The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 15

"All right, so what do you want to drink? Mump we're still here?" asked Hasya with bright sparkling eyes.

"What is important is not water" Zehan said. Hasya looked around, and then she smiled.

"Mbak, mbak here..!!! "call Hasya to a cece who is selling drinks and is peddling drinks.

"Es mixed up?"

"Master what do you want? It's mixed ice, flavored ice (like marimas, nutrients etc), there's Naicha, uh there's cow porridge too, there's ice cendol there's a master too..What do you want?" ask Hasya with enthusiasm.

"You want" said Zehan.

"Well??!"

"I mean whatever you choose for me. The important thing is not water" said Zehan with a flat look.

"I'll take this one anyway, ice cendol one, same one cow porridge, so how many?"

"40$ mbak." then Hasya gave him 50$ money.

"Udah the 10$ his money tired mbaknya. bestselling sweet yes mbak, ati-ati same pakde that patrol"

"Suwun mbak, may be blessed, and her husband soon healed." Hasya who heard that remark instantly frowned

"Aamiin, thank you" Zehan said quickly before Hasya said she was not her husband.

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Hasya and Zehan take a walk down the street that is special for people who want to go jogging or just walk casually like them.

"Master seems like Mister's hair is a bit long" said Hasya who had noticed his master's hair was a bit messy if exposed to the wind.

"really?"

"Yes, what other part of the bangs," said Hasya while touching Zehan's bangs that were already a bit long.

"Well what time we go home, if it's still late afternoon we go to the barbershop first to shave my hair"

"Hmm it's up to the master. If I could just walk like this it would be fun." said Hasya cheerfully.

"Yes.."

"Hmm?" Hasya looked at Zehan.

"Have you always been like this?"

"Yes..?"

"Ah forget it, let's go back, it looks like we've gone too far from the others" Zehan said.

"Okay, but what did you want to say?"Hasya became curious.

"Basic Mr. Winter !" dumel Hasiah.

"I can compliment you Sya" Zehan said.

"Yes sorry"

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The day changed in the afternoon, Hasya's friends were ready to go home to ride the MTR. He said they still want to shop first at Sam Tsui Po, so the brand paid off early.

"Sir Ed, let's go to the barbershop before we go home. Take the car to relax, so that Bi Ani can sleep on the road later.

"Okay sir." said Mr. Edy while looking at Zehan from the front view.

30 Minutes passed, they had reached the barbershop subscription Zehan, they were warmly welcomed by the salon employees. As usual Hasya walked beside Zehan to the table with a glass high enough and wide, then after that he would sit carelessly looking at the fashion magazine that memamg already put there.

While waiting for Zehan selasai shaved, suddenly a man with a dandy style but instead looks rather tacky sitting right beside Hasya, when there is another sofa that is still empty. Hasya tried to smile as the man greeted her with a small nod.

"Hallo his name is Huang, Lee Huang," said the man without being stale immediately introduced himself to Hasya. But Hasya was just glued to stare confusedly and carefully at the man.

"Hmm well sorry, if I startle you. This is my business card. I happen to be an agency looking for a new face. And I look around your face is pretty enough to be a model or if lucky can immediately get a good role" said the man.

"Let there be a higher pay if it plays well." whispered the man. Just sober to make Hasya shudder in horror because only this time he got treatment that was fairly insolent. Without answering Hasya picked up her bag intending to move to another sofa. But the man's hand instead grabbed Hasya as he stood up without realizing there was a pair of eyes with a sharp look on him. A barber officer approached them.

"Sorry sir, please don't make a fuss here" said one of the barbershop employees.

"Darling to see, they misunderstand you like this" said the man playing victim. Hasya stared at it fixedly as if she had been caught in the man's trap while folding her hands in front of his chest*, not believing what the man had made. While the barbershop employee timidly and painstakingly swallowed his saliva, turned to Zehan who was watching them from the mirror with a look of anger and jealousy.

"Darling?"Hasya smiled while looking down and shaking her head.

"We go home yuk, we talk at home, others misunderstand our commotion" said the man.

"Sorry sir, I don't know you, so I'm sorry I can't come home with you" Hasya said with a stiff face and a sharp look at the man.

"Don't be so dear, I promise after this I'll be better off with you so let's go home" Hasya threw her breath away and removed her bag and pushed the man to the couch. The man's emotions ignited and became more insolent when he received rejection from Hasya. The man got back up and this time he grabbed Hasya by the hand.

"Stop that you're a selfless woman" Hasya's eyes widened as her hands were firmly gripped. Seen from the mirror reflection if Hasya felt pain and that time right when Zehan's hair was finished shaved. Then without cleaning the rest of his hair, Zehan pulled his apron and he got up from the wheelchair.

"Let go of my lady's hand !!" zehan said as he stood facing Hasya and the man clutching his wrist. Not to lose his surprise to the man who blocked his hand now made completely flabbergasted when he saw Zehan could stand up and walk towards the two of them.

"Mr Ze.."Zehan pulled Hasya's hand as hard as he could until Hasya's frozen body hit him.

"Dam!! The prostitute*r ! You just teased me now that you're in another man's arms, you little girl.." "BLACK!!" "it's a slap for someone who has dared to humiliate my wife !!" zehan looked hard at the man. The man was wide-eyed as soon as he heard Zehan's confession. Not long after some Hong Kong police came to secure the brash man at the call of the barbershop owner.

"You're nothin? Is anyone sick?" Zehan examined Hasya's condition but Hasya's spirit seemed to come out of his body, he blinked a few times then

"Youngaaaannn. Hiiikkkss Hiiiikkkss master can stand up again? Hiks tuan can finally walk again. huaaaa aaa hiikksss.." said Hasya while hugging Zehan. Now it was Zehan's turn to be surprised when Hasya embraced himself with a hilarious and happy feeling, slowly Zehan stroked the soft hair of Hasya who was crying hysterically with mixed feelings. The fear that had plagued him disappeared just like that when he saw Zehan standing up and walking to save him from the man.

"hhhiiikkk hiiikkss tuataannn.. thank goodness" Zehan only sighed as he stroked Hasya's hair and rubbed Hasya's back when he heard the words thank God for being able to walk back.

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