The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter
Chapter 14
Hamidah ran towards Hasya who seemed to be looking for him. He was certainly not alone there were a few others who followed him behind.
"Yes !! Hasya !!" yelled the woman. Hasya turned her head to the right and left then waved after seeing one of her friends running small towards her.
"Jeez Shay, more beautiful aja. "sapa Hamidah while giving a hug and cipika cipiki to Hasya. Followed by other friends.
"The rich man Dhai-dhai (lady, kantonis) is just you now" said a friend whose name Aniq commended Hasya.
"Yes you know, where the more slim, hah try to see we even more stretched" said Desi.
"Ah you can just, uh know this Bi Ani, this is Mr. Edy, and this is my master, Mr. Zehan" all shaking hands except for Zehan, they just nodded and greeted from a distance. And Zehan took it well.
"Yes, your boss is a former artist yes, very handsome" whispered Desi, Hasya just smiled while shaking her head.
"Hose heart is safe?" whiskey Hamidah.
"Father," answered Hasya.
"Wiih if I have a handsome boss rich boss you, I will not be in vain Sha" said Aniq
"In fact, I was wasted because I was paralyzed" Zehan said, wanting to colonize Hasha's friends. And everyone fell silent in shock and felt bad as soon as they knew Zehan could speak Indonesian.
"Huh??? Do you speak Indonesian??" ask Aniq plain.
"It is true that I am Indonesian" Bi Ani and Mr. Edy laughed when they saw his master playing games with Hasya's friends.
"Yes???" Hamidah looked at Hasya with a feeling of guilt, all the vocabulary in his brain seemed to evaporate somewhere.
"Aah !! I forgot the story. So my boss is indeed Indonesian, he is here undergoing treatment" explained Hasya.
"euh anu sir, please forgive us Sir, we do not mean to make fun of our master just..wanted to joke with Hasya" said Hamidah as he bowed apologizing for being polite.
"That's okay, Mr. Zehan just wants to prank you" Hasya said as he held Hamidah's body back.
"But...Huh?" said Hamidah still feel bad pad Zehan, Hasya just mengumpul lips see his friends who misbehaved. Zehan finally commented on the smile on his lips when he saw the innocent expression of feeling guilty from Hasya's friends.
"Relax, what Hasya said is true, I just want to prank with you" Zehan said, to three friends Hasya finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when the lips on Zehan's lips expanded sincerely and sweetly.
"So where are we going? Would it?" ask Hasya.
"As planned, we were going to take you to Shek O, but Dania was waiting in Tamar" Aniq said.
"Owh, you want to walk now?"
"We wait for my friend yes, yesterday I pesen the same food he at least 15 minutes until here" said Desi.
"It's so while waiting for his friend Non Hasya come I first take Non's car in the building, later non Hasya same friends wait at the stop in front there" said Mr. Edy.
"Ah yes sir, thank you yes, sorry we so ngerepotin" said Hasya.
"Gga is Non, we are also happy especially my wife, so can take a walk" replied Mr. Edy then resigned to Zehan who then nodded to him.
"Bi, don't we take pictures?" exclaimed Aniq trying to get along with Bi Ani who had just smiled just listening to their fanfare.
"Udah bi, playfully first, rarely aunty out of the house." said Hasya, Bi Ani who was hesitant to follow Hasya's friends. Although initially Bi Ani looked awkward, stiff and timid but it did not take them long to blend in with each other. Hasya smiled seeing Bi Ani being able to enjoy the walk today.
"I'm thirsty, but I don't want to drink water" said Zehan, looking up at Hasya who was watching Bi Ani and her friends.
"Ah, what do you want to drink? a moment ago" then Hasya took his phone and called Zia, waiting a while later the phone connection.
"Hallo Sya, why??" zia's reply sounded hoarse
"This is me going on a walk with Mr. Zehan. Mr. Zehan there may be food or drink allergies" asked Hasya.
"Where are you?"
"On Causewaybay Non,"
"Well, my brother doesn't have allergies, he's just picky about what he likes"
"So you can eat anything?"
"May but don't overdo it, why are you asking now if Zehan has allergies or not?"
"Yes if at home we eat the food provided by Bi Ani"
"Ooh, yeah. Brother is free to eat anything, but don't overdo it."
"Neither non, sorry to disturb" closed Hasya. Since one month Hasya worked at the Zia and Gibran mansion every two weeks must have gone on business reasons but the truth is that they just want to enjoy the moment alone.
Hasya immediately approached Zehan who was seen smiling at the behavior of Bi Ani and Hasya's friends. They really enjoy their time off. Hasya secretly took a photo of Zehan as he was focusing on seeing the excitement of Bi Ani who seemed happy that day.
"God's creation is always perfect" he murmured.
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In a hotel room, Zia crisscrossed her husband's arms, leaving her husband stunned from his sleep.
"Why Honey?" asked Gibran, his voice sounded a bit hoarse typical of people just waking up.
"Neverything dear,"chicite Zia.
"Then?"
"That's it but every time I read everything about the snake woman it really makes me inflamed" said Zia now putting her cheek on her husband's chest* field.
"Dear, listen to me. When someone hurts someone else and he even shines more, believe one thing God and the universe is preparing the most terrible message for him"
"I want Mr. Zehan quickly can walk normally again, even though the doctor said he can now slowly stand up using a tool"
"I want the same thing, so how does the company need Mr. Zehan's presence"
"So, why still call brother Zehan as Master?" zia chuckles, she wonders if they've been married for almost 1 year but Gibran still calls her brother "master" which sometimes makes her uncomfortable to hear. Gibran smiled, then he gently grabbed his wife's cheek with his left hand.
"Darling, sorry, I know you want me to start calling you "sister" just like you called him. But please understand one thing, I until now have not been able to call him "sister" or maybe never will. Because it was you who helped me at that time. If it wasn't for the master asking the Great Lord to take me off the path back then I probably wouldn't be here with you right now. Please, you can understand that. Not that I don't respect myself much less respect yourself, just think of it as a special call or a call of my affection for them, hmm???" gibran wisely.
"All right, I'm not going to have any more trouble with it. I just don't want my husband to be underestimated by others, just because he still calls Brother Zehan or Papa with the call "Mister" that's all. "give Zia while wrapping his arm over Gibran's belly.
"Bahh! Who cares. I will not be disturbed at all. Especially now that I have you. They're all nothing that's gonna mess me up"
"Basic sweet mouth" Zia's great-grandson. Gibran poked small without a sound. Slowly he grabbed his wife's chin and began to kiss her lips gently, then repeated the beautiful thing they did last night without feeling tired.
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hmmm. sorry the author is still plain ⁇ .
