HUSBAND PROBLEM
Sorry, Arshaka
“You go home. It's getting late. Jean wants to sleep.” Shaka said he intended to expel his friends who had been there for four hours.
They either want to stay or want to stay here.
“But the snack is not finished.” Said Aslan pointing at his pill snack. The fourth Shaka Snack the man spent.
“You almost spent all my snacks, Aslan!” Shaka cried not to accept, then his gaze was fixed on his Assistant. “You too, Vin! Did I tell you to eat?”
“At the moment I'm your friend, not your Assistant.” Delvin said in a flat tone as usual.
Shaka closed his eyes holding back the upset. The precious time between her and Jean is wasted due to the presence of these friends. “Pokonya y'all home.”
“Are you going to sleep, Jean?” Aslan asked Jean who had been silent. Sipping strawberry milk bought by Shaka.
“I..”
Not yet Jean replied, Shaka cut first. “I told him to sleep. Y'all gohome. The clock is running out!”
Aslan chuckles. “Oke-oke.”
“Yuk, Vin. Already kicked out by the host we should have gone home, right?” Aslan told Delvin. “Padahat he himself a guest, yes.” he added slowly to Delvin.
“See you, Jean. Healing quickly, yes. This dry kanebo has been mating kebelet.” Aslan's claw makes Jean's face red.
Shaka clucking. “Go there!”
Delvin pulled Aslan's arm forcefully. I was lazy to see his friend's stupid behavior.
“Finally they go home.” Monologue Shaka so Jean glanced at him, “Not good like that, loh.”
“They are too noisy, and look! My snack is up one.” Shaka grumbled as he pointed at a small pack of sausages ready to eat.
Jean saw it chuckle, “Eat it. Here there is a canteen, right, you can buy snacks there.”
Shaka still with his mouth sneering picked up the sausage. Open it with annoyance and eat it. “You want?” bargained for.
Jean shook her head, “I'm full.” He said while pointing at a bottle of strawberry milk that had run out.
Not until five minutes, the sausage that only left the rest of the one was up. “Kan, out.”
“Ah, I want to ask.” Jean Calls.
Shaka cleans his dirty hands with a tissue. “What?”
“You guys seem very familiar.” He recalled how Shaka's interactions with his friends were like with old friends.
“We've been friends since high school.”
“So..”.
Shaka shifted his chair. Get closer to Jean. “Why? What did those two bawls tell you when I wasn't around?”
Jean shook her head. “Nothing. I just feel they're funny.” Say it with a smile.
“Who?”
“Aslan and Delvin...,” Jean hangs up her sentence, “,... can I just say their names like that?”
“Why can't?”
Jean replied with a smile. Then he remembered something, “Shaka, did you find out the mastermind?”
For a moment, Shaka looked at Jean while thinking. Does he have to tell the truth…
“Already.”
“Who?”
“Fayyola.”
Shaka rise. Raise Jean's blanket to the chest. “Iya. Do I want to put this down?” Tanya Shaka pointed at the head of the bed. Like trying to divert the conversation.
“Let's go. Tell me first how Ola can be the mastermind.” Said Jean holding Shaka's arm that was already on the side of the gurney. Intending to lower the head of the bed.
Shaka bowed to the side of the empty bed. Looking at Jean with sadness. “Ola and her cousin intend to break me through you. I'm sorry.”
Hearing that made Jean look at Shaka in confusion. He wet his lips. “Tell me more clearly. Please.”
Flow the story from Shaka's mouth without anything being subtracted or exaggerated. However, Jean needs to know because she herself does not intend to keep it a secret. Because she thought, it was better for Jean to hear from her own mouth than from anyone else.
“I'm sorry.” Shaka said at the end. Bowing his head still with a sad look.
For a moment, Jean was pensive. Digesting all the sentences told by Shaka well.
“Jeannie.” Call Shaka by rubbing the girl's cheek making her turn.
“I'm sorry for making you like this.”
Seeing the look on Shaka's face as if he was sorry, Jean rubbed Shaka's head. “It's not your fault.”
Shaka looked up at Jean.
“It looks like we are indeed a match. God does not let you who are hurt alone, but involves me as well. Doesn't this sound sweet?” Jean's clumsiness is trying to calm Shaka down.
The man hugged Jean. Drowned his face on the girl's shoulder. “Aren't you supposed to be mad at me for causing you and Mama Selma harm? How can you be like this?”
Jean smiles in Shaka's arms. “Why blame you I will get what? Oh, this happened. Aren't we engaged anyway? A pair of fiancees must fight together to experience joy and sorrow before reaching marriage.” Jean stroked Shaka's back. “One more step we will get married. I have a great husband. Passion, and fight for both of us.”
Shaka smiled broadly at Jean's words. So clean was her girl's heart. Shaka thought Jean would curse and curse him for making himself and the only parent he had harmed. These two days he is sometimes dizzy and confused thinking about how he will tell Jean about Ola and Karen, afraid to make Jean angry and disappointed. However, after hearing Jean's reply, she was finally able to breathe with relief.
The kiss on Jean's neck landed friendly. “Thanks. Thank you very much, dear.”
Getting a kiss and friendly speech from the fiancee made Jean's face flushed red. Luckily, Shaka could not see it.
Still with her shy smile, Jean replied with a slow nod. “Hm.”
Shaka took off his embrace. His two hands held the girl's shoulders. “Ingin sleep?”
Why is hearing Shaka ask such a question making my mind go everywhere.
Jean shook her head trying to shake off her absurd thoughts.
Shaka who saw it immediately interpreted with another meaning. “Then you want what, it's very late,”
“Eh, no. I mean, i-iya, I want to sleep.”
Why am I so laid out like this, anyway.
Jean grumbled inwardly aware of his attitude like a misbehaved person.
Shaka smiled. The man realized that the girl was wrong. “So you want top or bottom?”
Jean glares, “Hah? What?”
The man chuckled at the expression of Jean who was hit by his lure. “What are you thinking? I mean, is this down or do you want to sleep like this?” He said pointing at Jean, who was half-sitting, leaning on the head of the bed.
Like being caught off guard, Jean hurriedly normalized her expression. “Let.”
“Oke, down.”
After the head of the bed is straight. Shaka allowed the blanket to Jean's chest. Smacked the girl's forehead gently and turned around. Step onto the sofa and lay her body there.
Jean noticed that. Look at all Shaka's activities until the man is covered with a blanket on his body.
Arshaka, sorry. I'll try to love you.
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