The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 11

Everyone was prepared with their own luggage, though, Zehan looks gloomy when he sees Aunt Lynn going along with Zia who he says wants to go to Taiwan to accompany Gibran because of business as a good wife must go wherever her husband goes. Zia is seen tidying up the collar of a Gibran polo shirt that looks sideways

"Ciih," Zia turned her head to look intently at Zehan.

"Dad? Said boss?!"

"Why envy your rich son Abege's purgatory, dorky know not" Zehan mocked his feelings that had been discovered.

"That's it.."

"Don't tell me if Gibran is cheating"

"Sorry Mr. Zehan, I dare not. Being able to marry Miss Zia is a gift from God, after all, I don't want to die silly at the hands of Mr. Zehan if I get to cheating on Miss Zia" Gibran said, grinning his horse awkwardly as he patted her hair.

"Tuh brother denger right, my husband is the best emang in the world ulu ulu ulu.." said Zia while menguyel cheeks her husband who made Zehan flabbergasted made and then massaged the temple of his forehead. A Gibran whom he knew as cold and indifferent as himself but before his wife could act silly and very manly towards Zia like a kitten.

"Mama go home first baby, kasian papa you if you don't come home, after all there is Hasya now. Mama believes she can take care of you as long as Zia and Gibran go to Taiwan,"

"I wonder as much as all of you why you can trust this foreign woman so much" Zehan glanced at Hasya at a glance who stood beside him.

"Why? As a small example, he can help his brother in this dress" said Zia while sticking her hands towards Zehan as if offering something. Zehan frowned, then saw the state of himself that turned out to have changed clothes complete with watch accessories on his wrist then turned to Hasya who tried to avoid his gaze.

"Oh my sister, we go first" said Zia to the hand of her brother, followed by aunt Lynn who kissed Zehan's right cheek, then Gibran who bowed respectfully to him, after waving the hand the car drove away from the house area. Hasya only realized that she was now in one of the elite residential areas of Hong Kong people, The Peak. Hasya sighed deeply meaning that if he went home on holiday he had to walk quite far from the MTR, because entering the area is of course rarely allowed public transportation can enter there.

Zehan seemed silent, slowly his wheelchair began to accelerate very slowly. Hasya took her id card and asked for Zehan's id card to be given and then recorded by the officers at the gate so that later they would not have trouble re-entering the elite area. Zehan looked gloomy and sighed as if his chest cavity* was squeezed by a heavy burden. They walked down a pedestrian street not far from there, the atmosphere was beautiful because shady trees grew on the left right side. Silent, they were too preoccupied by each other's thoughts.

About 1 hour into silence, Hasya pulled the brake lever holding Zehan's wheelchair and walked back home as it was time for lunch and Zehan had to take his medicine.

Inside the room after finishing lunch, Zehan noticed Hasya's face which turned out to be pretty enough for the size of a maid. Hasya who was tidying up her things into the newly arrived wardrobe at exactly 10 o'clock as Zia told her, and it turns out Zia also bought him a dressing table so Hasya could put her knickknacks there.

Hasya who actually felt awkward even felt uncomfortable but she still tried not to care about Zehan who continued to see her from the corner of his bed.

"How much did Zia pay you?" Zehan suddenly made a voice breaking the silence.

"7000$HK" replied Hasya briefly, turning briefly at Zehan.

"It's worth it to work here"

"Why I don't sell myself, I only sell services to take care of Mr." Zehan's sentence was stuck in the throat when asking for his permission to pick up his ringing phone. Zehan, leaning against his headboard, nodded, allowing Hasya to receive the phone.

"Yes Hello"

"...."

"When?"

"......"

"Hmm it can be but I came not alone yes, at home there is no one, so must bring the boss's brother as well"

"......"

"Meet me at the peak and Avenue"

"...."

"Ok, see you "Hasya ends her phone connection. Then he put the aerphone back into place. Then he rushed out a while later he came back with a vacum and a slow bucket that had been given a bicycle*n and deodorized the floor. Then she shifted a little of her dressing table to the place she wanted to be. Zehan looked at it in amazement as Hasya pushed the table lightly with her bed. After finishing with his exchange activity he now vaccinate the whole room and then mopped it. Smelling the aroma of apple therapy burst into the room.

Zehan shook his head while reviewing the smile, he now understood why the woman was forced by Zia to take care of him. It looks like Zia has a feeling if Zehan for now he will not be able to fight Hasya who looks to have a strong enough power proven with the girl is able to shift furniture that is certainly quite heavy to get the comfort that the girl wanted, of course, Hasya had permission first to Zehan even though the man responded coldly.

The decoration of the room changed completely, Zehan understood with the sofa that Hasya had deliberately placed in the middle of the room that was intended to limit their territory. Hasya accidentally smashed her bed near the exit next to her right little nightstand and to her left her dresser, while the closet she placed covered the empty curve near the window. And it turned out that little change was the layout, as if they were in a different world. In the Hasya part impressed warm minimalist, while in the Zehan cold and gloomy like its inhabitants. Luckily, the toilet and other bathroom were not far from the room, so Hasya was not too bothered for business activities.

Hasya came out of the room bored when Zehan was sleeping after Zehan took his medicine. He headed for the kitchen where the other housekeepers gathered. Hasya approached a woman perhaps a few years older than her.

"Bi's busy"

"Chicken on the stairs, O Allah you make a surprise!!" talk about that woman.

"I'm sorry Bi, kirain aunty is no longer concerned" Hasya grinned as she put her palm together because it felt bad because it had shocked the woman.

Then they introduced themselves to each other. Her name is bi Ani in her almost 50s, she is the wife of Mr. Edy the driver in the house. Bi Ani explained that they had worked in the Zehan Family for 13 years. Ani's mother then told him everything she knew about Zehan, because as someone who would take care of Zehan for some time, Hasya needs a lot of information so that he can minimize errors or things that may be unexpected.

According to Mbak Ani, Zehan is actually a figure who is loving to his family but is a little quiet, stiff, and as if indifferent. From there Hasya can conclude that Zehan has a role as CEO in drama, comics, novelto*n or wattp*d that he often read. "It turns out that their characters are indeed created in one mold" Hasya murmured.

As they were engrossed in the teeth, they were startled by the loud impact of the glassware from Zehan's room. Hasya immediately rushed towards the room, and how surprised Hasya was at seeing Zehan would slash his veins with the shard of the shard he had already stuck on his wrist.

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