My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapter 75.

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Alan robs Kansha to go through the streets of Jakarta that never sleeps. During the trip, only the sound of the night traffic fills up. The mouths of the two men were clenched. Moreover, Kansha who had given up questioning Alan with a series of confusion that only answered silence from the man.

Kansha still doesn't understand. It was clear he asked to be delivered to the hospital, Alan had already nodded. But why did the man suddenly change his mind unexpectedly and instead wanted to take him to Alan's apartment.

Before long, Alan and Kansha arrived at the apartment building. Alan put his bike in the basement, then went up to the third floor, Alan's apartment. They go in.

Arriving on the third floor, Alan leads Kansha to her house number. He pressed a few numbers and the door opened. Alan is in. But Kansha is doubtful. He was silent in the doorway. His mind was raging, between should he enter or not. After all, this is not his home, plus Alan is a man and it's already night. In conclusion, Kansha must be vigilant, all humans have an evil nature in them, right? Including Alan.

Alan stopped stepping, he realized that Kansha did not enter following him. Alan turned around.

"Why not go in?" tanyakanya.

"Jawab my question first. Why did you take me to your apartment when we agreed to drive me to the hospital to get my car?" todong Kansha who was still standing in the doorway.

"Just go in first" Alan said, not answering Kansha's question.

Kansha shakes her head. He's not going in until he gets a satisfactory answer from Alan.

Alan sighed, "I'll answer if you're in. It's already night."

"Had known it was night, and took me to your house. We should be in the hospital by now" Kansha said.

"That's why I brought you here." Alan said.

"What does that mean?" kansha asked confused.

"Because it's night, I'm not taking you there. It would be very dangerous if you drove late at night like this." Alan explained.

Kansha stunned. He looked at Alan in disbelief in the doorway. Unexpectedly, Alan was worried about his condition.

"I'm fine. I'm used to it." said Kansha ignoring the pounding of her heart.

Now it's Alan's turn to shake his head, "Too dangerous, we don't know what's going to happen. How are you sleepy? I see you've been yawning all the way."

Kansha. He was exhausted today. As a result he became sleepy and continued to yawn as a result. Alan was watching that.

"Have the answer, right? Come on in." said Alan again.

Kansha was still thinking. What Alan said was true. He was already very exhausted and wanted to go to sleep immediately. His hunger even lost with his drowsiness. But Kansha still has another question. Can he stay at Alan's? And what about the car?

Alan realizes that Kansha is still confused. The woman's eyes were already glared but her pride and logical mind were still in control. He knew what Kansha was thinking now.

"You don't have to worry about you staying at my place. It's just last night anyway, there won't be any problems. I will also go to Utana's house, so you will only be here alone. And as for your car, just give me the keys to your car, I'll bring it in tomorrow" Alan said, answering all of Kansha's questions, which continued to be a burden on the twenty-five-year-old woman's mind.

Kansha looked up and her eyes remained staring in disbelief at Alan.

"Are you serious?" tanyakanya.

"I'm serious." Alan nodded calmly.

Kansha had already softened her gaze. But his eyes still blocked the warning, "Alright, just last night. And don't forget to grab my car tomorrow, anyway as soon as I wake up, my car is already in the basement of this building."

"I promise."

"All right then."

"So you can come in now, right?"

Kansha nodded. Alan then put his body aside and let Kansha in first. Afterwards, Alan closed the door and followed Kansha who was already in the living room.

Kansha who had entered first was immediately amazed to see the breadth of the man's apartment. The white paint color with wooden accents makes this house feel clean. The wood floor is also very comfortable. All the furniture is neatly arranged, there is no strange smell, this house even looks neat and fragrant.

"This house is rarely occupied. I'm usually here to rest after the early morning flight because it's not far from the airport." Alan said.

"Your house is wider than I thought. You are a successful man."

Alan laughed at the flat-pitched praise from Kansha.

"Sit down first, I'll take a drink" Alan said.

Then Alan headed for the kitchen. The kitchen can be seen by Kansha as there are no barriers in the way. And as soon as Alan opened the refrigerator, the food entourage was neatly arranged, making Kansha's saliva drip. He was hungry again.

Crewman

"I'll cook you food" he said.

Kansha reacted, she immediately shook her head. "No, I'm not hungry." she refused.

"Then what was the sound?" ask Alan amusedly.

"A sound? I didn't hear anything." Kansha pretended to be confused.

Alan decided to follow the game of Kansha.

"So I heard there was a kruyuk sound like our stomachs are starving" he said seriously.

"That's not my stomach. I'm not hungry at all." said Kansha quickly.

"really?" Alan's tone got serious. "If it wasn't your stomach, it might be mine."

"True, it's your stomach." nods Kansha.

"Pity my stomach." Alan touched his stomach, he pretended to look sad and feel guilty. "I'm sorry I starved you and couldn't digest any food. I'll cook you pasta and fried chicken." he continued.

Hearing Alan's words, Kansha was immediately tempted back. Hearing the word pasta and fried chicken made worms in his stomach protest. Kansha touched her stomach for a moment.

"Come to the kitchen, I can make crispy fried chicken outside but soft inside. You can also digest it well." Alan's play continues. He also stepped into the kitchen.

"Wait!" prevent Kansha. Alan stopped stepping.

"What's wrong?" asked Alan without turning around. He was holding back his laughter.

Kansha bit her lip. He was embarrassed but had to force himself to say it. It feels bad if you have to sleep with a rumbling stomach. It's like sleeping without a blanket in winter. Will not sleep well and even tormented.

"I'm hungry. I mean, my stomach is hungry too. Give me some food too" Kansha said slowly.

Alan held his laughter desperately. He was completely satisfied to have castrated Kansha. Although there was no pleading, Kansha's tone of voice already characterized that the woman was desperate.

"Well, I'll cook a serving for you too" Alan said.

Alan then set foot back into the kitchen, but again Kansha's voice stopped him. Alan turned around.

"What?"

"Umm.fried chicken." Kansha stopped talking.

"Fried chicken?" reset Alan.

"Fry with the skin too, don't forget to be crunchy" Kansha said quickly.

Alan could not hold back his laughter anymore. He was laughing so hard. Kansha's face flushed with embarrassment.

Alan kept laughing, making Kansha upset. He picked up the couch cushion and threw it at Alan.

Bugs

Alan stopped laughing when the couch cushion hit his face.

"Yuhoo! Strike!" kansha cheer happy.

"Kansa!" alan was surprised.

"You kept on teasing me. Your laughter is so annoying." - Kansha.

"Haha." Alan laughed again.

Kansha's getting upset. He took off his heels and was about to throw them at Alan. Alan stopped laughing.

"Woah, Kansha!" alan exclaimed in horror at Kansha's pointy shoe heels.

"Stop laughing and quickly cook dinner." press Kansha seriously.

"Yes-yes, but get rid of it first" Alan said.

Kansha took her shoes down. Alan breathed a sigh of relief.

But because basically Alan is ignorant.

"Kansha." call Alan.

Kansha raised her eyebrows next door. "What?"

"Fried chicken... fried with the skin too, do not forget to be crunchy too right?" tease Alan back.

Kansha's face flushed. "MALAN!" kansha shouted throwing her shoes.

Alan managed to avoid, in the run flushed into the kitchen.Tak long ago the sound of laughter Alan reverberated.