Husband Setting
Jen The High
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"We're close, always together, vacation together but 'we're the others too. There's a crew, there's a friend of hers too, so what's to be privileged about? About the photos of me and him who are just the two of them purely as a tool to make him more famous. You know what I mean, right? Sorry, not a smug, but yeah .. 'cause the truth is, isn't I more famous than he is?"
"Rather, he's driving lo popularity, is that it? Pansos, what?"
"Gue didn't say that, yeah .. lo nyimpulin."
Jen squeezes her phone when Diego returns an understatement. Without feeling her cheeks are wet. Biting lips withhold sobs. Really what he witnessed was a reality that was so slapping. After Diego sweetly said this morning, he did not expect this to happen.
The voice from the video again moved Jen from her crying. He turned the phone back to his face.
"But what about this photo?" the questioner, who did not show his face, held out the phone to the camera.
Diego looked alert, but then he grabbed a cellphone that had been on display in front of the camera.
"Weiisshh .. This is privacy, Bro!" Diego again chuckled at the phone.
"No-no-no, that's proof that you're the same Jen, isn't it?"
Diego rubbed his forehead, as if hesitating to answer. "You know, partner with benefit! Without feeling, just having fun."
BRACKET!
Jen throws her phone furiously to the end of the room. Then it kicked down his desk and squeezed the table with mounting anger. That's so disgusting. A partner with benefit? Without feeling? Just having fun?
Vaya, who was at the door, rushed in. Worried something happened to Jen.
"Jen? Are you all right?" Vaya stared at Jen and the whole room, until her gaze fell on the phone lying on the floor with the screen that was out of shape. Crumbed.
Vaya ran over to Jen, stepping over the phone that was no longer clear sound and images. He grabbed his best friend who was resting his face with both palms.
"Jen ...," said Vaya over Jen's head. He stroked his best friend with love, even he also felt the sadness and wounds experienced by Jen until he was swept away in the sobs of Jen. Vaya knows very well how Diego treats Jen. There is no woman who is not dear when loved and glorified. Vaya admitted Diego had crossed the line when showing their kissing scene.
"It was Diego who took the picture, Vay. I banned it." Vaya tries to tell the truth. He shook his head, the rebellious soul inside Jen woke up. He is always exalted, until when someone humbles him, disbelief tears his mind. Jen's name is always good and clean, and even though it's Diego, she has no right to demean Jen and her good name like that.
"Yes, I know that. I even knew what the atmosphere was like." Vaya gently pushed Jen's shoulder, then she had tears welling up on Jen's cheek.
Vaya who saw it understood correctly, that Jen sacrificed everything to help Diego get a lot of attention. Jen introduces Diego to her partner and the brands she has worked with. Jen once also thrust Diego on her brother, until finally the international brand glanced at Diego. Accompanying Diego during a difficult time in his life. It's only natural that Jen is angry now. Diego was too cruel to repay Jen's kindness. Roughly speaking, most of Diego's brilliance was thanks to Jen's intervention
"I fully support what you're going to do to her, Jen. I'm hurt too, tauk! But beware, Diego could be dangerous." Vaya's lips shriveled convincingly. He shook Jen's shoulder, pressing full of support.
"I go first, yeah ..," Jen said, nodding. His anger really can't be contained anymore. Jen is not just thinking about herself, but thinking about her mother's reaction. He could not imagine how much his mother had been hit by this news.
"Be careful, yeah. I'm sorry I can't make it." Vaya shakes Jen's shoulder. Step together through the door.
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Darren gassed his motorcycle back down the streets of the city which was quite crowded despite the time had gone by noon. Darren overtakes the zigzags to get to Jen's place. Usually he is quite good at doing it. But this time he was in a state of pressure so he was not so focused, finally when he arrived at a crowded crossroad, Darren was late to brake and hit the bike in front of him to the bottom.
"Ah shit," said Darren. He got down and helped the driver.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm in a hurry." Darren helped the father stand up and straightened his bike. One bag full of food boxes lying in the middle of the road, the contents spilled everywhere. Oh My ... Dareen biting lips. This must be the order of the people, Darren sighed inwardly.
"Way be careful donk. I'm losing it this way, aren't I?" the father grumbled. He wailed in annoyance at the boxes of food that were spilling on the street.
"I'll compensate, sir. How muchisit?" Darren picked up items that could still be salvaged. But he really has no time now. So he immediately took out a wallet tucked in his pants pocket. He remembers having cash.
"Three hundred thousand," tightly the man looked at Darren. The face full of dislike for Darren appeared once on the man's face.
There were five hundred thousand in his purse, and he gave them all to him. "This, sir .. the rest is for the father's treatment. If the bike is damaged, just come to the VIP Gym, sir .. I work there!" darren said without pause. He put money into the man's hands. Then he went back on his bike before the man followed up with another objection.
Darren watches the surroundings as he has stopped in Jen's studio parking area. There were some people who seemed to be watching over the main door made of clear glass. Then there is a car with a dark window film that is parked not far from where it stops, but obviously there are signs that are prohibited to stop. Darren took off his helmet and walked casually into the studio. Darren knows quite well who Diego is, a name that's been shining this year. From her usual habits, the newshunter must be preparing to come here to raid Jen. So when it's quiet here, Darren suspects they're just hiding and waiting.
"Why did you come here?" Jen stopped at the end of the room. Vaya behind Jen stopped and smiled awkwardly.
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