Trapped in Love Little Girl
CHAPTER 39

The car drove across the city streets, the clock pointing at 14:10. The scorching sun must have stung the skin, looking so slow trotroar at that time. The roadside trader seemed to close his place of trading for a moment, perhaps it was better to take a break for them.

Lisa has been asleep since half an hour ago, after feeling full because of her lunch. Leon was still focused on driving, his heart still asking with the number of families in the hospital. And most importantly, who was the man he was looking at.

Her sister said if she would visit Sally, but why the sick bed was not the girl. Could it be brother Sally? I don't know, Leon doesn't really know much about the girl he likes.

All Leon knows is that Sally is Lisa's best friend. He goes everywhere with his sister. The son of one of the entrepreneurs in town A, the owner of an independent soul and not spoiled. One thing Leon liked the most, Sally never made use of the parents' wealth. The girl felt that if the same, born of a rich or a no-one, for her that was the best destiny.

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The trip took almost two hours more, jammed as usual. Dion's headed straight for the room. The teenager seems to be tired.

Screaming at will, asking bi Mur to bring a drink to the room.  Miss Anna and Tomi are just shaking their heads, looking at their youngest son.

“Sorry Dion yes, Bi.” Sally placed the glass on the kitchen table, after finishing a full glass of water from a gallon.

“Eh, Non Sally.” Bi Mur's hurry is approaching. “Nona is okay?” Bi Mur asked without looking at Sally. He was busy circling Sally's body, just like Lisa who had just met when she arrived at the hospital.

Sally sighed, she then dodged from bi Mur. Pull up a chair and sit down. Sit sideways and support the chin.

“I'm not papa, Bi.” Back sigh, “the evidence is still intact kok,” he explained further.

Bi Mur was just a mangosteen, and was heard several times in gratitude.

Sally took a deep breath back, then threw it away slowly. “But my husband, Bi ...” Drooping down, he seemed not to heart to continue talking.

“Young master why, Miss?” The facial expression that had pointed to relief, now turned worried again. He just realized, if there was no sign of Zean's arrival just now.

“She ... suffered a bone injury to her left leg, Bi. Now still in the hospital, tomorrow may just be home.” His hand that was supporting the chin, now switch to supporting the head because it may feel heavy.

“Yes, Non. Aunt is sorry, yes ...” The woman who has served decades in the Birawan residence approached, then hugged the young lady in the house to become a backup for Sally's soul which may indeed be fragile.

His heart was in pain, every look at the girl he cared for from childhood to adulthood was blatantly showing a look of sadness.

Since childhood Sally rarely grieves, has a stubborn nature, making her not crybaby like a girl generally. Until that time comes, the soul that is usually strong and strong, must be destroyed when his grandmother asks him to marry the son of his grandmother's adopted son. Running as far as possible because he did not want to accept the reality, but it turned out to lead him to guilt. The grandmother left before retracting her words, the last request that cost her granddaughter's life.

Still stroking Sally's head gently, the two people in the kitchen were startled by Dion's screaming voice coming from her room. The young man's room was below, so the screams sounded so loud.

“Ck! That brat!” Sally clucked bitterly, seeing the behavior of her slightly arrogant sister.

“Sorry yes, Non. Aunty should make a drink according to the pesenan young master.” Sally nodded, then moved from sitting. Choose to go to the room, and rest yourself that has been tangled since yesterday's incident.

“Can not heck, do not need to scream,” said Sally cynically, found the sister in the door of the room.

The fifteen-year-old boy simply clucked and whined, then walked into the room without permission. Lazy feeling responding to the advice of the brother.

Huh!

Sally murmured, she then sauntered up to the room immediately.

Throwing his bag away, taking off his shoes and then slapping his body in bed, he slept on his back. It felt so airy bed with baby pink bed linen.  Enjoying comfort for a moment, after a few days he could not sleep well. Keeping Zean for two nights, by sleeping just leaning on the gurney, made his back completely numb. There's a couch in there, but Sally won't. Zean asks to go home, he balked. Until her husband shared the bed, she refused.

For a long time because only rubbed the bed sheet with his hands up and down, making him sleep for a long time.

Until not feeling it, knocking on the door woke Sally. He then opened his eyes.

Huh! Why is it so dark.

Unaware, if you have been sleeping since the afternoon. He even missed telling Zean when he got home. Walk by crawling, looking for lighting switch. The knock on the door of the room still sounded, he hurriedly opened.

“Where is it, Sa.” Ms. Anna was already at the door, holding the phone still on her cheek.

“Hose, Mi.” He still rubbed both eyes, collecting lives and eliminating the rest of the drowsiness.

There was a sound of Anna's mother sighing, then thrusting a cell phone at her son. “Zean phone, he says you didn't pick up his phone from earlier. So phone to mami.” number

Sally still blinked a little confused, but received the cell phone's mouthpiece as well. “Mati Mi time my phone, I haven't seen. Still in noh bag, the goods.”

Ms. Anna sighed again, “Yaudah the hunt said, already from earlier nungguin.”

Finally Anna's mother left, immediately leaving her son's room.

“Halo, Brother. Sorry I overslept,” said to Zean.

“You must be tired, yes.” That sound was from the other side of town.

Ck! You're that or what the hell, you already know what to say.

I'd love Sally to say that line, but I can't bear it. He just twirled his eyes because he was lazy. “Ngak also really, maybe because the atmosphere is right for sleeping.”

Not lying completely, because it was the hot weather during the trip, suddenly became cloudy this afternoon.

“Where's the sister?” ask Sally again.

“In the hospital, it sucks so much here. I don't feel at home.” Started to complain, because indeed since yesterday the man had wanted to go home since the kiss.

“Huft.” The girl exhaled for a moment, trying to string together a word that could make her husband understand with his wish that forbade him from coming home since yesterday.

“Sabar, yes. Tomorrow ‘kan can go home. It won't be long, it's just hours ..” He switched the phone for a moment in front of him, to see what time it was.

“It's half-eight hours, a few more hours in the morning kok.”

“How are you in a few hours?! There is still 10 hours 15 minutes to go to 6 am!” The tone of speech suddenly ketus, making Lyra and Tomi sir who was on the sofa to look at his son.

Holy hooch! Why is he an emotion. Where is my fault?

Sally felt that something was wrong with her sentence earlier, she forgot that her husband was a little strange. It is as fluid as a chameleon.

“Iya-iya, sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?!” Cut the talk first, hearing Sally was insensitive. Ah, but that's not the sentence that Zean wanted to hear since. Maybe the sentence is missed, but he's too proud to say it.

“Then how?!” The girl's been with the sewot, she can't stand it.

Caring for the devil with all the maturity he trained long ago, she was only a young girl. The real one still has a high ego. It's just that, he always tried to ignore his unstable attitude, he struggled to learn to control the ego, offset the husband who sometimes like a boy.

“Why are you yelling at me?!”

Is wrong! It was completely wrong, facing Zean at this moment. The man was like amnesia. In fact, he will usually be gentle and willing to give up. But not this time.

“Hah ...” Sally was careless, she did not want to serve her husband anymore.

“I want to take a shower. Don't forget dinner. Go to sleep and hopefully get well soon.”

Three sentences he said, as well as closing their conversation on the phone. Turn off the phone without asking for approval, then go to the bathroom.

“Aarrgghh!” Zean is angry with Sally's attitude. No matter the presence of his parents, he just threw the phone on the floor.

Ms. Lyra and Mr. Bobi were aghast, her father was emotional.

“Ze! What are you doing?!” Mr. Bobi is standing up, he is ready to teach his son a lesson.

“Do, Pa. Zean's sick. Resist Papa's emotions.” Ms. Lyra had already pulled her husband's hand, then immediately pulled out.

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