The Unexpected Marriage
CHAPTER 146 - Ask for Help

As Sean requested, only half the rain trip whacked the capital. Wife cold? Yes, it is true and it is in line with expectations. However, the problem is now the wife jutsru sleeps by hugging the doll that is commonly used to calm Iqlima.

Before the rain fell Sean had thought that Zalina would come closer to him, but what happened was different. The journey that he had expected would feel romantic, there was only a quiet with a variety of impatient drivers who preceded him.

Until arriving at his in-laws residence, the rain did not stop. Likewise with Zalina who is still at home in her sleep, maybe it is tired because so much Zalina does in the funeral home. Seeing his tired face, Sean became heartless and chose to carry the body of the wife to the house.

"Non Zalina why, Den?"

"Sleep, Mbok," Sean replied briefly when Ratri asked with his sharp eyes.

Not angry or dislike, it is so. The presence of the woman makes Sean feel being watched by his own omens, in addition to his careless nagging is also different from ordinary caregivers.

"Massaged often, Den ... Non Zalina is tired like that."

"Yes, Nyai," replied Sean laughed heartily as he passed by the Ratri mbok. Lots of orders, but without dictation Sean also understands what he must do.

Until he arrived at the room, Sean broke down Zalina's body so carefully. Worried if his sleep is actually surprised, while from what Sean knows if his sleep is disturbed Zalina can have headaches for a long time.

Plus, it was still day and Sean was worried that his faith would falter if he harassed his wife. Coincidentally his body was a little dirty, the sweat that was wet on his body might emit an unpleasant aroma if not shower immediately.

Fifteen minutes passed, Sean came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. The man's gaze was fixed on the bed and Zalina was still asleep with an unchanged sleeping position. In fact, after Sean put on his clothes, Zalina was still exactly the same as when Sean entered the bathroom.

"It's not usually like this" Sean muttered later, a sign of Zalina's tiredness not playing games.

Long enough Sean looked at his father's face, slowly he really massaged his wife's hand as advised by Ratri. There was no intention of stealing the opportunity this time, he was actually massaging Zalina's body which he made sure was very tired.

"Mas."

"Awake? Go back to sleep, the kids are sleeping too" said Sean softly, very, very softly.

"Why don't you sleep?" zalina asked looking at Sean who was sitting while massaging his arm.

"Later on, I'm not sleepy, Na" she said, yawning, clearly Zalina immediately pulled Sean's wrist to sleep lying on his side.

"What do you want?"

"Sleep, you must be tired today .. anyways outside the rain," said Zalina slowly, although they were not close together, but what Sean did was not separated from Zalina's gaze.

Although Sean said if he was not tired, but it is impossible after what he did during the funeral process Leona did not make his energy drained.

"But the mas is not sleepy, Na .. you just sleep, if forced usually mas headache," said Sean honestly, in addition to not like being asked to eat, if forced to do so, Sean was also the most lazy to be forced to sleep, except for another sleep.

"Want me a pinch?" haggard Zalina again, she was only well-intentioned, but Sean rubbed his face rough.

"Yes if you don't want to," said Zalina casually as she sank her face into Sean's chest.

Wait, this is a little weird. Is Zalina really not concerned about her body odor, or because of the incident she was reluctant to stay away, thought Sean.

"Tumben, your nose is sane, Na?" sean asked gently rubbed his hair, if it was true, he clearly had to be grateful even though it would be a tantrum mbok Ratri for stealing soap both of his children.

"This is better, as is the fragrance of Habil."

Good, his efforts were not in vain, but the problem Zalina who slept by hugging him this made Sean hard to hold back. He even had to bite his lips and force his eyes closed to avoid things that were too far away.

"Zalina for a minute, someone called" said Sean about to get out of bed, but Zalina quickly moved to follow her husband.

"Let's just stay here, I want to hear," said Zalina grabbing Sean's arm as if forbidden to move away from him.

"Yes, sit there" asked Sean, not wanting his wife to be seen by someone who contacted him.

Just sitting down, his second ear was made sick with a Zean shout across the street. Without saying any greetings or other polite greetings, Zean was furious and asked Sean to confess to Nasyila about who Leona was.

"Clearly crazy talk!! My head hurts" Sean said, still stroking his chest.

"Well, listen carefully .. Lengkara just said that Leona died, your crazy sister said that Leona was my first love. Know it? Because of that hoax, my wife really believed it and it was a problem."

Zean spoke at length, and Sean only responded very briefly, "Then? What's the deal with me?"

"Your question is ridiculous! I just want you to admit who Leona is in front of Syila, if you need to show me the proof.. My head hurts, Sean," the man seemed riled up.

"What kind of evidence?"

"Yes proof, didn't you still keep your pictures from your teens? Which time you first date riding a lala, pas study tour to Padang or at the top of the Rinjani anyway up to. The point is you were proud of in front of me, Sean."

Sean was suddenly hot cold, Zalina must have clearly heard Zean's words. It is clearly visible from the flat face of the wife who seems to be holding something inside her.

"Ah otherwise, just take a picture of you in Bandung on New Year's Eve, just as your hand is burning with firecrackers, Sean!! There's still, isn't there?"

"Yes, God, Mama!! Zean should have been buried with his remains."

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- To Be Continued