Zeline And King

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Flashes of blitz scattered shining on the face and body of a beautiful girl with black hair thick shoulder to shoulder using a white mini dress collared shabrina that exposed the shoulders and part of her chest, there is a shawl with a colorful color that he holds with both hands blown by the wind increasingly adding to the beautiful style, the girl changed poses with a scarf as the main object.

He also walked slowly more to the beach, so that his bare feet about the sea water that began to approach the beach, a little tiptoe when the sea water touched his feet did not forget he posed.

The photographer continued to take different angles, as well as the pose of the beautiful model.

Until finally the day is near noon, the photographer stopped his activities because he felt he was quite satisfied with the results obtained.

"Okay Zeline's... Goody! I'm very satisfied, see you later." The photographer ended his shooting.

Zeline smiled and nodded her head. He does not need to see how the results other than the photographer who is believed to take this picture is already international class, tomorrow also Anin must have gotten the results.

Zeline sighed.

It felt so tired today, for three days in a row he did outdoor shooting sessions, his skin was repeatedly hit by pollution, dust and sunlight.

Before returning to Jakarta he will spend his time at the spa.

"Anne... Ayooo, I'm cape!!" whine Zeline spoiled.

"First, I finish this first and there's still something I want to talk about the same photographer. You were escorted Joe first to the spa, immediately tell Joe to come back to pick me up" Anin said as he cleaned up Zeline's needs.

Without answering, he obeyed the assistant's orders, with a giant step he dragged his feet towards the parking lot.

"Hatchidji... Hatchii... Hatchiiii" Zeline felt bad about her nose, many times she sneezed and swiped her nose, not to mention her head felt heavy.

After giving instructions to Joe, the rented luxury car drove at medium speed to the best spa in the Ubud area.

For 330 minutes Zeline was pampered with her facial and body treatments. Before her wedding in Perth, the girl had already finished all her contracts until there was no time for treatment.

The girl really enjoyed the spa which was priced at 5 million rupiah. Zeline admires a well-appointed spa with a terraced landscape that follows the side contours of the valley accompanied by a tropical garden, and features a private swimming pool, Jacuzzi, sauna, and relaxation corner. Before starting, he can choose between two special villas, according to his designation of Relaxing and Royal and the choice fell on Relaxing because he needed to relax his body muscles. He also tasted the signature facial spa at Relaxing Facial sessions that can restore facial skin moisture, to healing packages that include Wind of Peace with royal healing therapy, facials and head massage.

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After finishing doing the full package of spanya, Anin and Joe are waiting in the lobby with tired faces, tired of waiting more precisely because almost half the day the girl was in there and now the sun has been replaced by the moon.

"Segeeeerr.." muttered with a radiant face as he ran over to the assistant and bodyguard who were the driver.

"Old very sie! in 10 minutes you're not out, I've written a resignation letter" Anin grunted in annoyance.

"Don't donk, kayang.this is all for the sake of my appearance, if I burik da trus you also do not get a salary!" Zeline sulked with a smile of her pure white teeth.

Anin retorted by rolling her eyes panted.

"Hatchiiii.." the girl sneezed back as she walked towards the parking lot.

"Mrs... I want the flu..." Zeline rubbed her nose which was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Entar I buy medicine.now we go straight back to Jakarta!" Anin instructs Joe who is replied to a nod by Joe.

*****

"We've arrived, Princess... " Joe stepped on the gas pedal smoothly.

But the Princess was still at home in her dream realm, while in the luxury apartment lobby, the prince was waiting with a home shirt that printed clearly every muscle of his body paired with long pants motih boxes made of cold cotton, seemed comfortable to use to sleep. Although only wearing ordinary house clothes but does not reduce the level of good looks.

"Zelines... Wake up, we're here!" Anin patted Zeline's cheeks gently.

"Emm..." Zeline simply muttered and turned her body with her eyes closed.

King stepped up to the car whose door was open, because his legs had been sore waiting for a stubborn wife who did not come out of the car.

"What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"It... Um... Zeline's not gonna wake up!" said Anin terbat.

After that King circled half the car, opened the door closer to Zeline then tucked one hand under his knee and one hand coiled around the girl's back.

For the second time, the man carried Zeline from the car.

Zeline immediately woke up.

"King?" muttered.

But his body was too weak and his head still hurt, during the flight from Bali to Jakarta, he spent it resting but as if it was not enough. In the car, he resumed his dream.

"Hem?" King replied with a mutter.

"Where is this?" asked in a weak voice, he could see Anin and Joe following him from behind with a few suitcases fluttering their hands together.

"Our apartment.." said King flatly.

"What?" zeline asked with a look that was almost blurred but she had time to wrap her hands around the man's shoulders, however, the distance from the lobby to the elevator is quite far because he has felt King's hand that has begun to weaken.

King did not reply, not unwilling but he was almost out of breath because he was holding the girl.

"King put me down." Pinta Zeline.

But the man's prestige was second to none to penetrate the seventh sky, he was still holding Zeline even though the goddamn elevator was long open.

Zeline had no energy to argue, she leaned her head on the shoulder of a man who was still patiently holding her to an apartment unit that she said belonged to them.

"the password is Zeline's birthday... " King gave the code with his chin to Anin to press the apartment paskey.

Click!

The apartment door opened, King like getting an oasis in the middle of an arid wilderness.

He also sat Zeline on the large sofa living room of his apartment.

"Why am I here? I'm going home... I'm sick Anin!" whinek Zeline while kneading her temple with her eyes closed.

"You're just an ordinary Influence, Zeline!" exclaim Anin while heading towards the kitchen to make porridge for Zeline. "I make healthy porridge for you, you must eat first before taking medicine!" added Anin again while shouting from the kitchen.

"And from now on you live here with your husband!" anin shouted so clearly from the kitchen.

With the rest of the calm Zeline stomped towards the sound of "What did you say?" zeline shouted with perfectly widened eyes.

"You need to pretend you're not horrifying, you're just influenza not a budeg!" yelled Anin again.

Then he looked at Joe who then passed his suitcase through the door that he believed was his room from this moment forward.

King rests on the frame of the room door with his hands folded in the chest, the other legs crossed with the rest of the thumb. Don't forget the smile that rose from the handsome man's lips. Smile a blend of satisfied, perverted and ignorant.

Zeline's throat was blocked, her breathing began to sting as if air was reluctant to enter her lungs. His head was now starting to throb even more.

Not enough symptoms of influenza berbubi attacked her, now she must accept the reality to live in an apartment with a laddy killer who unfortunately has been martyred to be her husband.

Suddenly the words of Mama and Papa during a family meeting a few days ago in Perth, clear and turned into the buzz of bees that deafen his mind.

Back the pretty head was throbbing violently, he could no longer refute. Do not want both parents who are very dear to him bear sins because he does not obey the husband.

Quietly in the heart of Zeline asked God to fall poor because he had never felt that one suffering in his entire life, rather than getting married and living with a handsome man, athletic and successful but that jerk.

Shit! Why does Zeline's mind adore King?

He can only resign himself, throwing his body into a large sofa made of suede which can cost one year Anin's salary.

"King... Can you make yourself useful? With a pinch of my head, maybe?" zeline's murmur was still heard by King.

King was upset.

This woman, leaving suddenly one day after their marriage and now coming in a state of pain, and now sinlessly asked King to scowl his head. Zeline is a wonderful girl.

Reluctantly and very forcedly, King approached Zeline who was laying down the body of the sofa. The man crouched down and sighed Zeline and began to massage the girl's temple.

The heat, which he felt. For a moment he stopped his massage and touched the forehead and then the girl's neck.

"You're feverish... " King was shocked by his wife's temperature.

Zeline still closed her eyes with a restless body looking for comfort.

"Anin.." cried King.

Anin ran over to King who was carrying Zeline to the room.

After bringing her to bed, King pulled out a blanket to cover Zeline's shivering body.

"I'll call the doctor, his body is hot!" then he went to his study to pick up a cell phone.

A few minutes passed.

Zeline was still agitated in the blanket, occasionally kicking the fine wool fabric. King had three times changed a small wet towel that perched on his wife's forehead.

Anin and Joe look at each other to see the attention of the Young Master in front of him, and throw each other a smile. secretly Anin took pictures and videos of King who was compressing Zeline for him to capture. I don't know if he wants to, for his personal documentation, Anin thought.