HUSBAND PROBLEM

About Zarif Pt.2

"You remember Zarif? Where is he now?" Shaka asked with a serious look.

"Why are you asking that guy?" Aslan asked puzzled as Shaka suddenly asked about their old friend.

"She's the source of Jean's woe and my Mother-in-law's problems. Tell me, are you still in touch with him?"

Hearing that, Aslan straightened his body."Wait, why is he?"

"He's Karen's husband. My ex was two years ago" said Shaka.

"What?" Aslan said surprised.

"So when did you last communicate with him?" Ask is impatient.

"Er... It looks like five years ago." Aslan hesitated. For a long time he had met Zarif.

Shaka massaged his temple. Means that for a long time Aslan with Zarif did not communicate as well as himself.

"Did he ever talk about me?" Shaka looked at Aslan.

"Talking about what that means?"

"You know what I mean."

Aslan thought. Start remembering. "Ah, she... I doubt I'd like to tell you this. But, since your fiancee and your in-laws are wretched, then I will tell you."

"In school, you know, I used to play with him and his close friends in class without involving you. Not that I don't want to invite you, but every time I ask to invite you and Delvin, Zarif always refuses." Aslan began to tell stories, reminiscing about the past.

Shaka frowned, "But I felt that we were close enough."

Aslan nodded in agreement, "I think so too. You and Zarif were close enough, but after I remembered. He's been refusing to attend you since the last grade of High School."

"Reason?"

"I don't know why. But, surely Zarif started to study desperately in school and shied away from the two of you."

Shaka thought to think. Zarif shies away from him and Delvin.. What reason?

Why just the two of them however, with Aslan not.

"After graduation, I never saw him again. You and him are still in touch, has he never put us in your conversation?" ask Shaka.

"No. He's still the same as before. If I ask him to take you and Delvin, he'll either avoid it or refuse it indirectly." Obviously Aslan again. Remembering his memories from five years ago.

"Where is he now?"

"I heard he went to college in Japan. Five years ago, I last saw him in Japan." Aslan.

Shaka silently watched. While Delvin, from that moment the man was silent. Listen to it well.

"I never heard at all that she married your ex. He should have invited me, yes. We used to be pretty close anyway." Aslan said then clucked while shaking his head.

Shaka looked at Aslan fiercely, then screeched, "He won't invite you because he's forced to be a bride."

Aslan gave a confused look, "Eh? Whatchu mean?"

Shaka tells Aslan in outline that he is Ola's reason for taking revenge on her through Jean.

"Oh, yeah... I didn't expect that Ola could do such a cruel thing." Aslan muttered.

Shaka turned to look at Delvin, "Vin, you find Zarif until you meet and find out background or anything about him. Especially when being Karen's husband."

"Okay, Boss." Sahut Delvin. He grabbed the tablet, then his finger was busy fiddling there.

Aslan grimaced, seeing Delvin's response to Shaka. "Fast you respond without protest."

Delvin responded by shrugging his shoulders indifferently.

"I went to see Jean" said Shaka.

Delvin wakes up soon, because he's the one who's gonna take Shaka.

"You don't have to come. I brought my own car." Shaka grabbed his office suit hanging in the corner of the room.

"I'm coming along." Aslan suddenly.

"Home on. I'm here by bus."

Delvin's drinking, choking. "What's? You get on the bus? You you?" point it at Aslan's chest with a look of disbelief.

"Yes, why?" asked Aslan with a plain face.

"Your news is up, huh? Don't you sell your car?" Sahut Shaka while buttoning his suit.

Aslan chuckled, his face suddenly reddened. Like blushing. Delvin and Shaka who saw him were horrified themselves. "You're sane?" Ask Shaka.

"of course! I'm a nebeng, yeah." Aslan exclaimed with a radiant look.

"You go with Delvin. I'm busy."

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Shaka pushes Jean's nursing room door hinges. In her hand was a basket of fruit and some snacks for her and Jean.

"Geez!" Shaka stroked his chest. Surprised to see Aslan and Delvin there talking to Jean.

"What are you doing here?" Tanya Shaka glared.

"Of course visit my friend's fiancee. You're so mean to not ask me to come here, when we just met." Aslan said with a grunt that even looked annoying in Shaka's eyes.

Shaka walked over. Put the luggage on the sofa table, then walk over to Jean. Kissing the girl's forehead at a glance made her blush in embarrassment.

"Aw, so sweet." Aslan sneered excessively.

"Have a conversation with Jean, right? Please go home." Said Shaka let his friends go home because he had missed and wanted to spend time alone with his girl.

"Yes my. I'm not even here for an hour, you know." Aslan said while displaying a sad feigned look.

Seeing that, Jean rubbed Shaka's arm. "It's not good to drive away guests. Your best friend wants to see me, right."

"But—"

"Tuh, listen to your fiancee. It's not good to drive away guests." Aslan then got up to the sofa, sitting next to Delvin. His gaze was fixed on the bag containing a light snack.

"I asked, yes" he said, then took one of the potato snacks and opened it.

"Can't!"

Aslan stopped his movement. "Well, that's it."

Shaka screeched and sat down in the chair that Aslan had originally sat in. Right next to the gurney.

"Is there a complaint today?" Ask Jean.

"none. I'm fine." Jean replied with a smile.

"Would you like to eat something?"

"Emm.." Jean glanced at the fruit brought by Shaka. "I want an apple."

Without a babibu, Shaka stood near the nightstand. Take the apples in the fruit basket and go to the sink.

"Hey, Jean." Call Aslan.

"Yes?"

"Can he peel an apple?" asked Aslan by pointing at Shaka's back who was washing two apples.

Jean nodded, "Can. He even peeled it neatly. Why the hell?"

Aslan stared in amazement, "Really? Whoa!"

Shaka brought back a clean apple. He took out a small plate and peeled it with a fruit knife.

"You really can already hold a knife apparently, yeah." Aslan told Shaka. Given the past, Shaka is not good at holding a knife to peel or cut something. Someone must have been hurt if the man had a knife.

"of course. Wh why? You want me to peel you?"

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