The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 51

A plate of fried rice is served in front of Zehan, complete with scrambled eggs, some shrimp, cucumber pieces and crackers. He glanced to the side right Hasya stood up while pouring warm water for Zehan. The look on his face is still the same as it was a week ago, still taut and judes.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room, I sleepy"

"Temenin I ate first" but this was not a request, but an order for Hasya, because his hand was already held by Zehan. Hasya snorted annoyedly but still obeyed her will, she immediately sat down right next to Zehan for lazily arguing over the man whose incident is her husband.

Every now and then he glances at the stealing glances at the man who is seen eating very voraciously.

" He's really a laper what do you think, ravenously really ?" inwardly, pay attention to Zehan.

"Why? You want?" Hasya shook her head, though,

"Certainly ?? "

"Neverything?" ketus Hasiah.

"Or are you fascinated by your husband's excitement?" goda Zehan's.

"The PD ! I was so sleepy" said Hasya, then turned his eyes the other way.

"Do you still like having contact with Kevin?" Hasya glared sharply at Zehan who was still greedy with his fried rice .

"Ngga, but 2 years ago I never accidentally met when he had an event in Bali, I happened to be part of the vendor of the event. That Abis I don't know anymore how he's doing now" Hasya explained.

"I'm sorry Sya," Hasya sighed harshly.

"You're done, I'm going to sleep"

"Yes.." Zehan put his spoon and fork and pulled his arms together until they faced each other.

"Please put my hand, sir!"

"Stop calling me master, you're my wife" then Zehan kissed Hasya's lips greedily. Hasya was silent for a moment, she was completely taken aback when Zehan suddenly kissed her. With all his might he tried to push Zehan's body away from him.

"Wife?!! " shouted Hasya with breath still shivering.

"What can I call a wife if my husband never trusted me?" connect Hasya with the chest cavity up and down. Seeing Hasya's panic, Zehan closed his eyes regretting his actions just now that were like an upright person.

"Yes.. I'm sorry." said Zehan softly bowed languidly before his wife who was still trying to regulate her breath and calm herself.

"Please give me a chance to prove that I've changed. I beg you" said Zehan, while anchoring his head on his wife's shoulder, but Hasya still did not budge, even though Zehan had put a face in front of him.

"Just prove it" said Hasya, throwing Zehan's grip on the body and directly into the room and locking it from the inside. Zesya who saw him snorted was disappointed that her mother still could not forgive Zehan completely. Zesya did not know what became the problem that triggered her mother's anger. Although there was a fear that in the end his parents were completely separated but he could not force his mother to forgive his father immediately.

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Either because he was good at hiding, or because God wanted to test Zehan, until for 7 years, then they could meet again. It was as if the universe supported him to test Zehan's struggle as well to prove that Zehan was indeed completely detached from his past.

Suddenly Hasya was surprised that one hug came from Zesya's tiny hands wrapped around her neck from behind.

"Heii. mama's son just came home jogging "sapa Hasya. Zesya nodded with a carefree smile.

" How exciting?"

"Hooh, but Zesya spel equally papa mah"

" Why is that?"

"As long as we jog a lot of ngajak teteh papa acquaintance, where some are flirtatious again ask for photos with papa" sewot Zesya gave a report to his mother.

"Keep papa you want?"

"Remember the mah, just keep making sprain, since papa came home, Zesya so have a rival. Padakadalkan yesterday-yesya most handsome in this area." Hasya was confused as to what to respond to her son's complaint.

"Honey, since when do you care about it, usually you stay cool, bodo organ. "

"Yes, Zesya used to be so because Zesya was sure that the mama would not be easy to turn away from papa. It must be admitted in this village Zesya the most handsome, but now there is what, every day the center of attention is papa, Zesya does not want to have a stepmom mah " sad Zesya's whine began to cry as she whispered her eyes. Hasya chuckled at the words of her son.

"That's so funny this mama's boy"

"Zesya does not want to have a papa or stepmom, mah hyks hyks.., does not want to be rich hiiiks Hexa, papa mama divorced, then his papa married again, he married again, hiiiikss kept her stepmom fierce like mukulin Hexa." said Zesya dormitory. Hasya was troubled as soon as she realized her son was playing a role.

"Darling, even though mama separated equally papa, Zesya would still be the same mama, if papa macem-macem we just run away again to a further place"

"Why do you not want to be better, even though if there is a mama shop papa more rame, continue om-om who likes to chase mama also never appear again?"

"Papa and Mama why Ze?" asked Zehan suddenly.

"Papa do not need to boong, Zesya tau papa and mama maaih have not improved. The proof is that papa is still sleeping in Zesya's room or in the guest room. Yesterday also Zesya did not intentionally horrify papa and mama storm again, and mama said it is better to separate aja if papa still has not changed. Zesya does not understand the same problem of papa and mama but Zesya knows papa and mama again there is a problem that is not finished. Though Zesya already very seneng now Zesya can play with papa, can bobo together with papa, can learn together with papa, continue most Zesya likes when Papa invites Zesya to school. Since that day no one called Zesya an illegitimate child" explained Zesya, Hasya immediately embraced her son tightly with pity.

Zehanpun then crouched down and hugged the two of them.

"Father promise, from now on papa will always be with you, papa will not let you go again" said Zehan and kissed the top of the head Zesya and Hasya alternately.

Although Hasya still had a hard time accepting Zehan's presence back into her life, this time inevitably arguing when Zehan kissed the top of her head, she did not want to make her son even more sad, he must be willing to set aside his ego for the sake of his only son.

"Kelincriing" the shop door opened.

"Abat ya this spruce family ! " squeak Zia while leaving her waist .

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