The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 12

Hasya hastily followed Bi Ani towards Zehan's room. Luckily the room door was not locked so Hasya entered easily, however

"Sir, I beg to calm down" Hasya slowly approached Zehan but to Zehan's astonishment as if not to hear him and which made Hasya furrow his eyebrows when he saw that Zehan's eyelids were still tightly closed even though he was crying. Hasya approached the lip of Zehan's bed, this time speaking slowly

"Master, Mr. Zehan.. " Zehan turned to Hasya but his eyes remained closed. Hasya drew closer and then grabbed a shard of shard in Zehan's hand even though his own hand had to be scratched because Zehan tried to rebel.

"Based on prostitution*r, Go ! Go ! " he snapped Zehan but his hand clasped the end of the shirt Hasya was wearing.

"Yes I'm leaving now please take off my shirt" Hasya said as he looked for something to wrap his hand which was grabbed by a shard. And suddenly the end of his shirt was pulled until Hasya's body fell right on top of Zehan's body which was still trapped in his dream.

"You are mine and forever remain so" Zehan deliriously hugged Hasya's body. Out of piety with this unfortunate situation, with his ignorant face he pinched Zehan's waist as hard as he could until Zehan woke up complaining of pain.

"Yahoooooooooo!!! What are you doing on my body? deliberately looking for opportunities while I sleep? You perverted woman !!" drive Zehan out without realizing the surrounding situation. Hasya took a breath and left Zehan who was looking at her in annoyance.

But just a few steps Hasya moved from the lips of the man's bed, Zehan blocked Hasya's wrists reddened with blood. Then Zehan scanned around his bed which turned out to be a shard of shard probably from a glass that was usually stored on the nightstand next to his bed.

"You should have stayed away when I lost control" Zehan said bowed after he realized his mistake. Hasya closed her eyes while taking a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then she rested in front of Zehan who started crying but still clutching his wrist even though it was not as strong as before.

"Compared to the wound of the master's heart, the wound on my hand, this is nothing. It just needs medicine, cotton, and gauze. But the wound in your heart, only you can treat it yourself, and even if it heals it will still leave a wound" Hasya said as she gently touched Zehan's wet cheek, Zehan did not answer him he even cried Zehan increasingly broken even without a sound.

From CCTV Zia, Gibran and Aunt Lynn also cried, but this time in their minds there was a hope Zehan could rise from his mental slump some time. Actually they do not know if Zehan experienced tantrums when he fell asleep. They know if the subconscious is the one who did a whole commotion but the nurses instead consider Zehan deliberately doing it because they do not like their existence. Even though the fact when Zehan had regained consciousness, he actually felt more guilty because he could not control his subconscious to not make rude.

"What are your plans now Zi," asked Aunt Lynn, Zia glanced from the tail of her eyes at the source of the tanoa sound moving her head.

"For while there is none, we must wait for Brother Zehan to be completely healed. In the meantime I will also polish Hasya just a little. Isn't my husband?" said Zia who was stranded staring at the screen that aired CCTV activities in Zehan's room to review the smile knot that contains a lot of meaning.

"really. From the investigation. Hasya is indeed suitable to be juxtaposed with Mr. Zehan. His family background is known to be polite and unpretentious families either when they have a company or now they are bankrupt. Hasya is an independent, caring, affectionate and respectful girl, hardly ever complaining even when she is forced to move to a more modest environment. His friends are many but he only has one friend who has been friends since SD. The last education of business management graduates with Cumlaude predicate" said Gibran explained the results of a brief investigation. Aunt Lynn nodded which meant she thought the same thing about matching Zehan with the girl.

Lifting the theme of the Cinderella fairy tale is the most absurd way of revenge. Make Hasya a Cinderella, with the role of the Zehan family as a fairy that will unite Zehan and Hasya. If their plan is successful it will certainly be once the two islands oar is exceeded. On the one hand they will slam mentally and image Alexa and netizens will surely explore everything about him which will then make his reputation and career destroyed.

Zehan saw Hasya who was trying to hold back the pain while treating his wound.

"Hulk, come here let me help treat your wounds" Zehan said with a guilty face.

"No way" Hasya refused.

"Here, your wounds must be treated properly, it's not funny that Hulk's hand has an infection"

"I'm not the Hulk, my name is Jung Hasya Ophelia" replied Hasya ketus as she carefully placed the wound medicine on her shaved hand.

"Your name is too good, it's Hulk already.The call is suitable for a mighty woman like you" Hasya still won't budge because Zehan still calls her Hulk. Zehan finally opened the bedcover that covered his legs and tried to reach for the wheelchair, but it was a little far away. Zehan tried hard to reach his wheelchair until it was on the lip of his bed. Hasya was widened to see the position of Zehan who was trying to reach his wheelchair. Quickly he cleaned up his P3K box and rushed to Zehan.

"Sir, how do you fall? Indeed, you do not realize that Mr. Zehan's body weight is quite heavy for me" Hasya said while helping Zehan back to his original place.

"Have known that why you still do not obey, you will know I am a defect" Zehan said that offending his condition a little against Hasya.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to.."

"I am now paralyzed, yesterday your hand" Zehan cut off as he asked for Hasya's wounded hand. Although the wound was not too deep but Zehan's lips twitched in horror and pain, also felt the pain and pain that must have been felt by Hasya due to a splint wound when Zehan was unconscious.

Hasya slightly pulled the pain as Zehan began to put a special ointment wound on Hasya's wound but Zehan held it.

Zehan then blew Hasya's wounds, the girl looked at Zehan's shady face as she saw a look of sadness as well as worry on Zehan's face while treating his injured hand.

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