Home With Actors

Chapter 03's

Rain still faithfully hit the earth, in the cold and dark night, there was a crowd of people on the highway. A figure who accidentally makes accidents and congestion often thinks of saving themselves from the situation now.

He must be responsible, the demands of society make him have no other choice. His face had been struck by the blows of the citizens, certainly no longer wanted if the stamp of the hand was added to his precious face.

“Pak ... Please help lift him to my car, I will take him to the hospital!” the crouching Pinta Jaskon looked at the girl.

“You'll help him right! Don't do anything weird to this poor girl!” between a man's lungs as if reminding, then crouching intends to lift the girl into a parked Jakson car not far from there.

The rain was getting heavier, the crowd on the road stopped the traffic and made a traffic jam. The girl they laid in Jakson's luxury BMW.

Jakson saluted, saying goodbye to the people who were still in the crowd looking at him, he promised to help the girl who was hit by this, with a slightly panicked tone.

Jakson started running the car, occasionally glancing at the blood-stained girl through the rearview mirror in front of him. The day was fucking shit. If it wasn't for the citizen, where would he have helped this poor girl, he thought grumbling.

Afraid his name would be the number one talk of his accident, of course, demanding him to help even though he seemed innocent.

Not knowing who to complain to, Jakson reached into his pocket with the intention of wanting to call Sam, Sam who is none other than the manager and his bodyguard now.

Through the phone he spoke at length, explaining the events in his nature, although it looked panicked Jakson told me. Sam began to give orders. He ordered her to take the girl to his private residence, then called Jim who was none other than his personal doctor, or rather his family's doctor of trust and also his best friend.

Given that he is a famous actor, it is impossible for him to go to such a mansion late at night, what else to bring a woman as a patient.

During this time Jakson never got involved with a woman or even had a dating scandal with other artists. He only cares about his ex-girlfriend, call him a failed moveon.

Kikk..

The car stopped right in front of a two-story luxury house that was none other than his private residence, there had been waiting for a pair of figures who were slowly approaching with a doctor.

“Jakson, what happened?” obviously Sam immediately asked with a tone of voice often panicked, such as when on the phone.

“Jim, the patient is inside, please check him!” jakson said he directed and then opened the door in the passenger seat, showing a weak woman lying in blood.

“Good!” obviously Sam then took over that helpless body with blood that also filled his clothes.

“Be careful!” between a woman who had been staring at them, it seemed that she was also panicking about what she was seeing now.

“You're okay, aren't you hurt too?” the woman asked Jakson who was none other than Jakson's college friend and now as her personal fashion design, call it Nadia.

“My face looks like it's bruised, it's up at people!” obviously Jakson showed a punched wound on his face when after opening the mask and hat he wore as a form of disguise.

“Yaa geez.. Your face is swollen, tomorrow there is a photo shoot at 10 am for you, how is this?” obviously the woman was paying more attention to Jakson's wounds.

“Come, we go in first, let me compress that ice cube of your face!” he explained that often leads Jakson into a two-story luxury house.

“Let's let Jim treat you, too, but. You stink of alcohol! Did you get drunk so you hit that girl!” guessed the woman while after sitting compressing Jakson's handsome face.

“I'm not drunk! I did drink but still realize!” stirring Jakson defended himself staring fixedly at Nadia who was right beside him.

“Already, you shower first there!” nadia orders when after compressing Jakson's face.

“Iya yes! but.. do you think that woman will be okay?” jakson asked before he got out of his place, asking because he was starting to feel guilty.

"Hopefully!" hope Nadia is also unsure.

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If there are similarities in the names of characters, characters, and places, I as the author apologize. This story is merely fictitious, not intended to offend readers and others.