The Devil Husband's
CHAPTER 93. YOU WANT YOUR COOKING!
Tiger squeezed his hair, because Jihan never spoke. It's almost morning. His chest was tight to hear sobs from the woman.
"Jihan, calm yourself down. Poor baby we must be sad. Tell me slowly, is anyone sick?" tiger muffled his panic, lowering his tone. Want to immediately embrace the woman, giving comfort and also a sense of security as usual.
Far across the different island, Jihan curled up in bed. The lightning that was snatching, the rushing rain that was fluttering scared him. Especially coupled with the longing for a husband who always holds it every night.
"When are you home?" lirih Jihan in the middle of her sobs.
"Yes, I'll be home soon." Tiger rushed out of his room. He patted one of the shoulders of his men who were still in control of the monitor screen.
The man who was still sitting with headphones on both ears turned his head, slightly opening the headphones to receive instructions from his boss.
"Call Dylan and tell him to get back to the airport!" he was still with the phone that was connected to Jihan.
"Master is going back to Jakarta?" tanyanya.
"Yes, hurry!" he patted again.
Before doing its job, first check the weather that will be crossed by Tiger aircraft. Because, in central Palembang is covered with thick dark clouds even though it has not yet rained. His fingers deftly moved over the keyboard, his eyes also reluctant to blink.
"Master! The weather in Java is bad. Rainstorms accompanied by lightning are flushing the city of Jakarta. It is impossible to travel by plane" the young man reported.
"Damn! My car is still in Jakarta!" hiss Tiger gritted his teeth.
The special car has been modified in such a way that it can run about 60 miles per hour in just five seconds. In addition, the car was coated with bulletproof. Tiger will feel safer and faster up to his supercar.
"Begging Dylan to see me soon when he gets there!" firmly Tiger who answered the nod by his men.
Tiger gave a rough sigh. He returned to his room via an elevator. Still with a cell phone in his hand. The throbbing pain in his head began to feel, his heart was squeezed as he imagined the frightened Jihan in the room.
"Jihan, calm down. The weather is bad. I'll fly right away if conditions allow, it's almost morning, go to sleep," Tiger widened his steps towards the balcony of his room.
"Why couldn't I be contacted? I'm worried about knowing? I'm afraid something happened to you! Especially this weather. I kept calling you but there was no answer. You know how I feel since then, huh? Mind everywhere! And now you're telling me to go to sleep!" cycar Jihan shouted expressing her frustration.
Tiger flinched, his lips twisting a thin smile. His hand gripped the iron trellis firmly, revealing his happiness when there was someone who was so worried about him.
"Tiger!" cry out again when you hear nothing from the man.
"Yes, yeah. Sorry, Sweetheart. I immediately held onto the job and left my phone in the room," Tiger replied in a low tone of voice.
"You said that you've arrived, can't you? Let me not think badly!" exclaim Jihan.
"I was wrong, sorry. Next time I won't repeat. Baby all right?"
"Hunger," Jihan muttered behind the phone.
As expected, the woman would starve in the middle of the night. Tiger breathed a heavy breath. A time like this, of course, wants him to get to Jakarta soon.
"Order online first. Ask Rico to take it!" said Tiger.
"No want! It wants your cooking!" elak Jihan who does not taste at all with food out there. Even the waiter's cooking at home, he wasn't interested.
"In the meantime, darling. For Baby. I'll cook you soon when I get there." Tiger was at a loss for words.
"Yaudah, be careful when you go home" said the woman wiping her tears. A speck of relief began to creep up on his body.
"Yes, go to sleep!" tell Tiger to turn off his phone.
Tiger diverts the call to Rico to ask him about the man who helped Jihan and looks suspicious.
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