The Young Master's Substitute

Spoiled husband

Fabian had been, ever since, still flipping his body over the sofa. Tonight, he can't sleep. For a moment, Fabian stared at Syanum who was still sleeping on his bed.

"Ih, that's really good Syanum. He can sleep well like that. But I can't even sleep like this. Tomorrow I want to work in the office. How about tomorrow, I'm late to wake up" Fabian murmured.

Fabian then got up to sit down. After which, he stepped towards Syanum and sat down by the side of the bed.

"If she's sleeping like this, she's beautiful. But what a pity, he's such a bitch. But why, if you think so, I feel sorry for him. He's not actually wrong. The wrong thing is Papa. Why should Papa marry me to this woman. We do not love each other. Do you not know, what the purpose of marriage is," muttered Fabian who had been staring at his wife.

"Actually, the main purpose of marriage is so that we can have offspring. But how could Syanum and I have children if we didn't love each other" he continued.

Fabian smiled.

"Pity Syanum. He's been hurt. He must still be in shock, with the accident this morning."

Fabian had been talking to Syanum himself. It seemed, he felt sorry to see the condition of Syanum whose head was still on the bandage.

Fabian grabbed the hair of Syanum that covered the eyes. He then put the hair behind Syanum's ear. Fabian then, stood up.

Syanum who was disturbed by his sleep, suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. Syanum was surprised to see Fabian nearby.

"Young master. Why are you here?" ask Syanum.

Syanum inched to sit up and directly covered his body with a blanket.

"Why are you near me? do you want to fuck with me, young master?" Syanum looked terrified.

Fabian was shocked when he saw Syanum's behavior. Syanum was afraid of Fabian. Could it be that Syanum was afraid that Fabian would touch him tonight.

Fabian looked nervous.

"Em, I. I don't want to say anything about you."

"Keep, why are you near me. Shouldn't you be sleeping on the couch?"

Fabian, who saw Syanum frightened, deliberately sat back near Syanum. He looked at Syanum sharply.

"Huh...! don't be kegeeran deh you. I don't want to say anything to you. Who, after all, likes you. Seeing you, I am lazy. Especially, to touch you."

"Well, then, why is the young master sitting there?"

"I can't sleep Syanum. I don't know why my eyes aren't sleepy at all. Maybe, I'm not used to sleeping on the couch. How about we take a place. You're on the couch, and I'm here."

"What!"

"Why? you don't want to? you don't want to be here, Dong! this is my room. You were just sitting in my room. And in my room, you must obey what I say. If you want me to sleep on the couch, just sleep on the couch. Fortunately, I didn't tell you to sleep on the floor."

"But young master. I am still sick. My wounds have not healed. Cook, I'm told to sleep on the couch anyway."

"I don't care about Syanum. If you don't want to recite what I said, you better just sleep there in your old room. Because you only deserve to sleep in the maid's room...!"

Syanum was actually upset to see her husband too. Which wife won't be upset. While feeling good sleep, woke up and her husband suddenly angry unclear.

"Syanum, you're not deaf, are you? you listen to me say what! now you get down and move to the couch! bring your blankets too!"

Syanum could no longer resist what her husband wanted. Before Syanum came down, she looked at her husband.

"Young master. Please dong, don't be that same as me. I'm still sick."

"No need to spoil Syanum...! I said move, yeah move!"

Syanum then got off her bed and sat on the sofa where her husband slept.

"Ah, what a pity my fate. Got a selfish husband, like that. Being invited to bed together just don't want to," grumbled Syanum while lying on the sofa.

"Agoist? you're saying I'm selfish?" Fabian looked at Syanum sharply, after he was already in the middle of his bed.

"What a young master. I didn't say anything. Your hearing may be disturbed" Syanum said as he pulled the blanket.

Syanum closed his eyes. So did Fabian.

After Syanum fell asleep, Fabian looked at Syanum again.

Dahaga, tonight it has begun to gnaw Fabian's esophagus. Fabian stared at the glass above the nightstand. He then took the glass.

'The glass is empty again. I am thirsty, I want to drink. But I'm lazy to take it myself. Syanum don't want yeah, get me a drink. I woke him up only once, yes.'

"Syanum. Wake dong! I thirst for it. You want to get me a drink?"

Syanum opened his eyes again. He looked at Fabian.

"What else is young master?" ask Syanum.

Fabian thrust his glass at Syanum.

"My water's up. Will you get me some water?"

"Huh, why should I take it. The master has feet and hands. Can you take it yourself?"

"Syanum. Don't be! you are a sin, denying the husband's command. I told ustadz I used to, a wife who refused her husband's orders, it was forbidden to go to heaven."

Syanum was very upset with her husband's attitude. Just now Syanum was asleep, Fabian had whined to get drinking water.

"alright. I'm down now."

Syanum then took the glass held by Fabian. She then stepped out of her room to get her husband a drink.

Syanum started down the stairs. He stepped towards the kitchen. Syanum stopped his steps, when he heard the sound of something in the kitchen.

"What a sound is that" muttered Syanum.

Syanum then continued his steps.

"Cok kitchen light is on. Is there anyone well there," muttered Syanum.

Syanum was surprised to see Dila in the kitchen.

"Mbak Dila watch out...!" shanum cried when he saw something that would hit Dila's head.

Syanum hurriedly stepped in to help Dila.

Bruaaakk...

An object fell on Syanum's back shoulder.

"Syanum, are you okay?" ask Dila.

Dila tried to get up from her wheelchair.

"Oh, it's really sick," Syanum said.

"Syanum. You okay?" Dila was very worried about Syanum.

Syanum.

"I'm fine Brother Dila."

Dila stared at the pot that was now lying on the floor.

"Oh my goodness, who the hell put a pot so carelessly" said Dila.

"That, looks like Kak's new maid. Mbak Asih, where maybe put the pan carelessly so. Never mind, don't prolong this matter, brother."

Dila nodded.

"But your wounds are okay, are they Syanum?"

"I'm okay."

"Thank you Syanum. I don't know what my fate is, until I drop the pot."

Syanum breathed deeply.

"It's okay. What matters is that Dila is well. What are the nights in the kitchen?"

"Silver's gonna grab a drink for Dimas. Brother is not good, if you have to wake people up. I don't want to, suck up people."

'Huh, Brother Dila who is sick just want to take a drink for Dimas, why young master does not want ya, take a drink alone. In fact, he is healthy. Tell me who is sick. Don't-don't, he just wants to do me a favor,'