Trapped in Love Little Girl
Ch. 26: The visit

After traveling for almost three hours, Zean and Sally finally arrived. Luxury homes, spacious with white shades become the goal of both.

Zean parked the car in the yard, then got off. Without waiting for anything, Sally did the same. The navy flat shoes adorned on the girl's legs, the bone-white dress wrapped around her synthetic body. Simple appearance, but still make it look beautiful.

Without waiting for his wife, Zean had already sailed first. The girl quickly followed before the door opened. She had to come along to pretend that her domestic relationship with Zean was fine.

The bell had been pressed twice by Zean, but there was no sign of the door opening. The man was about to squeeze again, but was stopped because his domestic assistant had opened the door.

"Pass, Young Master, Miss." The middle-aged woman was welcoming. There's a napkin hanging on his shoulder. Sally guessed that she was doing work when she and Zean came.

Zean nodded in response to his mother's father's labor greetings. He chose to enter and immediately sat down on the living room sofa.

"Drink what, sir?"

"Whatever, Bi," he answered lightly.

Sally just kept quiet, sitting next to Zean. He did not dare to ask and say anything. The man beside her was leaning with his eyes closed, he guessed again that her husband was exhausted.

"Okay, I'll prepare first."

"Bi Minah." Zean's back is vertical. He looked at his assistant who stopped immediately.

The woman nodded. "Yes, Young Master."

"Mama and Papa are home, right?"

Bi Minah smiled faintly. "There, Young Master. Would you like to be called too?"

"No, Bi. Just go ahead."

"Good."

The woman in brown clothes backed off. After a few minutes, he returned with a tray of two glasses of orange juice, a small plate of biscuits, and pieces of fruit.

"Please, Miss."

"Thank you, Bi." The girl smiled sweetly. Being treated so well, Sally was happy. At least, even though the husband sucks, the people in the Pratama house are being very nice.

One glass from the table moved into Zean's hand. The man took a quick sip. The thirst effect made him not have time to offer Sally.

Meanwhile, his wife only noticed Zean's behavior. The girl swallowed. The orange drink invited Sally's hand to grab it. He does the same as his husband.

"Come on, to the room, little girl!" Zean moved agilely, pulling Sally's arm after putting the glass down without turning his head.

Sally reflexively choked as Zean's pull made her stagger. The orange juice spilled, soaking into the white dress worn. Sally's mouth and two eyes were rounded.

His heart began to splash with flames, he wanted to get angry, but was at the house of in-laws. As a result, it can only stretch the chest.

Zean pulls his wife's glass. "Oh, you're still drinking, yeah. Sorry, Sa, sorry." Zean's hand pulled out some tissue. He crouched down in front of Sally, helping to clean the clothes.

The girl was still patting her chest and back to ward off the pain.

"Already, sister," said Sally as she felt better.

Her husband who was still on the floor looked up. "We're resting, yeah."

Sally nodded. He followed Zean up, then climbed the stairs one by one.

The door of the room opened, Zean stepped in, while Sally was precisely pecking on the spot. His tanned eyes moved wildly, sweeping each side of the room. Now, Sally only realized that her husband's room was twice as big as her room at the Birawan residence.

Rooms with clean white painted walls, floors with tanned wood motifs, thin curtains cover the window glass from top to bottom. The sofa and television were attached to the wall, a small nightstand flanking a large bed. All of those sights made Sally blink half in disbelief.

"Hey, Little Girl. Why is it there? Coming in!" Zean's voice resuscitated Sally from astonishment. Mr. Tomi's first daughter came in and closed the door.

"Sleep here."

The clock is set at 13:10. Zean blinked for a moment, popping his ears at the knock of the door several times. He took off the bolster he hugged during sleep, sitting for a moment before finally heading towards the bedroom door.

"Yes, just a minute." Zean replied as he continued to step up. One hand covered the mouth that was still yawning.

Door opens. Bi Minah smiled faintly.

"Young Master, sorry, awaited Madam and Master downstairs for lunch. He's been waiting for that."

Zean nodded, assented and said he would come down immediately after washing his face.

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"Not yet awake, Bi?" Ms. Lyra asked when she saw her housekeeper walking down the ground floor. He who began to take the husband's rice stopped.

The words of the Madam stopped Bi Minah's steps. The middle-aged woman replied politely, "It looks like she just woke up, Madam."

Bi Minah's answer was enough for Ms. Lyra. Zean's mother asked her assistant to go back to the back.

"The kid." Ms. Lyra said softly while handing the plate that had been filled with rice and a full side dish to the husband.

Mr. Bobi who has been a listener since, chimed in, "He's tired, Ma. Cities A and C were not enough for just ten or twenty minutes. Let it go, it'll come down."

Mr. Bobi's words are not wrong. Driving alone for up to two hours must be tiring, not to mention if stuck in traffic. Hot air, the noise of other vehicles must also make dizziness.

"Ma, Pa." The hoarseness coming from the stairs distracts the two parents who are just starting to eat. They stopped, then looked at the approaching son and daughter-in-law.

Sally grabbed the backs of her two-in-law's hands, then kissed alternately when she arrived.

"Sit down, eat right away. Must be hungry."

"Yes, Ma" replied Zean.

The man pulled out a chair, then sat down comfortably. Food is taken Sally. Whether his wife was reflex or indeed acting, Zean was not concerned about that.

"You guys staying over?" Not had time to bribe food, Ms. Lyra had asked again.

Mr. Bobi cleared his throat and managed to distract his wife. He said, "Ma, let them eat first. Let's talk later." Zean's father was not very pleased with his wife's attitude that disrupted the activities of the child. In fact, Sally and Zean had almost devoured the food. However, because of his mother, so stop together.

"Come on, Ma." Zean smiled, then devoured the first feed of his lunch.

Sally was silent. The girl didn't talk too much. An awkward feeling is still on him, considering he has not long known the husband's family.

Mr. Bobi has rarely been to the Birawan family since Sally High School, if you visit, the girl is not at home. They rarely met, once met clearly even in the hospital when the grandmother was coming home to the Creator.

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