The Wife Pay
Side Story – Zain, The Helper

Bugh!

Silvi threw her bag on the bed with an annoyed face. “Crazy times yes. That crazy guy, rich ngajak ngajak ngajak play!” objurgation.

Still can not be thought with the way of Zain's mind. However, as soon as he got his mind off, he also remembered how Dave and Alana got married, the man also proposed to him at a nightclub. “So the boss is not an assistant is also the same, as well as the marriage contract,” dumelnya while laying his body on the bed. “He hijacks household what a house-housing anyway!” continued.

Silvi rubbed her face, then her hand moved on her lips. “Sial! From many events. Why do I remember the kiss!” sulk Silvi with a blushing face.

He glanced at the watch in his hand, there were still 30 minutes before he had to leave for work. Silvi gazes at the ceiling of her room, her mind bares about the events of six years ago, where she sets out if Zain is a helper god to her.

Six years ago.

Heavy rain that flushed the city of Jakarta, the streets faltered due to puddles that stretched high. His body was soaked due to heavy rainfall. His intention to meet Alana at a five-star hotel restaurant failed. Due to the suddenly deteriorating weather. Not to mention his motorbike that suddenly jammed in the middle of the road. Many times he tried to revive her, but failed. Indeed, the motorbike is old-school motor is sure if it is hit by rain will be jammed. If this is how he feels upset, he should have just used a taxi. He ran to the side of the road at the bus stop, pulled out the phone in his bag, to tell Alana that she must have been waiting there. After telling her that she could not come, Silvi put her phone back in the bag. Luckily his bag is waterproof so the contents inside remain safe.

After that, Silvi ran back to his bike, he tried to turn it on but still failed. Until finally he tried to push the bike, his intention to avoid puddles.

While from across the road, the direction of traffic is opposite. Zain stopped his bike on the side of the road, when he saw his wife's best friend was in trouble trying to push his motorcycle that looked broken.

“Not that Miss Silvi,” murmured. Zain took off his helmet. Then he ran down the road to help the girl.

“Why with the motor, Miss?” ask Zain suddenly.

Silvi who was in trouble turned to look surprised to find the assistant of her best friend's husband was beside her. The man was similarly drenched, it was just that he was wearing an official suit, still looking handsome.

“Nona?” reprimand Zain.

Silvi jumped as fast as lightning she was aware of her daydream. “Mogok Sir. Biasa motor old school,” suhut awkward.

“Let me help!”

Silvi stepped aside to let Zain take over the bike. The man pushed his motor away from the puddle. He tried to turn the engine on, but could not. “It looks like only the workshop party can fix it, Miss.”

Silvi instantly raised her face. “Tapi—”

“It's okay Miss. I'm used to dealing with things like this. Coincidentally my apartment is also close,” said Zain while turning his face harrumphed, when he accidentally caught something he should not have seen. He quickly opened his suit. Then wrap it into Silvi's body.

“Ehh!” Silvi surprised.

“Sorry Miss. Your clothes are so transparent and I think—” great-grandson Zain is nervous, if only not exposed to rain water, can be sure his face is blushing.

“Thank you,” sahut Silvi grimaced shame. It could be for the sake of looking beautiful to the restaurant five-star hotel, he did not bring a jacket, and instead used a white dress. However, amidst his embarrassment, he was shocked when Zain suddenly clasped his hand. “Come, we're crossing. I'll book you a taxi!”

Silvi just followed the man's footsteps, taking him to the other side of the road. Then stopping the taxi, he opens the door and asks Silvi to enter. “Pak please deliver to home yes!” the door to the taxi driver, not to forget he also gave some pieces of money fractional red. Silvi was confused to say anything. In a moment he became even more amazed by the man. Not only was he handsome but he was also very good, that was Silvi's assessment of Zain. “Be careful Miss,” her message before then she closes the taxi car door.

The next day in the morning after waking up, Silvi was surprised when a workshop employee delivered his motorbike on Zain's errand.

Now, Silvi sighed remembering that past, impressed but also humiliating. Glancing at the watch clock in his hand was enough for him to rest, he had to get ready for work.

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