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Chapter 09's

The bib.. The bib..

The horn sounded from the front door. None other than, Sam and Nadia gave the departure code. From the window Jakson just stared fixed car carrying them, it feels empty two friends will go, but how else, they also need time to relax, even if just meet with relatives.

Jakson often daydreams in front of the window, in the face of a car that often disappears behind the fence. He also misses the house, misses the spoiled sister, misses his mother, cold father, and brother and idol.

But whatever the power, if he came back, he might not be able to return to acting. His father did not like him who plunged into the world of film, his father only wanted if he became the director of his large company because he would retire so he wanted his two sons to continue this business.

Trong.. Trong..

The sound of the phone ringing surprised him from a short daydream, he often searched for the origin of the sound, looking for the existence of his cellphone which increasingly echoed in the quiet house.

He dropped a cell phone on a pile of books, bearing the name of the mother on the screen, he swiftly raised the call, wondering what he wanted to convey this beloved woman.

“Halo ma!” the shouts open the chat.

“I'm alone here!” he clearly told her in a slightly spoiled tone because his mother also often missed him.

“Alright, mama can come with Julia, I have no work tomorrow!!”

“Okay bakilah ma, see you tomorrow, do not forget to bring me good cuisine made by mama.. ummuahh!!” before ending the call.

“Biklah, because mama is coming, then I have to clean up, can be hit me if mama sees all this, shhht!” he often stared at the ins and outs of the house that was increasingly messy with dust everywhere along with clothes that were piled high on one of the sofas.

Jakson begins to clean up, with the song accompanying him in the piercing silence of the night. He locked the doors and windows to make himself feel safe.

“Tnight like this, there can't be any paparazzi infiltrating, if there is anyone who infiltrated here he must be a thief!!” his grunts observed the atmosphere from outside the window before closing the curtains and continuing his activities.

A few minutes later he was done from his activities, he was getting tired. Sweat was round in between his hair, he had just done a night sport. With a sigh of relief he laid down his body for a moment on the sofa while observing the room that already looked better than before.

Jakson often turns on the tv as entertainment from his emptiness now. In his own drama that often makes him amazed proud of his acting.

“I am indeed tamvan as it turns out, it is not in vain that I keep this face of mine!!” he was proud to often look at his face through the glass of his cellphone.

“You should be proud of my achievements, if you don't get forced to study business I won't run away from home!!” he often stared at the television screen stunned considering the time when he first started his artist career with his own savings.

“Already, all has passed, now I am getting sleepy, hoamm!!” he awakened from the daydreams of the past and slowly moved from his place to his beloved room.

“But, is that woman beluam aware as well, why?” he often stared at the door of the room where Megan was still asleep for three months.

Jakson stepped foot peeking at the room. Instead of the door staring at the weak woman who had been filled with breathing stone tools and infusions.

Obviously, all of that was the form of Jim's effort in saving him, but he had not been aware of all this while his external wounds had also disappeared without a trace.

“May you recover quickly!” jakson exclaimed at the door before moving to his room, he often felt guilty for the incident that befell Megan, he would take full responsibility when the figure was aware, he said, as a form of apology for the unfortunate incident that was unintentionally.

In the room, Megan's fingers often moved slowly, as if responding to Jakson's speech just now. His eyes also often blink slowly with lips that try to say one word with a stiff. It was heavy that his aunt said the word, his body also felt heavy he could not control.

At one of the tables in the living room, Megan's cell phone vibrates there, someone is calling her, saying police there.

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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.