HUSBAND PROBLEM

Selma's Question

The iron-clad door opened slowly. A loud sound from the door scraping sounded. The large and dark room made the atmosphere very gripping. There were only a few yellow dim lights attached to the side of the iron bars.

Shaka entered the room with a flat face. The dark aura reappeared like that of the room gripping. He approached one of the iron bars that had a woman there with a state of concern.

Shaka was standing there. Right in front of the woman who was behind bars.

"How are you, Ola?" Ask pleasantries.

Ola who was looking down, raised her gaze. Staring at Shaka pleading, "Shaka, get me out of here."

"It's been a week here, can't stand it, huh?"

"My cousin's in the hospital, who's going to get his desk?" Ola said still begging.

"There's a nurse there." Shaka folded his hands on his chest.

"At least stop torturing me! We were even together. I just hurt that girl and you're like this? Isn't this unfair?" Ola said angry. The look in his eyes was now sharpening with gurats around his face.

"You almost killed my fiancee and you said only? This torture is not even comparable to my girl with her mother who almost lost her life" Shaka said in a soft and deep voice. His gaze was unsheathed, looking at Ola as if he wanted to skin the woman.

"He was wounded and not dead. He's still alive! You see Karen, her life is ruined because of you!" Shouted Ola with reddened eyes. "If I knew it would be like this, I should have killed Jean with my hands" he added, laughing sarcastically.

Shaka clenched his teeth holding back his annoyance. As much as possible he held the anger that was burning above his head. "Guard!"

Two large, muscular men who had been standing not far from Shaka rushed over. "Yes, Sir?"

"Don't feed him five days." Tell Shaka then pass. His steps stopped right beside the guards. "Slap him for speaking so presumptuously" he said in a softly piercing tone.

"Good, Sir."

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"My people are reporting that Zarif is now in Canada, boss." Said Delvin while following Shaka's steps entering the Company's office building.

The employees swiftly looked down at the CEO with his assistant just entering the office after a lunch break.

Their gaze looked at the curious CEO who usually displayed a friendly face, now different from the last few days, more precisely since his absence and appearance with a serious face. There was no friendly face as if all around the man was a gloomy and dark aura.

"As soon as I set my schedule, I'll meet him in person in Canada. You're coming with me." said Shaka as he squeezed the elevator.

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"How are you doing, son?" Selma looked at Jean with a concerned look. The worried face was clearly visible on his face.

Selma has been allowed to go home since yesterday. The situation was quite fresh and healthy compared to a few days ago. However, only today did he come to see his daughter.

"Better, Ma." Jean smiled warmly.

Selma hugged her daughter gently. Swiping his head fondly, "I'm sorry, mama because you just visited."

"It's okay, Ma. The doctor told Mama to rest more, right?"

Selma did not answer. The woman tightened her embrace. A flash of memory of how sad she was when Zian, the husband lost his life appeared in his mind.

No, I can't think of anything.

Selma shook her head, throwing off the thought of fear in those closest to her.

"Alright, Ma. Brother's short of breath, tuh." Eshan's voice melted the atmosphere. The young man was sitting on the couch with a laptop on his lap.

"When do you come back to America?" Jean asked after Selma let go of their embrace.

"When do you want me to go back there?" Eshan asked back in a witty tone.

"Quickly." Selma said flatly making Eshan roll his eyes and then clucked, "Ck, Mama, what is it, anyway?"

Seeing Eshan's adorable response, Selma pulled to the two corners of her lips, "Joking, dear. You can stay here any time. Moving to college here can be."

"No way!" eshan almost shouted.

Selma screeched, "Obviously dong, she replied!"

"Oh yeah, how's your relationship with Shaka?" Selma asked Jean with a curious look.

"okay?" Selma frowned and looked at her daughter's face. "Not very good? Your face blushed like this!" Show Selma on Jean's cheek.

Hurry Jean covered her cheeks with her left hand. "Mama!"

Selma smiled gently, stroking her son's head, "Thank God, Mama thought Shaka would stay away because of your failed marriage."

"Why stay away if the marriage fails?"

Selma looked at Jean, "You've liked Shaka, haven't you?"

Jean shook her head.

"Do not, Jean."

"No, Ma."

"My lady, or Mama's clairvoyant?" Threaten Selma with both hands as if ready to touch Jean's waist.

"Well, how can you criticize me when I'm like this?" Jean pointed at her hands and feet that were still in the cast.

Selma put her hand back in position, "Ah, right. Is it very painful?"

"Sometimes it hurts to be in motion" Jean said, displaying a deplorable look to Selma that she had forgotten her previous question.

"You don't move much first. Let us help you."

Jean nodded with lips that were deliberately pushed forward, like sulking.

The sound of knocking on the door rang, followed by the entry of a nurse carrying a lunch tray.

"Thank you." Selma said to the nurse and then the nurse left.

"Sister, I want the banana, yeah." Eshan picked up the banana on the tray.

Plaque.

Eshan's back, who was about to pick up a banana, was hit by Selma. "can't. Your brother is sick."

"Let it, Ma. I don't like bananas." Lerai Jean's.

Eshan took the banana back with a triumphant look. Then she sat back on the sofa with the laptop on her lap.

"So, Jean... How do you feel about Shaka? Do you like him? Did you love him?" Ask Selma with questions.

"To be sure, Mama asked three questions at once." exclaimed Jean as she held the number three on her finger.

"Alright, one-one. Do you like Shaka?" selma asked still with a curious look.

Indeed, these one mothers most like to interfere in Jean's affairs with Shaka.

"Maybe... Emm..." Jean hung up her words. It looks like thinking.

"Maybe what?"

"Er... Maybe I like it." Say Jean slowly.

Selma cheered like a triumphant. The woman clapped her hands in excitement. "Tuh, right! I told you it didn't take long to like it!" Excited with pleasure.

"Look, Eshan! Your brother is normal, he likes men!" Selma's claws in the interlude of laughter made Jean display a look of protest. "Mom think I'm not normal?!"

"Just kidding, just kidding." Selma patted Jean on the shoulder with a seductive look.

"What about Shaka?"

The question again made Jean's cheeks blush. Sontak Selma who saw it was her own excitement.

Oh, my God, can my mom be normal for once?

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