The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 53

Evening arrived, everyone was preparing to rest and enter the room that Bi Rani had cleaned. Haysa House is not too big.1-story minimalist building, has 4 bedrooms, family room, living room, mini musala, and, the terrace is spacious multipurpose because it is usually also used by vendors or kang decor for briefings, also has a garage and a large yard.

The house was deserted when Zehan closed the door to his son's bedroom who had fallen asleep with Judis, while the others were already in their respective rooms. Zehan sighed before he immediately opened the door of Hasya's room for the first time. "Cleklek" he opened the door of the room very carefully he was afraid that the mpunya the room was asleep. Just about to step into Zehan's sense of smell caught a clean and refreshing aroma between the scent of jasmine, gardenia, giving the impression of a sea scent combined with a soft white musk. But he was quite disappointed because he was just not in his bed. He continued his roomtour in the room. Only a few anchors faintly heard a small chant from the next room with the sound of a faucet flame from the bathroom. Zehan thought maybe Hasya was washing his face because Hasya had a habit even though he was very lazy he would still wash his face and brush his teeth before he went to sleep. Zehan slowly entered into Hasya's room with the dominant soft beige paint. Although not too much furniture but the impression of warm and comfortable very clearly feels soothing. Then his steps stopped in front of a tivi screen attached to the wall, his net was immediately directed at a row of pictures of him with Hasya while still in Hong Kong and when they were on their honeymoon. Zehan smiled sweetly at all that.

"Lho!? What's the fuck in here?!" the sniffling Hasya reprimands automatically disperse all the reverie of Zehan who is exploring their sweet past.

" Yes, you want to sleep here, what else?" sahut Zehan indifferently while placing his bok*ng comfortably on the lip of the bed.

"Kan mas used to sleep in Zesya's room, why would he suddenly want to sleep here?!" Hasya increasingly showed a dislike reaction to the presence of Zehan in his room. I had to share a bed with Zehan. No, he's not ready for all that. Now his heart was like he wanted to jump when he saw Zehan standing looking at their pictures.

" All rooms are full.. Zesya slept with Judis, her bed was not enough for the three. Papa mamah, Zia and Gibran obviously won't allow me to sleep with them" Zehan said, putting on a plain and clear face. "Buck!! ohhhh!!" Hasya stomped her legs irritated. Although he felt arrogant but he still allowed Zehan to sleep in his room.

With a feeling of masygul then he took an extra pillow for Zehan and rolled the extra into their separator. Zehan smiled when he saw what his wife was doing.

"Mas can sleep here, but don't cross the boundary of this bolster, and don't try to find an opportunity in the narrowness !!" threaten her.

"That narrow is delicious!" instantly the hue on Hasya's face turned red like a tomato. Zehan smiled more and more happy to see the shy reaction of his wife who looks more adorable when pouting also accompanied by a deathly gaze that increasingly tempts the faith of Zehan.

"Kalo mas do not want to sleep on the terrace better Mas control little brother mas it !" hasya said with a stifled voice.

"This is my natural reaction, how can I stand it." Zehan is flirting with Hasya.

"Yes, that's why I'm going to stay at Rani's house in this mall"

"Ok ok. we are bobo I make sure you sleep well tonight" said Zehan quickly held his wife to not run away again.

"sleep your head" said Hasya in his heart. With feelings that are still mixed Hasya then entered into a thick bedcover and arranged the bolsters in it, while Zehan was again glued to see their photo photos. Without a warning Hasya turned off the main light and left the room lights dimly dim.

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The sound of the dawn adhan and the crowing of the rooster began to put to each other. Slowly Hasya began to wriggle the omen of his butter alerm had told him to wake up immediately. But at dawn, he felt something different. His hand seemed to touch something hard down there. Instantly, he woke up screaming hysterically when he saw Zehan sleeping without a boss.

"YYYYYYY!!!" hasya screamed while pushing Zehan's body away from her, but also got up from his bed. Zehan who was in a slumber finally woke up "What the hell is Shay, the dawns like this scream" said Zehan squeezed his messy hair while yawning and wriggling stretched his body so as not to feel stiff.

"The kind of thing that sleeps doesn't wear clothes so, want to take a chance, is it ?!" accuse Hasya of tampering. Zehan took a breath, and he threw out his hand, trying to reach Hasya, but she managed to dodge him.

"Eat him so people don't like to take a chance in narrowness !!" namel Hasya.

"tok tok Darling, you why son,, ??" there was aunt Lyn's voice along with the sound of a knock. With eyes still glaring sharply Hasya immediately towards the door that continued to be pounded frantically by aunt Lyn.

"Mama?" Sapa Hasya put on a face as if bewildered by the presence of everyone including Zesya with their pillow face.

"You have nothing, son, you were horrified you screamed so that mama immediately checks here" said aunt Lyn as she walked in followed by others, followed by others, Hasya could only give up on that.

"What the hell is this ah rame rame?" zehan asked along with his mouth that was vaporizing wide.

"Sister who finished doing Kak Hasya until the hysterical screams of kayaking earlier?"

"You don't understand it"

"Why not wear clothes? Is it not cold?" ask the plain Zesya. All the adults there looked at each other. Finding the right answer for Zesya.

"No matter what Zes, papa's clothes were wet, so it was off so it didn't catch a cold" said Hasya.

"Emang Om showering can't take off?" judis asked but her gaze was on Hasya.

"Tante hasn't flush your om Dis, '" Hasya argued.

"Have it done" said Zehan, throwing away his blanket and leading everyone but Hasya out of the room.

"Ze, you are" cried aunt Lyn.

"it was ready - ready for the dawn prayer."sahut Zehan while driving everyone away.and then closed the door again after all left.

"Why do you want to do everything at the door?" geram Hasya left his waist.

"Bobo again yuk" asked Zehan spoiled. Hasya's heart rippled again as Zehan placed his head on his right shoulder. His stomach seemed to be full of thousands of butterflies, for a moment he was almost lulled almost kissing Zehan if only the sound of the neighbor rooster who again crowed loudly spread the sweet moment in the morning.

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