face is exposed in the media.” Shaka.
Jean nodded in understanding. “Then where does he know?”
Shaka looked at Jean inside. “Do you want to know where Aidan came from?”
“After hearing Ola's words, honestly.
“Before, I wanted to explain that I did have some ex and it was only four. Not like Ola described as if I was a female player.”
“Then your relationship with your secretary was—”
“I never made my subordinates a lover. Somehow Ola could talk like that. Trust me, hm?” Shaka cuts off Jean's words and looks at the girl expectantly.
“Good. Then about Aidan?”
Shaka sighed. “Aidan is not my biological son.”
“Hm?”
“I've never married anyone. You're the first and will be the last.”
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Hi, readers. How are you doing? I hope you are in good condition..
