Sensational Husband
The Seventy Nine

Soon Alexa appeared from the kitchen. He brought two cups of coffee.

“Taraaa... We'll have a drink together, yuk! This is my own coffee I made. You should taste my coffee. After that you can sleep.” Alexa shoved one cup of coffee towards Azlan while the other she placed on a table nearby stood up.

Azlan stuck out his hand about to take the coffee that was given. When the coffee was in his hand, the hot coffee was even nudged and accidentally spilled Azlan's shirt.

“Arrgh..” Azlan spontaneously wagged his shirt. Instantly, a sense of heat crept on his skin.

“Yes!” Alexa felt guilty about the incident. His two little hands hurriedly unbuttoned Azlan's shirt to perform first aid at the accident.

Azlan, who was panicked and overheated, could only continue flicking his shirt with his body slightly bent so that the shirt did not stick to his skin. If he is fully aware of what Alexa is doing, of course he will refuse when the flickering hands help him open the shirt.

The shirt is gone.

Alexa was surprised to see Azlan's six pack abdominal skin that rashes the scars of coffee flush. How does Azlan's skin not instantly blush? Alexa flushes the coffee with boiling water which is directly served to the front of Azlan. Of course the heat of jos. Thankfully not blistering.

Azlan stared at the skin of his rash stomach. And he frowned when he realized the flickering finger of Alexa was smearing ointment into the skin of his stomach.

“I can do it myself.” Azlan stuck out his hand to snatch the ointment from Alexa's hand.

Alexa distanced the ointment, making Azlan's hands unable to reach her. Alexa pushed Azlan's chest until the man walked backwards and his heel hit the sofa and sat there resignedly. Alexa sat on Azlan's side and continued her work, smearing the hard, muscular skin that was rashed.

“Already!” Azlan removed Alexa's hand from her stomach. Then Azlan's head wobbled to find something.

“Nyariin what?” alexa's head followed.

“Which temperature?”

Alexa felt the sofa behind her and then showed Azlan the shirt she was wearing. Azlan was wide-eyed at the torn shoulder of the shirt. So focused with a feeling of heat in the stomach, Azlan until not aware that Alexa had pulled his shirt so strong that it finally torn when removing it from Azlan's body due to panic.

Alexa smiled at Azlan who was bare-chested without a shirt.

“I am up.” Azlan stood up while pinching his torn shirt. Naas, the second incident happened. Azlan stumbles across Alexa's legs that run under the table until invisible to him, Azlan's massive body falls on Alexa below him.

“Azlan!”

Azlan was startled and turned to the source of the voice that called out to him. Joan stood in the middle of the room.

Azlan was surprised, but he tried to display a casual expression. He hurriedly got up and stood up, leaving Alexa who was still sitting on the sofa. Why is it always this way? Why does Joan always catch him when he's in this misunderstanding?

Mr. Joan looked at the bare-chested Azlan, her bead eyes then moved to stare at the torn Azlan shirt.

“Pak, don't get me wrong. Look at my stomach rashes. Due to hot coffee. And I took it off. I just tripped and fell, this is exactly what happened.” Azlan.

“This is your time to talk. No more excuses, you have to marry her! Point!” Mr. Joan breezed away without giving Azlan any more time to explain.

Well, it was his turn to discuss the marriage problem of his daughter, Mr. Joan remembered. The turn to celebrate his daughter's birthday, he forgot. Oh gosh.

Azlan looked at Alexa who was just silent and raised his shoulders to return the man's gaze. The woman did not seem to care about the incident just now. As Azlan knew, Alexa did not like it, so why Alexa was silent when her father informed them to get married. Azlan did not know if Alexa was cheering on his papa's information.

“Nona, say something!” azlan asked for help to get Alexa to take action.

“Halah, tell me to marry confused. Saying, trus ah uh, already. No hassle.” Alexa breezed away up the stairs. Leaving Azlan riveted alone.

Alexa enters the room. He reached into his pocket and picked up Azlan's paper.

Intrigued, Alexa opened the piece of paper in her hand.

‘And ask forgiveness from your Lord, and then return to obedience to Him. Verily, my Lord is Most Merciful, Most Merciful.’

Alexa pensively read that line of words.

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