My Husband's a Wasted Child

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Zayen was still sitting while chatting with Ferdi's grandfather, while Kazza was busy with his phone. Both are equally cold, Kazza is not so fond of Zayen. In addition to his work that is also unknown, Kazza continues to investigate without the knowledge of his parents or others.

"Grandfather, Kazza wants a break. Good day, cake. Excuse me.." Kazza said goodbye. Now there are Zayen and Ferdi's brother who still sit in the middle room.

"Son Zayen, can you take grandfather to the room?" tanyanya.

"Can cake, grandpa's leg hurt?" tanyanya.

"Yes, yesterday grandfather sprained. Because he wants to catch a chicken, not to miss."

"Grandfather's been massaged?"

"Already, but the pain is not gone."

"Come, Cake. Zayen take you to the room." Said Zayen, then helped Ferdi's grandfather to walk up to his room.

Zayen painstakingly confirmed Ferdi's grandfather's position correctly. Sit while straightening both legs and while leaning.

"Grandpa wait a minute, Zayen wants to take the massage oil. Zayen wants to try massaging Grandpa's legs, hopefully there's a change. Wait a minute, cake ..."

"Can you sort it?" asked grandpa a little doubtful.

"As far as it can be, Zayen can't guarantee it, cake. It's just that, when Zayen was young, he took up martial arts training. Zayen also learned how to handle parts of the body that experience problems in the affected part, for example sprained cake." The answer is trying to explain.

"You're all-rounder in any field, grandpa's proud of you."

"Don't overdo it, cake. Well then, Zayen's going to the room first to get the vein oil, yeah, cake ..." Zayen replied trying to smile. Although very heavy, but trying to melt the atmosphere. Moreover, the face of a grandfather, must be able to position his attitude.

"All right, Grandpa wait here."

Zayen nodded, then immediately exited Ferdi's grandfather's room to the room where he and his wife rested.

Ferdi's grandfather smiled happily, seeing his son-in-law's granddaughter was indeed a very wise and responsible man. Even the speech was very good, Ferdi's grandfather recalled with a figure whose behavior was not much different.

'You are like Alfan, the son-in-law of the Wilyam family. Although cold and quiet, but has a character that is difficult to guess.' His mind inwardly while looking at Zayen until his shadow drifted away was invisible.

Not long after, Zayen had returned in Ferdi's grandfather's room. Zayen sat at Ferdi's grandfather's feet.

"Which hurts the mana part, cake?" zayen asked as he opened the lid of his massage oil bottle.

"Left leg section, right at the ankle. It felt so painful, it even hurt so much to hold it."

"I'm sorry, cake. If Zayen is carelessly holding grandfather's foot." Zayen said a little disrespectful to his grandfather as he held onto his leg.

"It's okay, like anyone. This grandpa is already your grandfather, and you don't have to worry about grandparents."

"Yes cake, at least I asked permission with grandfather."

"Please, if you can do it. Grandpa can only hope for grandfather's recovery." Grandpa said, and smiled.

Slowly, and very carefully Zayen checked the part on the ankle grandfather to do in a sorted way. Although it was very painful to hold, Ferdi's grandfather tried to hold it firmly.

"Yes, cake. If it hurts so much, Grandpa just said." Zayen said a little awkward, because the ordered is not someone else, but his grandfather the wife. Maybe if Viko is sorted, it could be tabokan many times more than Zayen.

Grandpa Ferdi simply nodded and tried to endure the pain as well as the pain and other flavors.

"Brah!" pain, Son. Slow down, son Zayen." He said while grimacing in pain.

Many times Ferdi's grandfather grimaced in pain, while Zayen continued and continued to massage Ferdi's grandfather. Although repeated like asking for help, as much as possible to heal the sprained legs of Ferdi's grandfather.

After taking quite a long time, Zayen had finished sequencing Ferdi's grandfather.

"Sorry, cake. Try moving it on Grandpa's ankle that hurt." Say Zayen while closing the massage oil bottle.

Ferdi's grandfather did as Zayen ordered. Slowly, Grandpa Ferdi did it. Occasionally shaking his ankles, arriving at both corners of the lips belonging to grandfather Ferdi smiled fluffy.

"It still hurts no, cake?" zayen asked as he watched Ferdi's grandfather's ankle.

"really this? you're not hypnotizing grandpa anymore, are you?"

"No, kek .. This is reality, Zayen no longer hypnotizes grandfather. Believe me, this is real. Try to repeat again, fear there is still pain in the ankle of grandfather." Zayen answered trying to convince.

When Ferdi's grandfather was shaking his ankle, there arrived a beautiful woman who was standing in the doorway with a waistline.

Both grandfather Ferdi and Zayen's eyes were fixed on the figure of a beautiful woman who looked very adorable.

"Grandfather .." she called Ferdi's grandfather and hugged him tightly, while Zayen immediately stepped aside and sat down on a chair near the bed.

"My grandson ... You're awake apparently, how are you?"

"Afna's very good news, cake. It's just that it's not in sync. Grandpa himself how's he doing?" afna answered while glancing at Zayen, who in the lyrics only smiled seductively while raising one eyebrow.

"Look, grandfather's feet can be healed by your husband. Apparently you have a husband who is good at everything, a martial artist and a master who massages us who are sprained." Said the grandfather praising, while Afna immediately stared intently at her husband.

"Afna excuse me, cake .. stomach Afna mules." Afna said immediately after leaving Ferdi's grandfather and her husband.

"Pursue your wife, she's in need of your attention." The order of the grandfather who understood the meaning of his daughter's grandchild, the habit of being annoyed immediately went away. Zayen smiled faintly.

"Zayen, excuse me, cake .. hopefully get well soon and walk normally again." Zayen said goodbye, actually lazy to pursue Afna. Because the end of the end will get the impact. Because of the request of his grandfather, Zayen immediately sought the whereabouts of his wife.

Zayen knew and could guess where his wife was hiding. Where else if not in the room, because that's a comfortable place to hide pursed lips.

Vigorously, Zayen dropped his body on the bed. Then looked at the sky of the room which was fairly simple.

"Shut up! don't do much shit."

Zayen was still silent, even after entering the room he had not made a sound. However, Afna told him to be quiet. Zayen was confused made, many times thinking he did not also get the answer.

"I've been quiet since then, what's wrong with me."

"Massage." The answer is short, dense and less clear according to Zayen's thinking.

"Massaging? you mean."

"Why are you able to massage grandfather, while with me you are telling Marna's mother to massage me." The answer was pouting and putting on his sour face.

"Here, I'm clear. Come closer, let you know why." Zayen tried to explain to his wife. Afna leaned in and sat down while leaning on her husband.

Zayen hugged her affectionately, then began to explain.

"What's wrong with giving someone else a job. They'd be happier, if the power was needed. In contrast to those given only, will not feel satisfied no matter how much it is given. Although not all of them, but would be happier if his energy or effort is needed. You understand what I mean, right? you're an adult, and you should be able to judge it. But, it's okay, my wife's finally jealous." Zayen explained, then kissed the head of his wife.