
Jo was not very excited when he came home from England. He just locked himself in the room. Jo can only lament her grief of being separated from Jessica.
Mama Rita understands Jo's sadness. He's known the problem since Jo came home from England. Jo said she broke up with Jessica.
Mama Rita knocks on Jo's room. He was a little worried about his son's condition. "Jo .. Mama can come in?"
There was no response from Jo. Immediately mama Rita turned the handle of the room door. Mama Rita enters and Jo looks just at the outside view from the balcony of her room.
Mama Rita patted and stroked Jo's shoulder. "Honey .. forget Jessica. Mama knows, it's not easy for you. What Jessica said was true. Splitting is the best way.
"Ma ... Jo loves Jessica," he said.
"Just explain to Jo. Rest assured, if you give up all this and accept this matchmaking then your life will be happy," said Mama Rita.
Jo nodded. "Allah ... Jo's gonna forget about Jessica and accept Hera."
Mr. Wijaya suddenly went into Jo's room. He was surprised to see his wife embrace. "What's wrong?"
Mama Rita and Jo turned. "Papa ... since when did you come in?"
Mr. Wijaya approached the two. "Barusan ... What's the matter Jo?"
Mr. Wijaya also felt something was amiss when Jo returned from abroad. He only knew Jo was going to the USA instead of the UK. His own wife told him that. Although Mr. Wijaya feels strange. The reason why Jo went there, while their branch company only exists in the UK.
Jo groans. "There's nothing, Pa.!"
"Jo .. soon you'll be married. Papa hope you can accept Hera." Mr. Wijaya patted Jo on the shoulder. "Papa is sure, if you keep together, the love will grow by itself."
Jo smiled. "Yes ... Jo will learn to love Hera.
Hera .. This is all because of you. Look at it later, your life I'll make like hell, Jo's inner.
Mama Rita and her husband came out of Jo's room. When Mr. Wijaya wanted to embrace his wife's shoulder, Rita's mother refused. Lord Wijaya became astonished himself.
"Honey .. Why are you?" Mr. Wijaya followed his wife in the room.
Mama Rita folds her hands in her stomach. "People are satisfied now?"
Mr. Wijaya did not understand the words of his wife. His forehead wrinkled. "What the hell is it?"
"The father has broken our child's heart" upset Mama.
Mr. Wijaya seemed to think. The assumption is correct, if Jo went to England to see Jessica. "The spoiled child has broken up with her lover?"
Mama Rita is getting upset. "Pa .. we raised Jo as a child not to make her obey our desires. Mama doesn't want to, Jo thinks that she accepted this matchup because of return.
Mr. Wijaya rubbed his face. He didn't mean it that way. He also loved Jo. Mr. Wijaya just wants Jo to get a good woman.
Mr. Wijaya hugged his wife. He wanted the anger of his wife to subside. "Papa just wants our son to get the best."
Mr. Wijaya left his wife in the room. He went down the stairs to the family room. Mr. Wijaya pulled out his phone and started dialing a number to call someone.
"Hallo .. You make Jessica's name more familiar. Make him shine with a brilliant career" said Mr. Wijaya.
Mr. Wijaya turned off the phone after hearing an okay reply from the receiver.
"That's all I can give you. As a thank you for ending your relationship with Jo" murmured Mr. Wijaya.
Mr. Wijaya did that because he himself also felt sorry for Jessica. Therefore, Mr. Wijaya wanted to thank by making Jessica's name famous.
*****
Both families who will be besan are in the boutique. They will do the fitting of the wedding dress. Hera looks confused choosing a dress that suits her.
Mama Rita has been calling Jo. His son has not come yet. In terms of mama Rita already said that today they will fittings clothes.
"It's possible soon" replied Rita.
Hera came out with a wedding dress dangling beautifully on her body. Everyone was amazed to see the beauty of Hera.
"You are beautiful, Hera" said Mama Rita.
Hera blushed in shame. "Thank you, Ma!"
Jo parked his car in front of the boutique. He went out and went into the shop. Jo approached his family
"Ma .. sorry there was a little business," said Jo.
Mama Rita holds Jo's body. "What a shame."
Mr. Wijaya nudged Jo's arm. "Look .. Your future wife is so beautiful."
Jo looks at the appearance of Hera wearing a wedding dress. The dress was perfectly attached by forming the curves of Hera's body. Very sexy and very fit in her body.
Hera's really sexy, but she's sexier when it's plain, Jo's inner.
Jo didn't blink looking at Hera. The two parents laughed at Jo.
"Jay .. It looks like we have to get them married quickly" said Mr. David.
"You are right, David," said Wijaya.
They laugh at Jo's behavior. Hera also smiled sweetly at her future husband. Jo endured the shame of being caught watching Hera.
I can't blink seeing Hera, Jo's inner.
Hera went into the dressing room. She looks troubled when she wants to take off the zipper of the dress that is behind.
Hera then called the boutique waiter from behind the room. The one who came was not a boutique waiter but Jo. Hera gasped at Jo who was behind her.
"Jo ... What do you want?" ask Hera.
"Let's help you" replied Jo.
Jo turned Hera's body facing forward. She then unzipped Hera's dress. Jo then takes down Hera's dress.
"Jo .. You don't mess around."
Jo chuckles. "We are getting married soon. This isn't the first time I've seen you plain."
Jo me**mas sensitive parts Hera strongly. "Feel .. You have broken my heart."
"Sick .. release," said Hera.
Jo shut Hera's mouth so as not to make a sound. His hands are still playing in the area around there. "Because of you, Jessica and I split up. After we get married, I'll make your life suffer."
Bugh
Hera kicked Jo's groin. She immediately put on a dress to cover her body. Jo who feels pain then reflexes touch the sensitive part of hers.
Hera immediately leaves Jo out of the dressing room. Jo grimaced sickly and clenched furiously. "Take a look at you, Hera!"
Jo came out still in pain. "Hera .. You are outrageous. Why kick in here anyway. It could be bad if my little brother gets hurt. My little sister has never had the pleasure of making love.
Tbc
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