Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 28

“Why did this get hurt?” Mama just realized there was something strange on Alin's face. “Who made this?” Mama touched Alin's injured cheek.

“Not important.” Alin lowered Mama's hand from her face, Grasping that hand tightly.

“What is your husband doing!” my mother's voice sounded hard.

“Not that Mama and her half-sister did.” The new hero answered her mother's question.

“What! You should have met Mama with them, not with your nagging babysitter Aunt!” Mama has a waist.

“Do you want to hit them?” Alin looked excited looking at Mama's current expression.

“Sure! They should Mama teach me a lesson.”

“Mama doesn't need to do that. Her stepmother needs to be hospitalized now, because of her work!” The woman pointed at Alin's face.

“Oh yes! Goodness.” Mama smiles happily. “what happened to her?” ask Mama.

“Alin made her toenails crumble. Until, earlier he had to be operated to pull out his toenails.”

“Good! Why just toenails? Not just his fingernails!” exclaim Mama.

“Mama's right, who hurt me her toenails instead of her feet!” Alin chimed in on Mama's words.

“Will we reply tomorrow!” Mama held her hand.

Alin nodded. Because of the fun they chatted while eating, to make Alin forget time. The phone he kept in the bag was shaking. Alin reached into his bag to retrieve his phone.

Alin's eyes wide“Jam eight!” Alin throws his cell phone on the table. Dare not pick up a phone call. His face looked a little pale. “Mama!” ogre.

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Alin got down from the car in a hurry, directly barged into the house. “Where is Sister Hazar?” alin asked the waiter he met.

“Master is in the dining room Miss.”

Alin ran back. He briefly set his breath at the dining room door, then stepped closer to Hazar who was eating, accompanied by Aunt Yona, Aunt Fatma, Angel and several other servants. Alin looked at his bowed Aunt Fatma, unwilling to look at her.

“Kakak!” Alin sits next to Hazar, touching Hazar's left arm on the table. Alin biting his lower lip. “why the aura around here feels so gripping.” Inner Alin. He was feeling very scared at the moment.

Hazar doesn't understand Alin's whereabouts, he's still busy with food on his plate. Alin was increasingly confused as to what he should do in times of this kind of situation. Alin thought by closing his eyes, both of his legs shaking under the table.

“Nona! this I want to put Where?”

Like the wind of heaven, the arrival of Bobi with a food box that was clenched by Mama Wira earlier. Alin's face immediately sparkled. He found a reason why he came home late.

Alin immediately stood up to take the food box from Bobi's hand. “My brother brought you food!” alin's lips are perfectly developed.

Hazar still did not flinch, nor did he look.

“So I'm late coming home because I'm learning how to cook for you!” Alin sat back down, touching Hazar's arm. “People say, one of the dreams of husbands is to taste food made by their wives. Don't you want to try it?”

“Ah whatever. No one will know what my intention was to cook earlier”

Hazar suddenly raised his left hand, like he was about to beat Alin. Alin's eyes reflexively closed, with his head bowed. He had resigned if Hazar wanted to beat him.

Five seconds...

Ten seconds...

“Why not hurt? Not even a gust of wind felt.” The batteries. Alin opened his eyes slowly.

“You go! And lock all doors!” hazar's orders.

“No!” Alin yells. He reached for Hazar's left hand, which was still hanging in the air. “Sister let them here.” Alin pleaded with his shoulder face, he grew even more frightened. It would be even more dangerous if only the two of them were in the room.

Hazar narrowed his eyes to look at Alin, and his forehead looked wrinkled. “Didn't you usually always tell them to leave when you're going to eat?”

“Not for now. Let them stay here!.” Alin.

Alin looked at the servants who were still standing with their heads bowed. Alin sighed, there seemed to be no hope for him anymore.

“Go!” Hazar spoke again.

Alin closed his eyes. He's gone with whatever's going to happen. The atmosphere was increasingly quiet with the sound of the footsteps of the servants who were getting away.

“Sister! I accidentally came home late.” Alin stood up, again reaching for Hazar's hand. Alin's eyes were already glazed over, he didn't even know, why he could be this scared of Hazar. “feeling I was only late for an hour, and did not commit a great sin. Why it can be this bad.” Alin.

Hazar let go of Alin's handrails on his arm.

“Kakak.” Lirih Alin's.

“what is he so mad about? Until I don't want to touch.”

Alin gasped in shock as Hazar suddenly pulled his hand a little hard, until he fell down and sat on Hazar's lap.

“Kakak!” Alin was wide-eyed and was about to rise, but could not because now Hazar had locked him away.

“You look very scared.” Hazar smirked. “But you always make the same mistake over and over again.” Hazar tidied Alin's messy hair. “You even got a cold sweat like this.”

“I won't repeat it again.” Answer Alin quickly. He let Hazar do what he wanted with his face.

“Then you want to repeat it is okay.” Hazar.

“No Brother! I promise I won't repeat it.”

“As far as you are. Since you have a reasonable reason this time, I will give you leniency to choose your punishment.”

“Can't Big Brother forgive me this time alone?”

“You want to choose it yourself or I choose it?”

“Wash plate! The punishment I will do the dishes after Brother finishes eating!”

“It's not a punishment. Do you want me to fire all the servants here, and you will take over all their work, it will be worth the sin you committed.”

Alin rolled his eyes. “Sin! I just made a small mistake and it was by accident. Brother is too exaggerated to say that it's a sin!”

“I'll ask Papa Haris to comfort you for one month.”

“Sister, I haven't even been in a week at work. How can I be released one month!” Alin was worried. If he doesn't get to work, he won't be able to get out of Hazar's house. The natural instincts of the woman of her tempter reappear. Alin draped his hands around Hazar's neck, his facial expression made as sweet as possible, with both eyes blinking spoiled.

“Keep your hands away from my body!” hardik Hazar's.

Due to Hazar's non-playful tone of voice, Alin reflexively dropped his hand. His face was back down.

“Cih! You told me to stay away, then why are your hands still locking my waist!” Alin makes a furious.

Hazar's hand, which had been hugging Alin's waist, now moved to touch Alin's chin, turning the bowed face to look at him.

“Where did you get this wound?” ask Hazar. Touching the clear plaster on Alin's cheek.

“I accidentally injured him.” Alin took Hazar's hand away from his wound. “So eat back. I'm hungry too.” Alin did not want Hazar to know how his family treated him. Because he thought it would only make him look pitiful, and he really did not want to be pitied by others.

Alin was about to get up from Hazar's lap, but still could not, as both of Hazar's arms re-locked him. Hazar could see the silence from Alin's face. Because of that he did not want to extend Alin's wound problem. “You know! Your body is no longer yours but it is mine. If you can't take good care of it I'll lock you up forever.”

“Yes, it's up to Sister! Let's eat I'm hungry.”

“Call your babysitter Aunty!” hazar's orders.

“For what!” alin's eyes were rounded. Staring suspiciously at Hazar. “will Big Brother expel me?!” yells.

Hazar sighed, releasing his hand from Alin's waist. “Stand up, you're so heavy!”

“Cih, who told me to sit there.” Rutu Alin's. He stood up and sat in his chair. “Where are you going?” alin asked as he saw Hazar walking towards the kitchen. Because Hazar did not answer him, Alin also stood up following Hazar's steps.

Hazar looks to be looking for something. “What Brother looking for?” Alin is still following Hazar's back.