Shanum Marwah's
14. Luck Ken

"Master, that's enough!"

A young man with a stylish look also stoutly grabbed the drink that the man beside him was about to drink.

The beautiful and sexy woman who had been fondling him had been gone since a few minutes ago, because she did not want to be invited to spend the night together.

I don't know what made him so interested in the man. Ever since that accident happened, he felt that something was holding back from staying there with him.

Now their eyes are staring at each other. He also saw red eyes and a wet face. The little young man frowned. Staring at the figure of an aging adult man, reminiscent of his present state.

"I don't want to be like him when I'm old!" his heart refused the chosen destiny.

He breathed a big breath before speaking.

"Sir, drinking too much is not good for your health!"

Holding the arm wrapped in a black shirt, the young man slowly sipped a drink that should have been given to an adult man.

Glass is placed on the bar table. The intoxicating drink had been consumed. The adult man sitting in front of her was just staring with a faint look.

He felt something in him had broken. It was so broken as if my heart was dead. No longer able to take steps that only get scorn. Mistakes in the past cannot be solved. Even now what is happening increasingly makes his life a mess. He did not find any calm at all.

"What's your problem, young man?"

In a hoarse voice the adult man asked. He doesn't even bother me, let alone know her. Why is this man so concerned about her. Such are the expressions that only whisper in the heart.

"You've had too much to drink. Better me drop off, you go home."

Taking out his life control card from inside the wallet, the young man stood up. Put that thing on the bar table.

"All the bills!"

While moving his head to the side. He was referring to the figure of the adult man who had been heavily drunk. A servant nodded in understanding.

Minutes after the bar was over, the young man carried the body of a drunk man into his car. He doesn't want to take a headache. The grown man just said, "Maya, I'm sorry."

Until inevitably, the man had to take the initiative to find a way to get the man sitting in his car home.

"May."

Take a big breath. At all he did not find Maya's name in the adult man's cell phone contact.

"Gosh, what's his nickname?"

Monologue yourself while continuing to shift the names in the phone contacts.

"My Sweetty."

"Sweet heart."

"Honey."

"Mommy."

"Eh ... If your mom or mom, afraid of the name of the contact for her parents."

A nickname that is not suitable to be contacted. Then the activity is repeated again by re-typing the name on the search in the mobile phone contact.

"My love."

"My dear."

"My daughter."

"My son."

"My son."

Take a big breath.

"God, why didn't anyone show up!"

A little upset. He also rubbed his face rough by holding back a little dizziness from sipping the drink earlier.

There was a pinch of despair and wanted to take the man to the hotel alone. But at once he remembered a saved name that he often heard.

"What if My Love or My Lovely?"

His mouth suddenly opened wide feeling relief. He found a name that had just been written. Connect the call to the contact name "My lovely".

"Hello, Assalamualaikum."

A soft voice that was balanced with the typical sound of people waking up was heard after a few seconds of ringing.

Instantly he gulped his saliva roughly. Not knowing why, hearing the voice of a woman from across there made him nervous.

"Yes ... Where ... Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Hello, Pa. Why are you calling at this hour?"

The soft voice sounded again and was quite soothing to the heart. Even just saying the condition of the man called by the woman with the name "Papa" only he seemed confused. Like out of words.

"Emc ... That ... Pops ..."

"I mean, Uncle."

Glancing at the glance towards the grown man who was already unconsciously sitting beside him.

"Sorry ... Papa I mean."

From across the street a girl awoke from her deep sleep. He positioned himself to sit while leaning on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry who it is with, huh? Did something happen to my dad?"

Can't wait for the words to be said. The girl immediately urged the man who was calling her.

"Look, Miss." There is a sense of doubt when you want to express reality.

"Miss Dad is drunk."

"Huh ... How come?" The girl across the phone quickly.

Surprised when he heard his father drunk. For the girl had never seen the dashing man she called "Papa" was a drunkard.

"Yes!" The handsome man's reflexes nodded.

"Can you send me your location now? Let me drive you home."

Slightly frowned the beautiful girl who was feeling doubtful now.

"Is this really papa's number? What if this is theft mode ?" the girl's mind was hesitating.

"What if you take a picture of my papa now? I'll send you the location of the house."

Silent moment.

"Just in case this isn't a scam."

The girl's cerocos was unfiltered first. Only now did he pat his eel when he heard someone across the street laughing as if he was laughing at himself.

"Yes ... Alright, Miss! I'm waiting for your location!"

Tut's.

So the call ended without greeting as fellow Muslims. The girl who was still sleepy just shook her head.

five seconds maybe, a message from his papa's cell phone that has now shown a picture of a man unconscious is sitting leaning against the car seat.

"May this not be a scam."

Still feeling a little doubtful actually. But he ventured to share the location on his papa's phone. I hope he is not wrong in making a decision.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. May he be a good man!"

And the tick of two turns to blue. The message has been read. There is a heart that is feeling anxiety. I don't want him to feel that stuff himself. Soon the girl approached the mother whose room was next to her.

Tok tok tok tok

Tok tok tok tok

A few minutes passed that finally paid off. Maybe about five minutes the girl in red pajamas knocked on the door.

"Jeez Shanum, what's up, you wake up at this hour? It's a long time to dawn!"

Slightly upset the four-headed woman responded to her daughter's mannerisms. How not, Wednesday has just been replaced and now he has to open his eyes because of the knock on the door from his daughter.

"Don't get angry! Shanum just got a call from Papa's phone, but ...."

It was quite serious the woman in the white nightgown listened to the confession of the white, unfortunately the story just stopped.

"But what is Shanum?"

He began to get curious when he heard the word "Papa". As if there was something he should know.

"But the one who called Shanum wasn't papa, Buk."

"Shanum is afraid if this is just a scam" he said quickly.

For a moment Maya thought.

"Why can you say fraud? What did he say?"

Confused and curious about Shanum's incomplete story.

"Look, Buk. The man said that if he was going to drive papa home, he said he was drunk."

"Because Shanum was afraid of this fraud, Shanum finally asked for help photographing the state of papa."

While he showed me a portrait from his phone screen. The girl looked at her mother's serious-looking face staring at a photo of someone from inside the phone.

"Keep your home address?"

At that moment, her mother panicked. He knew that the car seat that was being occupied by the man was very foreign. She was quite memorized if it wasn't her husband's car.

"Yes, Buk." Shanum replied innocently while nodding.

"Astaghfirullah halazim, Shanum!"

Maya immediately ran into her room. Just in case he wants to consult a friend who works as a police officer.

Followed by Shanum who now stepped into his mother's room. He stared at the room with an astonished look.

"Since when did mom's room become so romantic?" batin Shanum was astonished when he saw that there were several flower arrangements in the corner of the room also fragrant fresh. The girl was surprised to see him.

"When was the last time I went into this room?" batin Shanum again voiced.

"Jeez, Himawan didn't pick up his call!"

The girl shifted her eyes. Shanum. He looked at his mother who looked upset.

Circumstances are immediately gripping when the faint sound of the roar of a car outside the yard.

"It looks like it's him!" chirp Shanum just like that.

Soon the eyes stepped towards the window of the room. A little white curtain framed the window.

"Shanum, the fence forgot you key again!"

With a slight annoyance Maya turned her head towards Shanum who was standing behind her.

"Sorry, Buk."

The girl's horse. Feeling guilty also regretted his carelessness.

"What about this?"

Lirih Maya said while continuing to monitor the movements of a man with a stocky body as well as appearance that is enough to increase the level of good looks possessed.

A man seemed to slowly open the gate of his house not so wide.for a few seconds the man was nowhere to be seen. Reappeared by leading an unconscious man.

Maya frowns at the figure of the helpless man.

"Is he really Radit?"

Not dismissing him, because he knew Radit's habits after being abandoned by him. The man was often drunk.

"Oh, how?"

Shanum just kept waiting for his mother's warning. Unfortunately Maya could not clearly see the man's face.

Then a voice sounded. No maid would open the door if it wasn't the two of them.

"All right, let's just take a look!"

In the end, the two women began to take steps to go downstairs and open the door.

Tong

Again sounding. I don't know how many times it's been pushed by a guy who's been out there.

"Wait a minute!"

Maya screams followed by rapid footsteps.

Chequelek

The door opened slowly and wider. Now there were two people standing in front of his house. At one in the morning.

Her heavily drunk husband was also a young man who seemed to be half drunk. Maya could judge what kind of man was standing next to her husband.

The sleeves of the shirt are folded at the elbow, as well as the upper buttons open up to two buttons that show a picture on his chest. It contrasts with the color of her white skin.

Maya gulps her saliva. He thinks negatively of the handsome man he thinks if the young man is a good player.

"G ... Young man, thank you for bringing my husband home."

Maya quickly takes over Radit in the handsome man's backrest.

"Shanon! Shanum! Shanum!"

Maya calls her daughter who has gone somewhere.

"Let me help, Madam."

Maya who looks not strong enough to hold the weight of her husband invites pity of the man.

Shaking her head Maya.

"No, young man. Not necessary! Let my daughter go!"

She smiled faintly at the young man who was still standing in front of her house.

"Thank you again!"

A little trouble Maya brings in her husband.

Just two steps she carried Radit on her back. The woman almost knocked him down if not the young man grabbed Radit's nearly upturned body.

"Astaghfirullah halazim! Papa!"

Shout a girl from inside the house who has now been wearing a head covering while running.

"Let's help Ibuk!"

Shanum quickly approached them his father and mother was also a man he knew so well.

Shanum gulped his saliva roughly. Staring for a moment now his hand had held the father's arm. Take over the backrest from the man.

"Sir, Mr Ken?"

The two of them were still staring at each other with Shanum occasionally staring at his mother who said "let's take your papa in".

And the man was glued to his place. I no longer know what is on his mind. He simply fell silent without any intention of responding to Shanum's thanks.

"Thank you!"

He was brought into the figure of Radit who was unconscious. Ken was still silent in his place while staring at the door that had even closed.

"What was that man who was ...?"

Ken smiled faintly in response to a conscience that somehow felt quite satisfying to even make him so happy.

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