My Husband's a Wasted Child

#THE #BONUS CHAPTER 24

Hi loyal Readers..How are you? long time no see again, may all be healthy... Aamyn

The author wants to continue the story of Zicko's excitement in his teens when he entered school, what was the excitement? yuk, we follow the story.

Early in the morning, Zicko was difficult to set school hours, he was always lazing around. However, it does not reduce its value in school. Although you can say a lot of behavior and like to make trouble, the value in the subjects is always a ranking.

In fact, there is a reason. It may have declined from the attitude of his own parents, famous delinquents, but always be the center of attention for women. Yep! who else if not Zayen Arganta.

Already many times the home assistant tried to wake him, still no response in the slightest. In fact, there was no confirmation from inside the room.

This time it was Mr. Zayen who intervened to face his very wayward son.

"Zicki! open the door." Call Mr. Zayen who has already begun to grow angry with his own son.

Zicko himself who was in the room, actually remained sound sleep. The sound of the door breaking could not wake him. It's a hassle, thought Mr. Zayen.

Afnaya as his mother, just rubbed his forehead to the end of his head when the husband who was still pounding on the door of his son's room.

"That kid, always pisses his daddy off." He muttered when he heard the husband who still kept calling his son over and over again.

Then, Mr. Zayen's wife went straight to her son's room. Stripped from the first rung to the front floor of his son's room, it was also unable to wake Zicko up.

"Here, let me wake up Zicko." He said at last with the last idea.

Especially if it is not to prank his son to wake up immediately from his sleep. At that moment, the doorbell that was connected to the room, was very clear and shocking to wake the sleeping person.

Sure enough, Zicko was like hearing an ambulance siren in his room that sounded very clear and continued to sound, the loud sound of his voice, was also very shrill to piercing his hearing senses.

"Come! Mama."

In a hurry, Zicko immediately opened the door.

Mr. Zayen himself was startled when Zicko opened the door to his room. What more noise if not the sound of ambulance sirens. At that moment, Mr. Zayen immediately turned to his wife.

"We have no other way than this, dear." Said the wife who still remained with her mesra call.

Because it was too noisy, immediately cut off the sound of ambulance sirens by his wife Mr. Zayen, suddenly silent again.

Mr. Zayen rubbed the chest of his field because waking up his son just needed the sound of a siren, really very outrageous, he thought.

"Are you sleeping or passing out, Zicko?" asked Mr. Zayen staring furiously at his son who was really testing patience as a parent.

Zicko instead of directly answering, it even grinned the horse. Ordinary, a Zicko who always takes it lightly in all questions, even though advice. Really not only does it test patience, but it also takes time to deal with it.

"Zicko is tired, Pa. Last night, Zicko stayed up, drowsy. Papa same Mama why, had time to wake up Zicko. Today is also a holiday, not school. Well, Mama and Papa relax." Zicko replied casually, instead advising his parents.

Anger, annoyed, even become one taste. Mr. Zayen shook his head. It really took a long time to face the attitude of his son.

"You think last night was Sunday? look at the calendar, read it carefully, the day, date, and date color." Said Mr. Zayen, who rushed out from the presence of his son, and was followed by his wife.

While Zicko himself rushed to check it, afraid that his mother was just to prank, he thought.

"God! monday. Alamac. Duh! where's the first schedule to go to school again, aih. If I don't go, I can break my bike. Where can bring a motorbike, there is only a pick-up. No hesitation, I must hurry to go to school." When you see the correct date.

Shame after knowing the calendar is certain. Nick, Zicko.

Not wanting to get into trouble at school or with his father, Zicko began to rack his brain to look for ideas, which was safe and everything looked fine.