Pursuing a 30 Day Widower

Chapter 48's

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Early in the morning Zivana had woken up, the girl saw herself who had not even changed clothes from yesterday. Judging by his Dean who was still peacefully asleep, the man must have been extremely exhausted. Zivana got down slowly from the bed, the girl looked at the suitcase that was on top of the closet.

The girl tiptoed to pick her up, if she thought it would be heavy because it contained her stuff then she was wrong. The suitcase feels light, where does it fit?

Zivana opened the wardrobe, and sure enough, her and Dean's clothes were neatly stored there. So, that guy cleaned it up last night?

"Pantes is still sleeping." Murmured Zivana while staring at Dean who was still asleep, must be very tiring, right? after a long trip, the man had to take care of their belongings.

Zivana took a look at their room, as if everything had been stored in its place. Bored and unable to sleep, Zivana goes to the kitchen. Before that he had time to take some fast food on the table, it was Zivana's favorite instant noodles. Deliberately brought timid Zivana difficult to eat food there at the new coming.

After sleeping more than enough, his stomach also asked for intake. Zivana cooks instant noodles in the kitchen, the girl sees a new clock showing at 04:00.

"What do you want? It's too early, Dean hasn't woken up yet."

He thought for a long time but did not find any ideas, moreover this place felt foreign to him. Maybe he'll just go back to the room after eating his noodles, later in the day he'll take Dean for a walk.

They also have to shop for household needs, while looking at the surrounding environment. He also has to be able to adapt to the environment here, what else Zivana is also going to college and must definitely know some of the streets here.

"Remain here?" suddenly Dean came and immediately hugged the girl from behind, Zivana who was calm complained that the noodles jumped in shock.

"Gosh, om! Ziva is almost a hanger." Zivana hits the man's arm, she thinks there's an intruder in their apartment.

"I should be the one talking like that, you just suddenly disappeared from the room." Dean said as he turned Zivana around, he tidied up the girl's slightly messy hair.

"I think you went anywhere early this morning, I was almost going to report to the authorities." This time Dean's words succeeded in making Zivana laugh, this man was too much according to Zivana.

"Where are you going? Just into the kitchen I thought twice, what else came out. I'm also afraid to go alone in a foreign place like this." Zivana shook her head, the girl released herself from Dean and walked towards the dining table with a bowl of noodles.

Dean tailed behind him, the man folded his hands standing beside Zivana. Still watching his wife who was now sitting while blowing hot noodles. "Just one bowl? For me?"

Zivana almost chokes while trying her noodle soup, she doesn't make it for Dean. She intended to eat it alone, because Dean was still sleeping and she didn't want to wake him up.

"Ziva, think om's still long asleep." Said.

Dean pulled the chair beside Zivana, the man sat down while displaying his rancid face. "Take another one, it's for me."

"Darling," Dean whined, the man made Zivana couldn't bear to see him.

"Yes, make it om. Ziva wants to cook again."

Dean held back Zivana who was about to get up, he told Zivana to sit back down. "I'm just kidding, why so serious? Already eating his noodles, I'll accompany you."

Zivana looked at the handsome face of the old man. "Om not a laper?"

Dean shook his head, the man did not feel hungry yet. Last night he had eaten the same instant noodles. "Eat, I ate last night. Later in the afternoon we will shop for household needs, as well as see the university where you will study."

Zivana nodded in agreement, she would also suggest the same. "Okay!"

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This morning Arzan was still lying on his bed, the man was feeling a little unwell. His body temperature was a little high, Arzan sighed. This was unusual for him, Arzan was rarely ill.

Arzan started to feel dizzy in his head, he hated this situation. About the pain of everyone also certainly do not want and hate, but Arzan's hatred because he always felt alone in times like this.

"Geez, I hate this." Sizzling Arzan while trying to get up, the man would search for medicine in the nearby drugstores.

With a feverish body, and a throbbing head Arzan went to the drugstore. As he felt his dizziness grow, Arzan stopped to sit in the chair in front of the store. The tall man, lowering his head felt pain.

"Excuse me sir, is there any fever medicine?"

Arzan heard the faint voice of someone who sounded familiar to him, the man raised his head to ascertain who the owner of the voice was. Arzan squinted his eyes, he rubbed his eyes many times to make sure that he did not see wrong.

"Am I hallucinating?"

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