
Zian has really prepared everything for Sheril and their future son. He does not want his wife and child abandoned no matter what happens later. Zian is not an angel who can predict life in the future. Having a mature preparation is better Zian thought.
Quietly Zian has built a minimalist two-story house with an elegant concept. Zian guessed Sheril's taste, his wife must have liked him, he thought.
A simple house that has two floors is one of the home designs that are in great demand by people in the modern era like today. Zian smiled satisfied to see the simple house, the luxury was already seen even though it had not finished. After completion Zian will buy furniture that is suitable for the house, then he will take Sheril there, all of you give a letter to the house on behalf of Sheril. Not to forget Zian had prepared a room for their baby later.
"Sir, when it's finished, I can't wait to occupy it" said Zian while looking elsewhere.
"About 2 more weeks can be occupied by the Lord," said one of the builders.
Zian immediately glared at the builder. They seem to bow their heads.
"Two weeks! Whatever you did during that time, I've paid you dearly, but your workmanship is really slow," Zian said annoyed at the man's reply. Those two weeks were too long for him to wait.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but we were paid too much, so we did our job carefully so that there was no mistake, by working in a hurry, and so on, then the result will not be good, and we do not want to disappoint you with the results of our work" said one of those who may be the head of the building.
Zian was silent, which he said the man had a point in his mind as well.
"Absolutely another week is over, sir, but there is a certain part that we have to clean" the man continued.
"It's up to you" said Zian and left.
In his car, Zian smiled at how happy Sheril would be to live in this house. Zian smiled to himself sitting in the back, while Heru who was driving the car felt strange seeing Zian's behavior smiling to himself in the back.
"Ehem,"
Zian had realized that Heru was watching him, but he did not care.
"How do you think the house is, will my wife like it?" Zian asked glanced at the rear view mirror.
"Ehem," said Heru who had not had time to finish his sentence, but had been cut by Zian.
"From now on you just cleared your throat, are there no words other than that," Zian looked annoyed, while Heru smiled at Zian's strange words.
"Where else boss, I was confused to answer it," said Heru who again his sentence was cut by Zian.
"Just leave the answer he likes or doesn't, it's fine, right," said Zian increasingly upset.
"Sorry boss, I think if for Miss Sheril, surely she will like it, but if for your fierce wife she will not like such a minimalist home" said Heru, said, he looked nervous because he said his boss' wife was fierce. Cold sweat began to envelop Heru's body.
"Hem,"
That was all that came out of Zian's lips. Heru Masi on the verge of fear when his boss will scold him, usually every Heru disfiguring his wife, Zian will be angry. Heru felt strange, beside he felt relief, his heart remained wondering, only he did not dare to say it.
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