HUSBAND PROBLEM
Shaka and His Busyness
Chequelek
The door opened just as Jean finished pressing her apartment password. Shaka goes in after Jean behind him.
The man first took off his shoes and replaced them with house slippers and put one of the large plastic in the middle room. He went to the kitchen and put another medium-sized plastic in the pantry. While Jean was still standing by the door, not taking off her sneakers and looking at Shaka who was going around like this was her own home.
“What's wrong, Jeannie? Enter consider it your own home.” Shaka said from the kitchen.
Jean snorted hearing that. Shouldn't he be the one saying that?
Never mind, this is Shaka. Jean has adapted enough to Shaka's silliness that sometimes amazes him.
He took off his shoes and replaced them with house slippers. Shaka was busy removing the contents inside the plastic. There are so many instant noodles with different flavors.
“Mie?” jean said as he approached Shaka.
“Iya.” Now the man is compiling his noodles in the Kitchen Set.
“How much is Shaka? You want to sell or what?” jean asked without thinking. Even the one drawer in her Kitchen Set seemed to be full.
“For stock.” Shaka put a pack of noodles on the very end of the line.
“What stock?! Why don't you put it in your house?”
Shaka displays her melted face, “Madia Haisa doesn't allow me to eat noodles.”
Jean raised her eyebrows as if in disbelief.
Seeing the look on Jean's face, Shaka clasped the girl's arm. Don't forget the face. “Pleas, yes.”
“Why are you banned from eating noodles by your mother?”
Shaka's eyes ran around, confused as to what to answer. The reason, Haisa forbid him to eat instant noodles in because almost every day he ate it without Haisa's knowledge in the early hours of the morning.
“Because instant noodles are not good for health.” Answer Shaka kalem.
Jean's index finger goes to Shaka, “That's you know!”
“But I like.” Shaka muttered slowly.
Jean breathed hearing that. He remembered when they were at the minimarket some time ago. The man also begged to buy instant noodles in large quantities. He finds it futile to ban Shaka and return the noodles when Shaka ends up buying them back.
“Good.” His words in the end. Because after all the noodles can not be returned. Either Shaka will be as frequent as his apartment with that guy who stuns that much noodles.
A wide smile full of happiness rose on Shaka's face. The mopping raut was gone had heard Jean allow her to put so many instant noodles in the Kitchen Set drawer. “Thanks, future wife.” Shaka stretched out his arms to hug Jean, and,
“One week once.”
Shaka lowered his open hand slowly, the look on his face also which originally looked like the sun suddenly like there was a dark cloud, “Kok is it?”
“Because instant noodles are not good for Health.” Jean kalem.
“Two times.”
“One.”
“Two.”
“One.”
“Out of two it's three, Jeannie. Not one.” Shaka corrected as if they were counting.
Jean rolled her eyeballs, “Oke, two. No more.”
“Thanks, Jeannie.” Shaka hugged Jean with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Better twice a week than not at all. Because even if he ate outside, Delvin would definitely report to Haisa. Until Shaka is confused, Delvin is his personal assistant or his mother. Realizing that, after a year of not eating instant noodles to his tribe, he could only rely on Jean Apartment as his hideout.
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Jean came out of her room with her hands actively rubbing her wet hair. He had just shampooed after finishing the boiled noodles made by Shaka. Of course with recipes made by Shaka.
The man is now sitting on a fur carpet right in front of the living room television. His hand held a stick that he knew was a PlayStation stick.
“Of course. I told you I would play in your apartment.” Shaka said without taking his eyes off the television.
“I thought you were a busy man.”
“Busy. I'm very busy.” Shaka. “However, there is no harm in me releasing tired by playing games? I'm sometimes sick of seeing piles of paper all day.”
Jean's stunned.
Right, there's no harm. Shaka is a President Director who is certainly very busy and must be quite dizzying to take care of a large Company. Shaka has been educated since adolescence as a family successor and has started entering the Company right at the age of twenty years.
She had heard from Gavi some time ago about Shaka who aspired to become a singer and her future husband was willing to give up his dream for the sake of his family's big company.
Jean thought it would be very tiring to be Shaka. The man is just a young man who is being demanded to be a grown man under the pressure of office politics. There was a feeling of sympathy infiltrated into his heart seeing Shaka who was so strong and remained with his easy going nature as if he was a Man who had a life to his liking and so enjoyed his life freely.
Unknowingly, he reached out his hand to form the tip of Shaka's head making the man turn his head.
Jean who is aware of her impulsive actions pretends to pull a strand of Shaka's hair. “There's dirt in your hair.”
“Really?” Shaka touched her hair. “Still no.”
Jean shook her head, “Nothing.”
Shaka put the PS stick back on. “You met Ola earlier?”
“Iya.”
“He doesn't speak a no-no, right?”
“What's it like?” Jean leaned her back at the foot of the sofa.
Shaka frowned, “About my past maybe.”
“Slight.”
Shaka fix his seat, “What?”
“About how you initially met.”
“Hany aitu?”
“Iya.”
Shaka nodded pecaya.
“Why do you want to know what I'm talking about with Ola?” jean asked looking at Shaka with a curious look.
The man looked at Jean for a moment, then said. “That time I once forbade you not to get too close to Ola. I have suspicions on that woman.”
“Why?”
Shaka shrugged his shoulders, “Okay, to me he looks suspicious. Aren't you worried about it?”
“I only judge from his attitude and nature, so I have not ascertained correctly. The thing I made sure of was that the woman was indeed CLBK.” Jean said casually.
Shaka clucked, “Cih, CLBK what! I was with him even just two weeks.”
“Two weeks? That fast?”
“Iya. You just think, CLBK from mananya if my relationship with him just like a ride through.” Say Shaka while reaching for a jar filled with pastries.
“Maybe he's one of your fans.”
“Can be. Whatever I am, I have a handsome face.” Shaka said with a confident smile.
“Yes. You are very handsome plipurna.” Said Jean in a flat tone.
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