Jum Wo Ai Ni

Fumble

"How do you like it here?" asked Heru while smiling sweetly typical of him.

"Like it, thank you."

"Don't worry, tell me if you need anything, or do you want to accept my offer the other day? it is still passing, you know," said Heru with a serious look.

"Thank you, but this is enough for me. I thank you very much for helping me," Juminten said as he put his hands together.

"What the hell, Cum cum woles, relax. Yes, I live first."

"Yes, thank you again."

Heru nodded small with a sweet smile. However, her sweet smile faded as she turned around, the man with dimples on his cheeks was still hoping on Juminten. But he had to swallow a bitter pill, knowing that his heart was married.

Heru still can not move on from his first love, so great love Heru on cum sweet. He was even determined to organize life into a successful person in order to make Juminten happy.

Heru fought hard after graduating high school so he could open a small business, all for the sake of a name embedded in Heru's heart, Juminten.

He was the one who encouraged Heru to stay alive. In the crisis of his life, Heru once wanted to end his life, because Heru's father and mother always considered him a burden.

"When you go who am I? Don't go, remember I need you."

Actually little Juminten said that, because he did not have a friend to help him move house. However, to Heru those words meant so much, he felt that someone still needed his presence in this world.

"Hah Juminten, where am I looking for your replacement," exclaimed Heru, smoking the cigarette he had just lit.

Exhaling air mixed with nicotine smoke, the man stared far away, at the trees not far from where he was standing.

The love that he so longed for, the love that he saved, was dashed away. Heru smiled bitterly, laughing at his love story.

"At least I can take care of you, even if I can't have you" Heru muttered to himself.

Heru threw away the cigarettes that were still long, stepped on them and then went back in. There's still a lot of things he has to do.

Somewhere else.

Dylan had just finished a meeting with one of the investors. Although bad news about Dylan's company is being heavily reported. However, it did not in any way lower the interest of investors to invest their capital.

They understand and know for sure Dylan can solve problems in the company as soon as possible. If Dylan was the only child of Dawei Li, who was able to establish his own company at a very young age, the lunge of the Chinese man could not be underestimated in the business world.

"Where, your guess turned out to miss. Jessica's still my boyfriend. While the squid hem, in the morning I was just fed tofu with tempeh," said Dylan to his assistant who was focusing on driving.

Raka glimpsed at Dylan with a mocking smile.

"You still take him for a walk, eat at restaurants and still use luxury cars. The facilities you provide for the woman are also still complete, none of which you reduce. Try you swap places with me, maybe the story will be a little different."

"G ... Never mind, you always side with Mama. Sometimes be my ally!" sahut Dylan with a high tone, he did not like when he heard Raka insinuate his lover.

Raka returned only smiling by shaking her head. "The word love can make a man blind. It can make black into white, rotten into money."

"Heleh pretends to know you. I never talk about love."

Dylan did not answer anymore, he was already caught off guard by Raka's attitude lately that likes to belittle Jessica.

Week pass.

News of the Dylan Company's bankruptcy grew, even reporting that some of the Li family's assets were being sold to cover their debts.

Juminten occasionally rubs his back that feels pain. Probably because of the effect of standing all day.

Heru who realized that, walking closer to Juminten, offered a bottle of mineral water to his beloved woman. Juminten gasped, he received the bottle that Heru offered after putting his tool work.

"You don't have to work like this," said Heru as he looked carefully at the face of his first love.

The sweat soaked his forehead and neck, his face flushed a little because he had to face the heat at all times. Heru really could not bear to see Juminten like this.

"It's also good, rather than going around selling hot pegs on the street, hehehehe." Juminten chuckled little considering the time he struggled to spend his wares on the streets.

"Your husband is very lucky to be your wife." Heru's hands clenched tightly, holding back his desire to dock at the top of Juminten's head.

"Lucky yeah, I don't know. Maybe he didn't think like that," exclaimed Juminten looking straight at him with a gaze that was hard to decipher.

Heru could catch a disappointment that Juminten tried to cover up, if he could he wanted to embrace Juminten in his arms. Ask the lover to stay by his side. However, what power is only wishful thinking. Heru does not want to be a destroyer of people's households, let everything go according to God's will.

The sun perched dashing in the sky of Surabaya this afternoon. The small clouds are moving, unable to brush off the very sharp rays hitting the earth.

A red-haired woman with a waistline with a face that grunts annoyedly. The model who considered herself famous was angry, because she had to stand in the heat of the sun.

"Jess get me a screwdriver dong," Dylan asked with his hands turned up without looking at Jessica. The squinty man focused on the old car engine he was wearing.

"More." With a little rough Jesicca put the screwdriver in Dylan's hand.

"Thank you."

"Hem," Jessica brief.

Dylan did bring his old car for a walk with Jessica. He feels challenged to prove to Raka that Jessica is not who her assistant thinks she is.

Jessica will be willing to be hard happy together, she is sure the woman sincerely loves her.

"It's done!" dylan said as he closed the hood of his car.

"Thank God, but it's not going to strike again, is it?" jessica asked in full search, she did not want to be hot again, just once.

This kind of heat is not good for Jessica's plastic surgery skin, her face looks flushed like a boiled crab.

"Dear, don't be angry anymore. Let's go in." Dylan's hand stretched out to hold Jessica's hand, but the woman immediately backtracked.

"Wash his hands dirty!" jessica exclaimed as she stared in disdain at Dylan's hands that were smudged with oil.