The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 43

" Aahh !! Why is it so hard to find you, I miss Sya. hiks.. I miss.hikkss.. I beg you go home. I am really sorry for all my attitude... I miss.sniff.hiksss" Zehan moans one night hugging their wedding photo. It did not feel like 6 years had passed, even though Nyuwan had given him the clue but still Zehan still failed to find the whereabouts of his wife.

Derren approached Zehan who seemed desperate, he also felt guilty, if only at that time he did not follow his passions maybe they are now equally happy with their respective families. Alexa is also used to working as a waitress at Zia's house. He had already let go of everything, he had already far transformed into a calmer figure, even Zia had already started to be able to reconcile with him and be able to get along with him. All of it more sincere.

"Ren, hikss..where my wife Ren, hyks hyks..I miss her very much Ren.hikksss.." said Zehan, not since when when he began to remember Hasya he would run on alcohol. Though uncle Yohan and aunt Lyyn have often scolded him because expensive alcohol will be a new problem.

Without saying much, Derren immediately lifted the body of his best friend to be laid to his bed. Then after that he will go to Zia's place. Where Alexa lives. In accordance with the agreement they will remain under Zia's supervision until Hasya is found.

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At dawn Zehan faintly heard the voice of the Adhan from the great mesjig,

"Mas, wake up when we pray at dawn" Zehan's eyes opened when he heard the sound. It was clearly Hasya's voice. But when he was about to wake up he felt a headache that was very very very the residual effect of his drunkenness last night. Then he sat for a while on the lips of his bed, gathering his spirit and strength. After his dizziness was somewhat reduced he immediately went to the bathroom and after that he performed dawn prayers and then after he performed prayers. There was a warm flowing tranquility within him just as he had when he visited the house of Nyuwan 7 years ago.

After that he then prepared to jog things that he had rarely done since he focused on finding Hasya.

"Eh Aden tumben has been neat at this hour" said Toto's brother rickshaw who he had hit his rickshaw 6 years ago, now has become a gardener in his home.

"Yes sir, there is inspiration again." said Zehan friendly.

"That's it Den, must be spirit." Zehan smiled as he continued to do sports warm-up movements.

"Where sir, do you feel at home working here?" Ask Zehan a prank.

"Al hamdulillah is very at home Den, so at home has not been strong now tea has been 7 years I work tea here." replied Mr. Toto, replied Toto, who suddenly reminded Zehan that Hasya had left him.

"Well, thank goodness." said Zehan, "Ah. 7 years you have gone." inwardly.

"Den, Aden do not daydream or early in the morning gini. later kasambet you know "

"Ah yes. why sir..? No really, just ordinary" said Zehan reviewed a hollow smile when he was caught daydreaming by Mr. Toto.

"I believe that one day Aden will be able to get together again with Aden's wife."

"heeheh he sir thanks for his prayer, if so not to daydream again I jog first yes sir, assalamualaikum" said Zehan began to run a small run at a steady pace.

"Yes, be careful." replied Mr. Toto. "In fact, inhale all you think, " muttered Mr. Toto when he saw Zehan who had disappeared behind a large gate.

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About FLOWERS, is the name of a Hasya-owned florist located in the Ciwidey area, although the shop is located somewhat at the end of the alley, but the name of the store is quite famous among WO vendors as well as ornamental and flower enthusiasts. The reason is of course because the price of the offer is quite cheap also the collection is also always updated.

"Whose child is this, really handsome kok Nak" said Hasya while pinching Zesya's cheek with anxiety.

"Pw ! Mama, pain ah" said Zesya flat.

"Iishh but you are very handsome son" said Hasya Haru looking at his son. Zesya threw out her breath lazily, because how many times this morning Hasya pinched her cheek. The fruit does not fall from the tree. Zehan's seedlings have been seen since infancy. Starting from the shape of the face to the cold nature of Zehan plek to tiplek decreased in Zesya

"Son, later in the new school you should be able to have more friends huh. Don't get too busy with your picture books, or you won't buy them anymore.

"iya ma.." said Zesya briefly.

Zesya was already standing next to a polygon sierra lite bike waiting for her mother to lock their house. Although there is a car but Hasya prefers to drive his son alone with his bike, besides being able to save BBM, they can also enjoy the fresh morning atmosphere is not too much pollution.

After about 15 minutes, they finally reached their destination. "Honey you enter first yes, Mama wants to go to the Business Administration first yes" said Hasya when in front of the door of her son's class. Zesya simply nodded then passed towards seat and table no 2 from the front near the still empty wall. After making sure his son sat down sweetly he immediately went to the administrative room to complete the completeness data belonging to Zesya which yesterday was still lacking.

On the first day the students only introduced the name of the biodata only. Among the 30 students consisting of 16 students, the remaining 14 are students and certainly among the 14 students Zesya which is quite interesting. In addition to his face that is somewhat different from other students also his careless war actually makes it more and more a byword throughout the school.

At 10 o'clock it was time for them to go home, with Gontay Zesya following in the footsteps of his mother.

"Ze, we'll see you tomorrow first" said a schoolgirl waving to Zesya as she passed with her mother on the bike. Zesya also reflexively waved her hand at the student even with a flat face.

"Smile a little, " cried Hasya.

"Huh..!! " Zesya answered him with a breath.

"Cieee has nothing yet many have a crush" seduced Hasya.

" Ma, I'm 6 years old" Zesya said.

"Yes, mama's children don't be big spit yes, later mama is lonely if there is no you son," said Hasya while hugging her son with a clear face.

"Ma's ashamed.."

"Here you are, you want to hug your kiss continuously, let everyone know you have a child as handsome as you" Hasya said while hugging and kissing Zesya, although Zesya had tried to struggle in order to escape from the embrace of her mother, but at the end Zesya returned the embrace of her mother warmly, before finally they went back on the bike with a carefree feeling to the flower shop Hasya.

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Hello onty and uncle, my name is Jung Zesya Hirawan, I am 6 years old, pray I meet papa soon ya 😉