The Unexpected Marriage
CHAPTER 99 - Women Just Want to Be Understood

"Dret dret dret."

Jean's phone inside the vibrating bag, Sora's name appears on the screen.

But he didn't hear it.

"Sir Zain..., isn't this too much?"

"We're just two?"

Jean asked after seeing so much food on the dining table.

"Why?"

"Isn't this all your favorite food?"

"Yes, anyway..."

"But.., you're so bothered to cook all this up." Jean stared one by one at the dishes on the table.

"Well!"

Jean was shocked when Zain's face arrived in front of his face with a smile.

"Don't I tell you, I'll take you out to eat." Zain.

"I.i..yes, but..can you stay away?"

Zain smiled and sat down next to Jean.

"Well, I'm crazy, my heart can be removed if he does."

"Huh why also earlier I was in follow him anyway."

"And why don't you eat outside, why go to her house anyway." Inner Jean.

Jean is ashamed to try the food Zain had cooked.

"Emm, I don't think it's good cooking either." Inner Jean.

"You like it?" Ask Zain.

Jean simply nodded her head and excitedly enjoyed the food that was in front of her.

"Jean, try this one."

Zain said as he thrust a spoon in Jean's mouth.

Jean, who was not ready to open her mouth, made the mouth fall on the shirt because it was nudged by her chin.

Panicked Zain picked up a tissue and cleaned up immediately, without him noticing that the food had fallen on Jean's chest.

Jean tried to hold back Zain's hand too quickly.

After Zain realized the location of his hand, he looked at Jean whose face had already turned red.

"I'm sorry." Zain said and immediately pulled out his hand that was on Jean's chest.

"I.I have to go to the toilet to clean this up." Jean said the wrong way.

Jean stood up and ran into the bathroom."

"It's..."

Jean came out again because she had entered the bedroom wrong.

In shame Jean asked zain.

"Sir Zain, where's the bathroom?"

Zain pointed at the other door in front of his bedroom.

"Brakk."

Jean closed the door in a hurry.

"Well, what the hell is it that I'm ashamed of." Jean covered her face with both hands.

"Ihik ihik, I better avoid it when I come home from work.

"Why did he try to bribe me?"

"Ooh God..."

"I can misunderstand you."

"For a long time my heart could melt."

"No, I can't get carried away, I don't want to be hurt by love anymore."

Jean argues with himself, while cleaning up the food stains seen on his white shirt.

"Damn it, I remember his face."

Jean clasped her hands in the sink still holding the tissue.

"If.., I'm dating her..."

At first glance Jean imagines when she and Zain are dating.

"Huh.., what the hell is it why I have to imagine that kind of thing."

"Tok..."

"Jean put this shirt on first, I'll wash your clothes."

"The stain is not easy to clean." Said Zain who was waiting in front of the door.

"No need sir."

"I'll wash it myself at home."

Answer Jean.

"Alright if it wants you."

...

Jean came out of the bathroom, unable to remove the stain still visible on her shirt, she walked slowly towards the dining chair and sat down slowly.

"Jean..."

Jean just looked down and ignored Zain's call.

"Do you want to tease me?" Zain.

"Tempting?" Jean Guman.

"You mean?!"

Jean was offended by Zain's words, and stared angrily.

Zain looked down slowly and stopped at the spot where the stain was still visible.

Jean was still confused by Zain, so Zain tried to code what he saw, and said slowly.

"Your underwear is visible."

"What?"

Jean looked down and saw a partially wet translucent shirt making her black bra visible.

"Well." Yeah."

Jean stood up and twisted her body and turned her back to Zain while covering him with her palm.

"Oh, my God, I'm ashamed." Inner Jean.

"Just use this." Say Zain and throw a shirt for Jean to wear.

Jean took it in embarrassment, and immediately ran to the bathroom.

...

After that, there was only silence.

"Sir, I'll go home first."

"Thank you for the food."

Jean's in a hurry to get out.

"Jean, wait!"

"I'll drive you, it's too late."

"No, sir, I'll take a taxi home."

"Jean, are you ashamed of what happened?"

"A'm..." Jean was stammered with the answer.

"If I were your girlfriend, you wouldn't be ashamed, would you?" Zain bluntly said.

"Pa pa's boyfriend?"

Jean could barely say the word girlfriend. The shock made him not know what else to say.

Zain nodded, convincing Jean to make him his girlfriend.

"I want to be your girlfriend." Zain Light.

"I mean father- "

Zain stopped Jean's mouth with his finger.

"From now on call me Zain, don't call me father."

"Deg deg deg."

Jean's heart was beating faster. He felt like he was flying with Zain's words.

"The color you don't answer, I assume you agree to it."

Zain smiled and pulled Jean by the hand and hugged her.

"Tu wait."

"Where is this."

"I haven't answered yes."

Jean's voice was inaudible because it was stuck in his mouth, the shock that was visible on his face made him only able to say in his heart.

"I'm dating Zain?"

"Ha ha."

"Zain and I are dating."

"It's not a dream, is it?"

Jean pinched her own hand.

"Lad"

Hearing the scream, Zain frantically asked.

"What's the matter Jean?"

"You yell, does anyone get sick."

Jean shook her head.

"No, I thought this was just a dream?"

"Trylite trillilit."

Zain's phone sounded.

He reached into his pants pocket, and saw the number five on his phone screen.

"You wait here, I'll take you home." Zain.

Jean nodded with his answer, and then Zain walked out the sliding door made of glass.

Jean walked slowly while smiling her own smile without her noticing entering the room containing the neatly arranged bookshelves.

Then he floated his gaze on the arrangement of the shelves in front of him, and stopped on a picture frame displayed.

"It's.., I think I'm familiar with her face."

Jean took the picture.

"Have you seen him?" Zain asked who arrived next to him.

Jean was a little upset.

"I've seen it like."

"Ah I remember, he's the man who once guarded Sora."

"really?"

Excited to hear Jean's answer, unknowingly by Zain, he grasped her arms tightly.

"Where did you see him?"

"Zain, sick."

"I'm sorry." Zain immediately let go.

"Have you seen him or met him?"

"I don't know if he's the same person, the person I saw on his body doesn't have a tattoo."

Zain thought for a moment, and told Jean.

"This is my sister, we lost contact a few months ago."

"As of now I'm still searching for her whereabouts."

"People I saw, equally or not, she had escorted Sora before her wedding day." Said Jean.

"really?"

Jean nodded slowly.

Zain hugged Jean.

"That's enough, for me to look for my sister's whereabouts."

"Thank you."

"Smith, we'll meet soon."

Inner Zain.

...

In the car, Zain drove his car at moderate speed.

Zain and Jean looked at each other a few times and smiled.

They are a couple who are kasmaran.

Zain clasped Jean's hand and didn't want to let go.

Even in front of Jean's house, Zain still did not want to let go.

"Can you let go of my hand?"

Jean smiled embarrassedly as she asked.

Zain let go of his grasp after he got out of the car and walked around to open the door for Jean.

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up." Zain.

Jean nodded and walked slowly into the house feeling happy.