
Hasya opened the toilet door after she threw a breath and made sure her emotions were gone, Zia who saw it while laughing a tragic smile at Hasya's behavior that was like going to face the boss killer, yes, although it is true that he will do it.
"My name is Jung Hasya Ophelia Sir, not the Hulk woman !" hasya said as she entered the bathroom. Zehan did not understand him, only his eyes were glaring at Hasiah. Hasya then helped Zehan sit on a chair specially made to help Zehan take a bath. Without saying much Hasya helped Zehan take a bath, as well as helping Zehan to shampoo.
Hasya rubbed Zehan's back using a soft buff, after almost 20 minutes, Zehan was finished being bathed, the hardest obstacle of course when helping Zehan back to his wheelchair, although Zehan can stand by using an iron handle attached there, Zehan still has difficulty idling his body if without the help of others.
It appears Zehan is wearing a sarong and a tee shirt which is again Hasya's own initiative, because he thinks wearing a kimono towel will instead make him bother when later helping Zehan wear boxers and pants. Hasya was out still wearing a slightly wet shirt due to splashes of water while helping Zehan. Zia smiled as she saw the two of them coming out of the bathroom, she said, but the smile he had to see when he saw Zehan who looked at him sharply filled with various questions about the Hulk woman who had just helped him clean up but in a different way with the ways of the nurse who ordinary help.
Zia and Gibran then put his bok*ng sitting on the sofa available in Zehan's room.
"Zia ! Gibran said your mom's going to Taiwan?" rengut Zehan when he found the married couple. Hasya was ready to change clothes.
"Yes, he wants to go to Taiwan, so Zi said goodbye first, all of you want to say about Hasya"
" Oh that Hulk woman!" Zia laps her lips when she hears Zehan calling Hasya Hulk.
"His name is Jung Hasya Ophelia Kak, so beautiful is that what a Hulk woman is called?"
"Well, what? You know what he did just now huh? He pulled her leg while she was still in bed, until she almost fell" Zehan told Zia. Instead of getting Zia's defense instead more supportive of Hasya's treatment to him
"Well strong, yes, but good means that as long as we're gone we can trust Zehan's brother to him."
"If he kills me how?"
"Come on, sister, don't be so nice"
"Well what, it's rude" Zehan said grumbling. Hasya returned to the room and headed to the waredrop room to get the clothes Zehan was going to wear, he was not so surprised when he saw a row of expensive clothes and accessories neatly arranged there considering that Zehan was a CEO in their homeland.
Hasya took a white oversize T-shirt, boxer, and black Pum* training pants, as well as a digital watch.
"What pain does it hurt?" unknowingly Zehan is now standing assisted by an anti-slip walker.
"Papa is old brother, it's natural that papa is easily exhausted, while Kak Gibran also can not stay in Jakarta," Zehan did not dare to say again if it was so, while Gibran was focusing on the way Hasya dressed the boxer and pants on Zehan, and he nodded with a smile, because he had just understood the function of the sheath Zehan wore, and he also nodded with a smile, which turned out to make it easier for Hasya to dress the boxer and pants on Zehan but still cover the********* belonging to Zehan without any worries.
"Gib, has there been any news of the accident?" Zehan diverted his conversation.
" Yesterday Tio just got new information from CCTV footage in the parking area where Mr.'s car was parked he said there were indeed two people who seemed to be the one who was told to damage the car's brakes being used by you on that day, we have also told the police about this, but yes the delivery is a bit slow so now Tio's men are hunting down the two people" explained Gibran, hasya is now finished wearing Zehan T-shirt and watch he was carrying earlier, and has put Zehan back on his wheelchair.
Zia smiled with a frown that was wrinkled with what she saw, Zehan seemed completely unaware that he was now fully dressed. He was more confident that Hasya could help his brother to walk again faster. Hasya is now sitting on the lip of her bed while cleaning up her stuff that she had just titled, for a while she can recharge her energy that was almost exhausted because she had to try to make peace with Zehan, of course he can do it because his work for now is finished.
"Do whatever it takes to get the evidence right"
"But brother Gibran it's good if you often undergo therapy a little brother can quickly walk again, so how the company still needs an older brother, papa is often sickly due to age, factor, even though now you can still handle but only 40% only. After all, it would be more fun if one day you could kick them one by one, wouldn't you?" zia began to poison her sister. Zehan seemed pensive for a moment to digest what Zia, in silence he also agreed that what Zia said there was a point.
"Zi, Zehan, Gibran let's have breakfast !" aunt Lynn yelled from the direction of the dining room, they all moved up, not least Hasya who had been listening.
"Wait for Zi, you owe me this explanation about the Hulk woman" Zehan said as Hasya pushed Zehan's wheelchair into the dining room.
Zia squatted down before her brother "When my brother's mood has calmed down, you will understand why I chose him to take care of your brother at this time" Zia said, noting that the smile contained a lot of meaning, but it looks warm and sincere. "If you can get a little rid of everything about Alexa, then you will understand without having me explain anything ", continued Zia, she grabbed her brother's hands and clasped them tightly and kissed him deeply. Zia got up and kissed her sister's forehead for a while. "I love my sister a lot, even though there are mama, papah, Nathalie, Nathan and brother Gibran, but my sister is the only sister I have" Zia said, in his eyes, tears began to grow and prepare to slide freely, but before that happened Zehan's fingers had already wiped it first, but still there are parts of them that are still left until when Zehan kissed a pair of eyelids belonging to the younger brother of tears still some who managed to seep.
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