Trapped in Love Little Girl
Ch. 20: Forgot
“Yes, El.” Zean's hoarse voice greeted the person opposite by phone. The man who had just arrived in the study landed his hands on the shoulder of the chair as he was about to sit down.
“For once,” grumbled Elo, “aku from earlier made a call to you.”
Zean clucked, then sat himself in the work chair. “You don't see the clock? Now it's time for me on the road after dropping off the little girl.”
“Ooh, I forgot that now it is different again your task.”
Elo's cousin's sister is cheating. He was lazy to respond to the assistant's rant. His eyes swirled as if he did not want to hear any more the voice of his interlocutor who was across the street.
“What's up? If you just want to tease me, I close again.”
“Hah? Don'tdon't. There is important info.”
“What?” Zean interrupted quickly.
Elo cleared his throat repeatedly, as if he was preparing himself for vocal training. Zean snorted several times hearing that.
“It's been enough messing around? I have to start working.”
“Ya, yes. I'm serious.”
“Quick!” snapped Zean.
“Begini, Young Master.”
Zean put on a serious face. He understood that when his personal assistant had said hello, it meant that there was something important to be conveyed.
“Today I saw him come to the room of the Great Lord, Young Master. Probably around lunchtime.”
“APA?”
Elo explained, Zean first cuts with a high tone. Elo to tiptoe from position.
“Please calm yourself, Young Master.”
Rough breaths, Zean let out. His ears and heart were suddenly hot to hear the news from Elo.
“Then you shut up, El?”
“I can't act if there's a Great Lord next to him, Young Master.” Elo answered half-scared, hoping his cousin understood the position and courage he had.
Sally's husband pinched the base of her nose while cursing. “OK, keep an eye on all. Please take care of my papa. You didn't just replace me to handle the activities I left behind, Elo. But for the others too. Including this.”
“Ba–baik, Young Master. I understand.”
The connection ends without any solution to be found. Everything needs consideration and Zean doesn't like rash things. Man descendant of Mr. Bobi was thinking in detail about all the events that have been passed or not.
“Do I have to go home?”
Zean threw himself on the chair, threw down his wide back and looked up. He glared far away, flushing out all the memories during his life.
Time is rolling fast. Zean was all day dizzy until he missed lunch. His brain worked hard, keeping pace with the affairs of the in-law office and the state of the parents in C city. Although far apart, Zean can not escape the attention of Mr. Bobi and Ms. Lyra. The Young Lord Pratama always warned the safety of the father.
Managing a large family company is not impossible if you have to have enemies anywhere. Rivals, sneaky tricks and various things that concern business are common.
The clock was 15:00 when Sally came home. Zean forgot to tell because it was too busy since. Work suddenly piled up after a break. He didn't leave the goods room for a second.
His phone shook repeatedly, but Zean simply ignored it. The caller does not give up, keeps contacting until the owner answers.
“Halo.” Zean answered without looking at the name on the screen.
“Catch me?”
Sahutan from across makes Zean reflex straighten his back. He pulled the phone to see who was calling.
Ow hell! I forgot to pick up the little girl.
“Halo!” The intonation from the other side rose, Zean knew Sally was starting to get emotional.
“Eum, yes, yes, Little Girl. I'm leaving now.”
“You haven't left earlier?”
“But.”
“I took a taxi!”
Zean pulls away the phone, grieving after receiving the wife's anger. From the beginning he knew Sally hated her existence. Zean likes that.
Busy because of work makes him forget to seek entertainment, the brain in the cranium is always serious in living the days passed. Until Sally finally arrives, the girl steals Zean's attention to always try out.
Without a care, he returned to finish some more work before the return hour arrived.
***
Arriving home, Sally went straight to the room after being opened the door by Bi Mur. He did not respond to or accept a drinking offer from the Birawan family's domestic assistant.
The nineteen-year-old girl felt hot chest and head, the more day Zean made people's patience run out.
The door slammed hard enough, Sally came in and took off her shoes. Backpacks on his shoulders come with him and drop them on the floor. His wacky body he's resting on a bed covered in white sheets. Her beautiful face was drowned into the pillow as an impingement of tightness in the chest. Tears come out on their own without being asked.
“Sucks! I hate him! Hate!” he was in between tears.
The shadow of a slanted smile from Zean's lips flashed, making Sally want to hit him if it was near his current position.
I don't know how long, the energy Sally put out to cry seemed to run out and resulted in her falling asleep in a uniform that was still complete.
Zean got off the car. He rushed to the room and only brought the glass of water that he had asked Bi Mur for.
The man in black opened the door as usual. His forehead frowned when he saw the condition of the messy room. The white sneakers on the left almost stepped on him, another one in the corner of the room, a backpack lying on the floor. Zean shook his head looking at that.
“Basic!”
The glass that was brought, Zean put it on the nightstand. He then picked up his wife's bag and transferred to the study table.
Zean ruffled his waist to see Sally's sleeping position. “Sleep model what this girl is?”
The man of Mr. Bobi's descent took off his suit, rolled up his shirt and approached Sally. The hand filled with muscles turned the wife's body, then removed the hairband.
“What is your habit like this? Do you like to sleep without changing? Slut!”
After muttering so, Zean left Sally to clean up. The day was long and tiring earlier, hoping that there would be nothing draining after this.
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