HUSBAND PROBLEM

Temperature or Cupu

"So, you ask 'what do you want to add?' when the food is finished?" Aslan asked with a laugh after hearing Shaka's story. While Delvin just silently enjoyed his soda drink solemnly.

Right now the three of them; shaka, Delvin, and Aslan were gathering at a cafe near the Altair company.

Aslan, who was spending time at the club, got a call from Shaka because there was something important, the man said. But in fact, when Aslan asks what is important to talk about, Shaka instead asks about tips and how to approach women.

It felt like Aslan was eager to hit Shaka on the head because it was already interrupting his precious time for fun just for that unimportant question.

Shaka nodded, "What's the matter?"

Aslan patted Shaka's shoulder slowly, "Listen, women don't like to talk about anything that leads to 'body weight'."

"Why indeed?"

"Of course it will touch him! Oh, my God, Delvin, your boss has his intelligence only when he's in the company. I feel sorry for you, Vin." Aslan looked at Delvin iba.

"All right, I'm sorry."

"Not apologizing to me, but to him! Ah, it's not important. Besides you said, he's not offended, is he?" Aslan asked to make sure.

Shaka nodded.

"Let me tell you. The first step to approaching the woman, you must look friendly yet cool. Women love cool men as long as not to overdo it. Remember, don't overdo it." Aslan pointed at Shaka's face with an index finger, as if commemorating.

"Continue."

"Secondly, you should praise her often. Women love to be praised. Like, 'Gee, you're so great. Not everyone can do that, you know.', okay?" Say Aslan with a made-up tone to live.

"Yes. Continue."

"Three, you should pay a little attention to him. Like asking 'How was your day?' and when you listen to his story about his day patiently then you will earn plus points. "

"Okay, I get it."

"Fourth," Aslan hung up his sentence after realizing something, "Wait, don't you have an ex? Even your ex is more than this five-door refrigerator" Aslan pointed to Delvin.

Delvin who felt pointed, just silently listened.

"What does this have to do with the ex?" Shaka asked with a confused face.

"Of course it has something to do, stupid!"

Shaka was silent, not saying. Still with his confused look.

Aslan sighed. Tried to neutralize his emotions that wanted to go up, "Alright. How many of your exes, Mr Arshaka?"

"Four." Shaka answered while showing his four fingers.

"You have four exes why are you still asking me this insignificant question, Arshaka!" aslan began to raise his tone. It seems he has exhausted his patience.

"He's just acting like a man's dry kanebo on all women, so no woman can stand him." Delvin finally made a quiet voice.

Aslan who heard that looked at Delvin with two eyebrows raised. Doesn't the term dry kanebo reflect Delvin himself?

So, these two best friends are both dry kanebo?

"God, having two friends is useless." Aslan sniffed in frustration.

Shaka and Delvin who heard that protest, "Hey!"

"I thought you were the temperature, Shaka. It turns out the same cup as Delvin." said Aslan limp.

"I'm not cute!" Delvin protest.

"You're hickey!"

"I'm not cute!"

"You're a hickey, Delvin."

"I'm not—"

"STOP! Silence yourself. Let me be the cupid, you two be the temperature." Shaka tried to end their argument.

Aslan and Delvin were silent, then both nodded in agreement.

"True, you're the loo."

"Yes, the boss is cute."

"And I'm the temperature."

"I'm also the temperature."

"No, you're Delvin's cup. I'm the only one with the temperature."

"I'm not cute."

"alright. I'm the temperature, but you're still Delvin's cupu."

"You—"

For Spongebob's magic clam! Is there any merit in removing man from the face of the earth without trace and sin? If there is, tell Shaka immediately!

****

Shaka entered his apartment with a shunt step. Then lay his body on the sofa with the origin. The coat that he had originally set, was lying original on the carpet of his fur.

Si4l, Shaka became annoyed again remembering that.

Shaka took his phone in his pants pocket as he felt his phone vibrate.

The First Lady called.

Shaka glanced at the clock on his wrist. At 21.45.

Why did his mother call him this late?

"Hello, Mom."

"Shaka, where are you, son?" ask her mother across the street.

"In the Apartment."

"Why not go home?"

"It was yesterday, Mom."

"Your son needs you, Shaka."

"I don't have any children yet, Mom." Looks like Shaka forgot about Aidan.

It sounded like there, "Aidan your son, Shaka. You're forgot?"

Shaka finally remembered Aidan. He nodded his forehead slowly. Suddenly the dizziness hit his head again.

"Ah, yes Aidan." Answer Shaka accordingly.

"So you want to go home or not, Shaka?"

"Tomorrow, Mom. I'm so tired today."

Shaka said honestly, he was quite tired today. The distance from the Apartment to the Mansion is also quite far. Although there is Delvin who is ready to serve himself 24 hours as a personal assistant, Shaka is still lazy and tired.

"alright. You rest, and don't stay up. Take care of your. Good night, sweetie."

"Good night, Mother."

Shaka dropped his phone on the carpet. Sighing in frustration remembering Aidan.

Ah, that innocent kid.

Come to think of it pity also Aidan. Still a baby, already dumped by his parents. What kind of wicked parents throw such an adorable child. Just look, if Shaka finds out the culprit who threw away the innocent little baby, Shaka will kill the man. Dare to throw an innocent child in front of his family's Mansion without permission. If you can't take care of it, don't make a baby!

Shaka clenched his hands punching at the air while growling in annoyance.

***

Jean came down the stairs while tying her hair. He could see Gavi and Mama talking in the kitchen over dinner.

Jean walked up to them, joined them in eating together.

"Jean, what are you going home with?" gavi asked Jean who was sitting next to his mother.

"Send by Delvin's assistant." Jean replied as she scooped the side dish onto her plate.

Gavi nodded in response.

"Whose assistant is Delvin, son?" ask Selma—sang Mama.

"Personal assistant Mr. Shaka." Answer Jean accordingly.

Selma turned to look at Gavi with a gaze asking for an explanation.

"Shaka my superior, brother." Gavi.

"Can't you?"

Gavi codes Selma to ask Jean.

Jean, who felt Selma's question had to be answered, swallowed her food. "I met Mr. Shaka while delivering Uncle's provisions. Then talk to Mr. Shaka for a while, and be escorted home by his personal assistant." Obviously Jean lightly.

"Arshaka Virendra you mean, Jean?" ask Selma to make sure.

"Yes, do you know her?"

"Of course Mama knows. Who does not know Arshaka Virendra, young and successful CEO of this country." Selma said spirit. "So, you've known each other since when?"

Jean frowning. Is her mom this happy to know she has a CEO acquaintance?

"Recently, Ma." said Jean.

"Ah, so it seems."

"Why does Mama seem so happy?" asked Jean to look at her mother's face.

Selma shook her hand, "Ah, it's normal."

Jean did not respond. Return to the delayed eating.

While secretly, Selma glanced at Gavi. Gavi simply responded with a faint smile.

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