Jum Wo Ai Ni

Mayleen's Attention

The roar of the car sounded away, Juminten smiled as he waved at the driver who looked indifferent. After the red car passed the large fence, Juminten lowered his hand while sighing heavily.

She has played the role of a good wife, serving her husband sincerely, even though their marriage is only on paper.

The little lady swung her steps, entering the magnificent and luxurious house. Yeah, it's been a week since they moved into Li's mansion. Although it was hard to leave her mother, but as a wife, Juminten was obliged to obey her husband.

"Jum, you're ready" Mayleen's voice stopped.

"Where are you going Ma?"

"Streetings, you're not saturated at home constantly." Mayleen smiled as she tidied up her shoulder-length wavy hair.

"Yes Ma." Juminten continued his steps to the room.

Actually in his heart he really wanted to visit the nephew who he had not looked at for a long time. Since getting married, Juminten has not had time to visit Dimas, somehow the teenager now looks like.

After wearing jeans and a bright red t-shirt, Juminten met the in-laws waiting in the living room, Mayleen sitting gracefully and seemed to be talking to Parman. Juminten squinted his eyes, looking at the large number of items on the table.

"This is what Ma?" juminten asked, the girl stared at the two pockets on the table.

"It is, yuk leaving. Ntar's out in the afternoon." Mayleen got up from the soft sofa she was sitting on.

"Man, you take everything to the car!"

"Good Mistress." The middle-aged man carried the bag on the table, and rushed to the car.

Juminten immediately followed the footsteps of the two people who were in front of him. Once everything is ready, according to Mayleen. Their car finally drove away from the big house, slowly down the streets of Surabaya.

Actually Juminten was eager to ask their purpose of leaving. However, he did not want to be considered chatty by Mayleen, Juminten was more silent.

"Jum, do you think Nak's staying at home?" mayleen asked, with a gentle look at Juminten.

Juminten smiled sweetly.

"Hardness is Ma, why did Mama ask that?"

Mayleen smiled, she grabbed Juminten's hand. The look in his eyes was so shady, there was longing and sadness in the look in his eyes. Somehow Juminten always felt that Mayleen was like that when she saw him. It was as if I had found someone she longed for.

"You're not afraid you're not at home" Mayleen said earnestly.

"You don't have to worry, Jum. Moreover, there is Mama Sarmi who nemenin." Juminten returned the hand of the in-law.

Juminten smiled sincerely, he did not want to see Mayleen feeling sad. Although in fact, Juminten felt foreign in the mansion. Not because it's uncomfortable, but maybe too comfortable.

The mansion was very different from the simple house he occupied with Mirna. In the mansion Juminten was very limited, he could only interact with some servants who worked there.

Gardener, security guard. All Juminten know well, although only a week there Juminten already familiar with them. Juminten's nature is supple and cheap smile, making him easily familiar with others.

"We invite Mom and Budhemu to stay with us Jum, Mama knows you are worried about their situation," Mayleen bargained. He wanted to make Juminten feel comfortable at home.

"Thank you for your offer, but do you want Ma?" asked Juminten with a sad face.

"When Dylan stopped moving to Mama's house, Jum had persuaded her to come along. But I don't want Ma" continued Juminten.

"If you want, Mama will help you persuade Mirna. She'd want Mama to talk."

Juminten's eyes sparkled expectantly, the face that had been lowered now he stood up and looked at Mayleen with a smile.

"Really Ma?"

Juminten immediately hugged the in-laws tightly, Mayleen smiled and returned Juminten's embrace.

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A woman with brown hair walked gracefully. The beautiful woman walked past the reception desk just like that, without saying hello or just asking.

The employee who sat at the reception desk did not stop him, he already knew who the beautiful and arrogant woman was.

"What the hell is that? why play nyelonong?" ask a woman who just became a receptionist yesterday. He whispered asking his senior.

"When you don't know, she's Jessica. The model that has been selling lately," replied the senior flatly.

"Why are models here? our company has nothing to do with entertainment?"

"You know, he's Mr. Dylan's girlfriend. But I don't like him, so arrogant. Udah ah .. do not gossip continue, quickly finish your work."

"Every senior."

Jessica took a special elevator, she was not willing to jostle with employees in the office.

Raka who had just walked out of the room, squinted her eyes, looking at the figure that had just come out of the special elevator. The man stared in disgust with a screech, to be honest all this time Raka did not like Jessica too much.

"During the morning Miss," Raka greeted politely, despite not liking Jessica. However, Raka remained polite and showed her friendly smile.

"Where's Dylan?"

"Master is in his room. Do I need to take it?"

"No need!" push Jessica with a ketus. Raka kept a friendly smile, she nodded then left Jessica just like that.

"Based on a proud woman, without Master she could not have been as famous as she is now, ha. Let's just hope Mr. Dylan quickly regains consciousness, and leaves the pestle behind" Raka muttered at length.

Jessica stepped for sure, her clasped hands outstretched pushing against the large wooden door that was in front of her.

"Darling!" squeak Jessica spoiled.

Dylan who had been bowed to see the report given by Raka, straightened his face. When I heard Jessica's voice.

"Hi Darling." Dylan got up from his seat, and Jessica rushed into Dylan's arms.

"What made you come all the way here, hem?"

"Of course miss you," Jessica replied with origin, her face still sinking in Dylan's field chest.

"really longing? Don't want anything else?" dylan Goda.

"Of course, why are you asking like that." Jessica pulled her face away, with lips pursed like a mouthpiece Jessica looked at Dylan with dislike.

Dylan chuckles. He pinches Jessica's nose, but before Dylan can land his fingers on Jessica's nose. The woman immediately brushed off Dylan's hand violently.

"Don't touch it, how will it blister?"

"Yes, I'm sorry I forgot."

Jessica was upset. Just last week Jessica's nose in the permak, can be chubby if scuffed.Yes, although not her personal money that she used for oplas. But it was Dylan who financed all of Jessica's care and needs.