HUSBAND PROBLEM
Wedding Dresses
Jean went around in the boutique. Look at the beautiful dresses that are plastered in front of her. Selma asks Jean to find at least three dresses for the girl to try. Later, Selma will judge whether the dress looks suitable and fitting on her child's body.
Jean had found three dresses she had chosen, then stepped into the dressing room.
Selma waited on the sofa quietly. There was no Shaka there because the man said he was busy today. There was an important meeting where he had to be there, and Delvin could not represent him. Selma as Jean's parents understood, so only she was accompanying her daughter's dress fittings while Haisa was busy booking the building with Ivan.
The open curtain features Jean there in an ivory white dress with a floor-length halter neck model.
“No. The dress is too simple. Replace.” Selma seemed to dislike Jean's choice.
The girl according, “Alright.”
Curtains are closed back. Jean turns inside while Selma is busy looking through the catalog.
Fifteen minutes later, the curtain opened. This time Jean wore a mermaid model dress with the top layer of the dress in sequins.
Head bobble back in give Selma, “Don't this. Later you'll have a hard time walking, Change.”
Jean took a breath. In fact, changing gowns is quite tiring for her because these dresses feel heavy and rather difficult to wear.
A few moments later, the curtain opened. Featuring Jean in A-Line and Off Shoulder dresses.
Suddenly Selma clapped her hands, looking at Jean in amazement. “Good, darling. It's very pretty. You look high.”
“I'm not short, Ma.” Said Jean.
“Yes, you're not short. Only less high.” Selma Sahut.
Jean was not that short. The girl was 165 cm tall. High enough according to him. Selma always called it short because the woman herself has a height of 169 cm. different 4 cm in comparison to her. Though usually a child is taller than his parents, but I don't know for him. Even his sister, Eshan has a height of 184 cm, and his late father has a height of about 180 cm. Oh, my God, Jean's doubting the genes in her body.
“Shortly, Mama's first photo.” Selma stood up to her daughter.
“For what, Ma?”
“For Shaka.”
Czechoslovak..
One, two, three photos were taken by Selma, and sent by her immediately.
“Already. Change it, then we go home.” Selma told Jean. Then the woman stepped closer to the boutique clerk to make transactions and reservations.
After everything was done, they got out of the boutique and entered the car.
Jean sat in the steering wheel, while Selma sat next to her looking busy fiddling with her phone.
“It looks like Shaka is very busy. She didn't read the message from Mama.” Selma.
Jean drove the car at a moderate speed. “Shaka important man, Ma. He is definitely very busy.”
“Your maid when?” ask Selma.
“Front month it looks like.”
From a distance, red traffic signals indicate the time to stop. When Jean stepped on the brake pedal, she suddenly panicked because the brake was not working. His heart was racing while less than 500 meters he reached in front of the sign.
“What's up, Jean?” selma asked to see Jean panicking.
“The glue blong, Ma.” Panicked words.
“What? How can?” Selma panicked.
“I don't know.” Jean almost screamed in panic. His feet kept trying to step on the brake pedal, but it didn't work at all.
The streets are empty, and deserted. On the other side, there were only a few cars passing by.
Just as she reached the crossroads, Jean closed her eyes when the car she was driving hit by another car hit her side.
BRACKET
The car in Jean's vehicle was dragged far enough with the friction of the car that sounded quite tight. Blood flowed from his head and right side of his body which was squeezed by the car door, while Selma had a bloody head and there were some wounds on his body due to being hit and hit by broken glass.
“Jeannie.” Call Selma weak.
“Honey, wake up, Nak.” Jean did not answer. Selma who felt her strength was exhausted, began to close her two eyes.
*****
In the office, Shaka had just finished the meeting and he was still in the room while the other divisions had already left. It was just him and Delvin, sitting next to him.
“She's beautiful, right?” Shaka shows a photo of Jean wearing a wedding dress that Selma had delivered an hour ago.
“Iya, Boss.” Answer Delvin.
“I can't wait to marry her.”
“What, Boss?” Delvin was surprised to hear Shaka say. Since when did his boss become this perverted.
“Married. You know mating, right?”
“Tau.”
“Well, the. You ever do that? Ah, definitely never. You're a dry kanebo man.” Shaka said casually with his eyes still focused on his phone screen. Delvin could only faintly smile at the Boss' words. Let it be, the boss is happy. The man asked the question only, answered by himself.
Like the boss ever.
“Oh, yes. boss. Some time ago you asked me to find a nice and romantic restaurant. Why did you pull it back?” delvin asked who remembered that time Shaka did not ask Delvin to find a good restaurant to propose to Jean.
Shaka leaned his body on the chair. “I snooze. At that time I thought I wanted to propose to Jean like most other couples, but considering me and her in a matchmaking while proposing was a form of a real surprise and happiness, so I guess I'll postpone it.”
“Why is it delayed?”
“Because Jean doesn't love me yet. I just wanted to when I proposed to her like any other man, my woman will also feel abundant happiness because her man expressed love while proposing her to a more serious level where we will age and live happily together.” Shaka said with a smile on his lips while imagining Jean would love him.
“So, boss will wait until miss Jean loves you?” ask Delvin.
“Yapc. I will fight to pursue the love of my wife like any other man who pursues the love of his woman. Until then, I will propose to him correctly.” Shaka meant it.
“If Jean still doesn't love you?” delvin asked with his usual flat look inviting Shaka to squint at him. “You're not saying’akan boss instead said like that. Want me to fire, huh?”
“Home, Boss.”
“Dry canoebo men like you are not suitable for joking. Proof I'm not laughing.” Shaka said while pointing at Delvin.
“I'm not a dry kanebo man.”
“Say Aslan so.”
“Say Aslan the two of us, boss.”
“No. Only you're. At that time you may have misheard.” Shaka's rebuttal didn't take it.
“Alright, I'm just a dry kanebo guy. But the boss also has another name.”
Shaka frowned, “What?”
“Cupu.”
Shaka glaring protest, “Delvin, you-”
Ringing in Delvin's cell phone stops their fucking. Delvin pulled out his phone, frowning at the unfamiliar number. Then he immediately answered the call.
“Halo.”
Shaka waited quietly. He looked back at the screen of his phone with a big smile. How beautiful and beautiful Jean was there. Shaka wants to quickly execute the contract and make the girl his.
“Bos.” Call Delvin in a hurry while putting his phone in his pocket. “Jean accident while coming home from boutique. We have to go to the hospital now.”
The phone Shaka was holding fell down immediately. His face turned panicked. He immediately ran out of the meeting room with Delvin behind him following.
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