Trapped in Love Little Girl
Ch. 21: There are Different

After dinner, the two roommates returned. They are both busy with their own business. Sally at the study table is seriously doing the task while Zean is on the sofa bed while holding a laptop.

The piling up work can't be done until the hours come home. Zean brought the rest. The man's fingers danced agilely over the keyboard, but both eyes occasionally glanced at Sally.

The long-haired girl did not turn her head in the least since, Zean until cleared his throat to provoke attention. But, nil. His little wife remained ignorant.

The clock continues to turn. The cool air from the air conditioner feels as cold as their attitude. Mutually indifferent and reluctant to start the conversation, busy maintaining the ego.

Zean pulled the laptop from his lap, his legs lowered to tread the floor. He approached Sally. The High School student squinted with his tail without wanting to turn his head when he heard the friction of his feet with the floor.

“You're angry with me, Little Girl?”

There's no answer. The twenty-six-year-old man spoke one way. Sally didn't hear or see.

“Sa,” call Zean again. Then, he leaned. His tall body was supported with two hands pointing backwards while gripping the side of the table.

Stay silent. Sally's lips were hard to open. Let alone making a sound, may have to pay first. That made Zean tired, but this time he relented. His memory returned home when Mr. Bobi and Ms. Lyra asked him to stay well, not to hurt.

The idea of jail suddenly appeared. Zean's hand propagates slowly to the study lamp and presses the on-off button alternately.

Sally looked up, her two brown eyes glaring at Zean. The man smiled slanted.

“Go!”

Zean was unmoved, still doing such a ridiculous thing. Sally's patience was running out, she closed the book and stood up.

Her husband immediately withdrew his hand when he saw Sally turning around about to leave.

“Lease!”

“You're angry with me?”

“For what?”

“Because I didn't pick you up earlier?”

Zean's wife was grieving. She jerked her husband's hand quite harshly. Then, the girl sauntered to the balcony. Zean did not take long in thinking, he followed his little wife to the place.

“Sa ..”.

Sally looked straight ahead without a care. As the wind brushed her long, white hair down from Bu Anna looked more radiant. Her eyelashes are flattened when viewed from the side. Perfect face sculpting.

Age is still young, but Sally's beauty radiates with the maturity of self that Bu Anna teaches.

“Sa ..” Zean called back. The name owner refused to answer.

“Sa.” Zean's hand crept into the balcony railing to get to Sally's. The girl immediately brushed aside rudely and went back inside.

Zean snorted, but followed where Sally went. After closing the balcony door, Mr. Young Pratama headed to the bed where his wife was.

The Birawan family's first child slept on Zean's back. Either he was really sleepy or just avoided the husband.

Zean landed himself in bed. He sat on the edge of the bed looking at Sally's back.

“Little Girl, I'm sorry. Last time it was forgotten because work suddenly a lot.”

Wow, there's a wind what can suddenly apologize for.

Remain silent because Sally only chimed in through the expression of heart. How hard Zean explained, it would be useless because his wife seemed very stubborn.

Zean was about to get closer to Sally, but the phone still lying on the sofa bed with the laptop was ringing. He's coming right away.

Sally was silent. He peeked out from under the blanket. He could see clearly when Zean received the call with a face so solemn.

The man's forehead sometimes furrows, his eyebrows go up and down and the occasional corner of Zean's eyes massage. The man walked back and forth while repeatedly rubbing his handsome face. All of those moves made Sally curious.

What's up, anyway?

A small heart resting on Sally's chest churned up, she experienced an acute level of kepo. Very curious.

A few minutes passed, but Zean was still busy listening to people talk. He got to sit on the sofa because he might be tired of pacing unclear.

Those were the last words Zean spoke before the call closed. His phone was then placed onto the sofa with a slight slamming motion.

The man whose full name was Zean Aditya Pratama let out a heavy sigh, as heavy as the burden he had to carry. The back of the sofa is his broad backstool now. His black eyes stared at the ceiling of the room as if staring far away looking for something.

Such conditions lasted long enough, Sally still faithfully peeked.

Why is he so lethargic?

Since then Sally has been mumbling in her heart. The more Zean kept quiet, the more curious he became.

When the husband was sitting up straight, Sally was flabby and pretended to close her eyes. Zean unintentionally saw that slanted smile reflex.

You're secretly paying attention to me, too.

He came back to the bed. The closer Zean's footsteps were, the more Sally's heart beat.

Why come here again? Did you see me?

After a few minutes there was no more footwork, Sally tried to peek slowly.

“Yak!”

Zean's wife flinched and immediately retreated when she saw her husband crouching with his face near his face almost impeccably.

Si Biang Usil laughed happily. Then he went up to the bed. His wife glared in annoyance while crashing the pajamas he was wearing on the chest. His heart was pounding due to Zean's accident.

“Shock, yes?”

Sally snorted and turned around. He's back on his back.

Zean who saw that exhaled a heavy breath again. He then laid down his body and slept sideways while supporting his head.

“Tomorrow I'll go home to the Pratama family. No business for a minute.”

The twenty-six-year-old said to Sally despite seeming indifference.

“You can take a taxi first. Morning I inter.”

Sally put up an ear, but refused to answer.

A few seconds ago it turned into a minute, an atmosphere of sudden silence. Sally moved slowly, wanting to turn herself back to look at Zean.

When he faced each other, Sally could see Zean's eyes were closed. She remained silent and was busy looking at her husband's face.

Zean moved forward and hugged suddenly, making Sally unable to turn around or leave.

“What do you do?” the question is a little rebuking.

“Just a minute, Little Girl.”

There was something different from Zean's voice, Sally grasped the sad tone of each word spoken. Feeling pity, she finally let her husband embrace.

“There are problems at home Primary?”

Zean flinched as Sally asked. He simply buried his face into his chest without any intention of answering.

“Kak!”

The headband was given by the Young Primary Master. “Nothing. Just a small problem,” he replied later.

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