HUSBAND PROBLEM

Flying Monster

"Jean, don't get too close to Ola."

"Why?"

"I just feel like he's not good for you. For us."

"Hm." Jean responds only to Shaka with a brief deheman. They are currently in the minimarket.

"Hm what does that mean?" Shaka asked while following Jean took all her needs.

"Yes just hm." Jean answered indifferently. His hands were now picking up some light snacks.

Shaka put in three packs of potato chips at once. Then take many packages of noodles that are affected in the storefront that is not far from the snack place. "I'm serious."

"I'm serious too, why did you put in so many instant noodles?" Jean stops Shaka's hand, which keeps putting instant noodles into her trolley.

"For stock when I play to your apartment."

"Do you want to be in my apartment?"

"And I said play. We can play snake ladder, monopoly, or play ps." Said Shaka with a sparkling look. "You have no ps?"

Jean shook her head because she was rarely in her apartment considering Selma has been very protective lately. Though he only wanted to learn independently, but Selma who was so worried about her children especially after the departure of Zian three years ago made her attitude become more protective.

"I'll buy it later."

"It's up to you, and give me back the noodles. It's too much, Shaka!" pinta Jean because Shaka does not mess around when putting a few packs of noodles with different flavors. Even the trolley is almost full of Shaka's noodles.

Shaka looked at Jean with an imploring look, "Please, for stock in your house. You can eat it, right?"

"You're like you're just gonna stay in my house."

Shaka flicked his finger. "Good idea."

"No. Give it back." Jean said firmly.

"Jeannie."

"Return it, Shaka."

Seeing Jean's stern face, Shaka obeyed. "Alright," the man put back three packs of noodles back into the storefront.

"Again."

Shaka put a pack of noodles.

"Again, Shaka. It's still over ten packs." Said Jean gnash. Finally the girl herself who put back some packs of noodles that Shaka took earlier.

"G-uh!" Shaka held Jean's hand. There are only four packs of noodles on the trolley. "Here you go, here you go, yeah."

Jean thought, "OK."

Shaka let out his breath. Jean walked back to the back shelf. I want to buy her face soap that is finished.

"Ola powder is left in your car." Jean said suddenly.

"Hm?"

Jean turns her body around to face Shaka, "I wonder what you gave her until she failed to move on so."

Shaka grimaced, "Me and him even just two weeks, Jean."

"Really?"

"really. I never even made myself my lover."

Jean frowned, "You mean?"

Instead of answering, Shaka smiled seductively at Jean. "I wonder why you look so curious about my past."

Jean gawks then picks up the face soap she will buy on the storefront shelf. "I'm just asking, not curious!"

"So you said you were curious."

Jean stepped indifferently, leaving Shaka behind her. "Wait for me."

***

Jean opens the door to her apartment unit, followed by Shaka in the back, carrying two bags of Jean's groceries.

Jean takes over one of the plastic bags containing her body hygiene kits. "The rest please put it on the dining table. I'll go to the bathroom for a minute." He said he then passed to the bathroom located inside his room.

Shaka puts a bag of Jean's plastic groceries on the dining table. Then browse through the contents in the girl's apartment.

Seeing a picture frame displayed on the buffet makes Shaka interested in approaching. There is a picture of Jean that looks exactly like Shaka. Beside him was a picture of a handsome adult man. Shaka knows. That man is Zian. Jean's Father.

Shaka steps back through Jean's unit with his hands sometimes touching antiques displayed on the wall.

"Gomachi!"

Screeching screams echoed in all directions making Shaka surprised and accidentally dropped the small cup of lotus-shaped that was in his grasp.

PYARS..

"Geez!" Shaka grimaced holding the sole of his foot that was accidentally hit by the small cup made of clay before it finally broke.

"Goddessa!"

A shrill call from inside Jean's room was heard again. Shaka immediately rushed over to the girl. The affairs of the broken cup were temporarily left behind by him.

"Why, what's wrong?" Shaka opened the bathroom door hard to make Jean who was near the door, accidentally hit her head hard on the door.

"Aw!" Jean grimaced.

"What's wrong? You why? Where's that sick?" Shaka asked excitedly, unaware of the recklessness of his frenzied attitude.

"Can't you open the door slowly?" Jean looked at Shaka fiercely.

Shaka rounded his eyes seeing Jean's forehead flushed red. "sorry. I didn't mean it, you yelled to panic me." Shaka said as he rubbed Jean's forehead.

"That's it." Jean hits Shaka's palm on his forehead.

"Why are you yelling?"

Suddenly something flew towards them. Jean hurriedly closed the bathroom door.

"WOO!"

It was not Jean who shouted, but Shaka. The tall-looking man was now hiding behind his back.

"What are you doing?"

Shaka lowered his head, hiding his face behind Jean's back. "Hidden."

Jean snorted, "I'm calling you for your help, not even me to help you!"

Shaka shook his head behind Jean, "I fear nothing but flying cockroaches."

Jean clucked, it wasn't really the right decision to ask Shaka for help.

"You out. Get me a broom." Jean asked Shaka.

"For what?"

"To hit you."

"What?" Shaka asked with a surprised look.

"To kill cockroaches, Arshaka!" Jean looks up at Shaka. Initially wanting to ask for help Shaka turned out to be free. The big man hides behind Jean, who is smaller than Shaka.

"Jean, don't kill. Not good." Shaka said with a solemn look.

"Then what do you want with the cockroaches?"

"Your ventilation is open?"

Jean pointed at the bathroom vent located in the corner of the bathroom using her chin.

"It's open apparently." murmured Shaka. "Then how?"

"Kill him" said Shaka steadily.

Jean rolled her eyes, lazy. "You or me?"

Shaka looked at Jean confused. He was afraid of flying cockroaches, but his pride as a pure man was also at stake.

"We both." Shaka said at last.

Jean clucked, "You get a broom or a cup or whatever to catch the cockroach, and you get a bug spray in the kitchen drawer. I'll be standing guard here."

"No. You're the only one out. I'll be here." Shaka with the effort to maintain his pride.

"You sure?" Jean looked at Shaka doubtfully.

Suddenly the cockroach approached Shaka's feet making the man scoop and then out of the bathroom like lightning.