HUSBAND PROBLEM

Meinka's?

Shaka stood in front of the ICU room window. Looking at the presence who is still asleep in the gurney with one hand and foot in the cast.

"Jeannie." Shaka muttered softly calling the girl.

Jean looked so calm in her sleep as if nothing had happened. Shaka recalled a few hours before he heard that his future wife was in an accident, he was even very longing and wanted to marry her as soon as possible.

How much Shaka loved and loved Jean with all his heart.

He reached into his cell phone in his pocket, which some time ago was given by his men.

Shaka opens the last chat from Selma.

Mama Selma

Shaka boy, look at Jean now so tall and beautiful. You have to keep this yes, don't get deleted, you know.

[Photo]

Shaka smiled faintly reading the message back and saw Jean there who looked very beautiful. Selma says that Jean is tall, and beautiful. Though the girl was quite tall and her face was even very pretty.

Shaka chuckled softly. However, suddenly his two eyes felt hot and reddened. Her tears suddenly came out.

A few minutes before he stepped on his foot in the hospital, he was still talking to Delvin about how much he wanted this marriage, about how she loves Jean so much and will fight to earn the girl's love.

It was all as if when suddenly bad news came. Shaka doesn't want to think about the bad possibilities about Jean. He believes that his girl is strong, that his future wife is a tough girl and will not give up.

"Jeannie, I'm waiting for you, baby." Lirih Shaka slowly looked at Jean straight.

Moments later, Delvin came running in a hurry.

"Boss, my men have caught them."

"We're there."

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Shaka stood leaning on the pole with a sharp eye staring at the two people who were now seen being tied up in a chair. The man dressed as a thug he knew when Jean was chased by several men was in front of him.

"During time we didn't see each other, yeah." Shaka spoke in a casual tone, the sharp look in his eyes dimmed. It was as if he was talking to relatives instead of opponents.

"Where are you two, two more?" shaka asked in a friendly tone, but it sounded creepy to them. It was as if Shaka was a time bomb that would explode at any moment.

The two men did not answer.

"Answ." Shaka.

Again they are silent. Although the look on their faces looks normal, but honestly they really feel scared. They just realized that this man who was in front of him was not a random person. In view of the room that was now holding them was an unused warehouse in the middle of the forest, with so many bodyguards surrounding them. Making a killing aura so powerful as if Shaka was such an influential big man in this country.

Well, that's the truth.

"Answer or die." Delvin's stern and low voice sounded. This bule man looks more creepy compared to Shaka who currently looks ordinary. Delvin with a large height and a typical European firm face looks ten times more creepy compared to Shaka.

"Me-they're not coming." Answer one of the thugs stammeringly.

"Reason?"

"They're currently back in their hometowns." Answer the man again.

Shaka folded his two hands on his chest. "Oh yeah, how did you get out of jail?..."

"..., you know, I've made plans that if you get out of jail I'll finish you off without a trace as if you were never in the world."

Shaka is still saying with a relaxed tone, but when in the last sentence he said making two feathers to two men who were tied it up, beware, and, fear is dominating.

"You want to die in my hands first, yes. That's great."

"Say, who told you?" Shaka asked in a low tone.

"Nothing."

Two guards approached them. Leaning the gun towards the back of their heads.

The two men's bodies trembled, realizing something was touching the back of their heads.

"Say." Repeat Shaka again.

"We answer or not, it makes no difference. We're gonna die." One of the gondrong-haired men who had been silent said.

Shaka took a pack of his cigarettes out of his pocket. Take one stick and light it.

"Do you smoke?" Shaka asked after smoking his cigarette.

The two men were silent.

Shaka put his pack of cigarettes back in his pocket. Next to his hand in the pocket, the other hand held the cigarette butts that he occasionally smoked.

Shaka sat himself in the seat in the middle.

"Do you know who the girl you hurt?"

"He's my future wife, my love, and my world."

"Do you know how big your mistake is? One of you ripped my girl's shirt off, I threw you in jail. What about this time, when my girl almost lost her life. Not just my girl, there's my future father-in-law too."

"Didn't you not even deserve to live or die?"

Shaka threw his cigarette smoke in front of the men's faces.

"I give you one chance to explain or your family will be destroyed" Shaka said making the two men round his eyes in surprise. Didn't expect that Shaka would involve his family.

"Don't Master, my son is still a baby. Please, not Sir. Forgive us."

"Master, forgive us. We are guilty, please forgive us. They don't know anything. Just punish us."

They pleaded with panicked and worried faces.

"Then, say it clearly. Who and what is the reason you hurt my girl, and my future father-in-law?"

Silent. No one wants to answer yet.

The pull of the trigger from the gun pointed at them sounded to make them even more panicked.

"Lord. We were contacted by a woman to harm someone in exchange for eighty million. We really didn't know that Madam would be our target. I mean it, sir." Exclaim that man. "I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me." The man's head bowed deeply.

"Who?" ask Shaka.

They hesitated to answer.

The more the guns pressed to their heads made them lower.

"No-nona Meinka."

Shaka looked at Delvin who was instantly understood by the man. He immediately contacted someone to find out about the woman named Meinka.

"If you're caught lying to me for one word, I'll give you a choice. Die in my hand or die in the hands of that bule guy over there."

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