Hean To Hema

119. Hema House.

HAPPY READING'S...

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Day after day has passed. there are many lessons that can be obtained by someone.Tears become the most powerful way to mature someone.

make it able to advance and strong to face all the obstacles that may be much more difficult than before.

So also with Hema. more and more days, the woman grows up in a way that is so mature. calm when facing problems and wise in taking choices in life.

The older he is, Hema just put aside his feelings in terms of romance.love, a nonsense. the woman was always busy working until the feeling of starting a new relationship with the men out there was never thought of.

But, the past 1 month, precisely when his relationship with Hean is getting better, the woman is increasingly forgetting the firm stance.

his feelings were mixed again when the man entered his heart again.

giving a light again and convincing Hema that establishing a relationship and committing to a status is not wrong.

Even so, Hema still had doubts whether this was a good path for her later on. Let alone the man who tried to approach her had a child, no longer a virgin like the others.

Is Hema capable?

I don't know, because the more thought it becomes a burden for him.

let everything go like a stream of water flowing from somewhere and emptying into the ocean.

Cigarette smoke billows into the air.

Hean sat alone on the bench right next to the door that was still tightly closed.

obviously the door was locked from the outside because the owner might still be outside.

After finishing his work, Hean rushed to find the address that Hema had given him the last few days.the address where Hema had been living all this time. in a rented house on the outskirts of town.

Not without reason Hema chose this place.in the past when her thoughts were mixed about the many problems that hit her, Hema wanted a fairly peaceful atmosphere. and of course it will be difficult to find, especially not far enough from the house, there is a stretch of rice fields that always accompany Hema during her worst times.

A few cigarette butts were scattered on the floor. Hean deliberately did just that, glancing at the watch on the wrist, to ascertain whether Hema would go home soon or not. because it did not feel like 2 hours Hean was sitting alone in front of Hema's house like this. His body also felt sore, until Hean decided to get up. looking at the spacious yard of the house and curious how things are behind the house.

His steps further led Hean down the side of the house and ended up back there.

Yes this is how he saw the typical scenery of the green countryside.

It is cool anyway, in contrast to the capital where not many plants that grow wild like this.even the barrier of the land with the land of others looks ruffled and overgrown with moss.

Hean checked the back door of the house, pulling it to test the robustness of the door. Yes, at least it is safe to live with a woman who lives alone.

Not only that, the windows next to the house are also not separated from Hean's observation.Surely no thief will be able to break into the house.

I wonder why he chose this house.Inner Hean still wonders.

It didn't take much time until Hean had finished circling the house, again landing his body on the same bench, which he had been sitting on for the past 2 hours.

I want to sleep a little. Inner Hean.

waiting is the most annoying thing in life, until Hean decides to sleep while waiting for Hema's return from the office.

The long bench was not fully able to accommodate Hean's tall body, so inevitably his feet were slightly hanging in the air, while Hean closed his eyes with one hand covering his face from the afternoon sun.

While Hean sleeps, the sound of cars coming and stopping right in front of the gate.can't get inside. because there are other cars that acquire the garage of the house.

Has he come?

Hema got out of the car and wondered.

With a little running step, the woman in a work suit and holding the bag on her right shoulder approached the sleeping Hean without realizing his arrival.

"Hean.." call Hema standing near Hean. made the sunlight that had shone on Hean's face blocked by his body.

"Lo has long arrived?". asked Hema again.make the man who was asleep was awake.put away his hand and open his eyes.see who was talking to him.

A fluffy smile filled Hean's lips.welcomed the arrival of Hema who he had long waited until he fell asleep for a while.

"No. just a moment ago." elak Hean. whereas he's been here almost 3 hours.

especially waiting for Hema to come home from work.

"It's been. but you didn't reply to my message.." Hean explained.

Oh really? Hema's face changed, as implied a guilty hue when Hean's answer just now.

immediately his hand reached into the bag to take his cellphone.

Hema's face changed pias. right, Hean had sent a message first but had not been read at all. Hema also did not check her phone since then, so did not know there was a message coming from Hean.

"Sorry, I didn't see him just now." hema said.

because he had been prejudiced against Hean, even though he himself was wrong.

Hean changed his position to sit up. He noticed Hema who was unlocking the door of the house.

"This all lo's got?". Surprised because there were some snails of roko scattered on the floor, even though Hema had swept it before leaving for work.

"Yes.." Hean answered without sin.

Huh huh? everything been? inner Hema was surprised.

Counting the number of cigarettes was out of curiosity. One two three four five convinced himself that Hean was not only waiting for him for a moment.seen once from the cigarette butts down there.

"Sorry, you must have waited a long time...". Hema felt more guilty.

if he were Hean, Hema might also feel bored alone.

"Agghh.." replied Hean and entered the house.

The atmosphere of emptiness immediately smelled when for the first time Hean set foot in. Maybe this is the atmosphere of a house that is only inhabited alone.

"Lo lives alone Ma?" hean. asked a stupid question because there would be anyone else besides Hema herself?

"Heheh... why?". Hema bik asked. without asking, Hean should already know the answer, right? Hema has always been alone, even the woman has been a kara since the death of her grandmother.

"Sit down.. What do you want to drink?".

"Anything.." replied Hean.

choose to sit while observing the entire living room of the house.

there are no photos hanging on the wall, only a calendar and a wall clock.

"Gue did deliberately not buy items that would be troublesome when moving later." explained Hema. carrying a tray containing cold drinks and a plate of snacks for his guests.

If Hema's time moved, she would have no trouble transporting her belongings.

because basically Hema also wants to have her own home from the results of her hard work so far.

"Emmm.." replied Hean as he downed the drink in his glass.

That's her all right? inner Hema was surprised.

"Gue was thirsty." Hean replied explaining because Hema's gaze was on him just now.

"Hehehe.. I take it again.." suggested Hema. pull Hean's glass and return to get a drink for the man.

Unexpectedly, Hean actually followed Hema's steps into the room deeper than the house.stand observing Hema who was pouring drinks from the refrigerator.

"God.." said Hema was surprised by the presence of Hean who stood watching from behind.

"Gue's going to the restroom." said Hean.

"Oh.. that's.. come in later at the right end there's a door.." replied Hema explained by pointing towards the bathroom.

Hean walks into the bathroom, while Hema puts down Hean's glass and touches his chest.

fuckin' hell! his curse in the heart. adjacent to Hean alone has made his heart beat unnaturally.

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