Jum Wo Ai Ni

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Dylan's narrow eyes opened, not knowing when he was closed. The screaming sound of a cell phone forced her to wake up. Dylan's forehead shriveled, with the man's narrow fist hitting him on the head several times. Dizzy and heavy, he tried to stand though with a stagger, his body hurt from a duel with his love rival.

Long waiting for Juminten never to come home, Dylan decided to look for him. He went back to the place where he dropped off Juminten. And circling the area around there, he also searched the old house of Juminten but still did not find the whereabouts of the wife. No one nearby Juminten whom Dylan knew, he decided to return home.

"Where is he, why hasn't he come home yet?"

Dylan paced back and forth agitatedly, he continued to contact Juminten's phone. The squinty man continued to try to dig up the memory of someone he could ask about the whereabouts of the wife.

"Do I have to ask the man?" Dylan screeched in annoyance, he could not remember anyone Juminten's friend other than Heru.

A very clear man harbors a liking for his wife. Dylan could feel that, as Heru had been arguing with Heru earlier.

There was no other way, he had to ask Heru. But, how he contacted the man, his phone number alone he didn't have. Dylan recalled that Heru said Juminten was working for him, and that he had no fault in remembering that Juminten's shirt was a work uniform.

Dylan rushed to his room, hoping to find a clue there. Arriving in the room, the slender man immediately opened the closet of the wife, Dylan's eyes immediately pointed at a colored t-shirt like the one Juminten was wearing earlier this afternoon.

Soon he took the shirt, a picture of the shirt and the name Washolic was on the right chest. Dylan was stunned for a moment, so Juminten had been working at the laundry all along. Dylan lowered his head, even more regretting having said inappropriate things to his wife.

Dylan leaves where Juminten works, hoping to find his wife there. Instead of getting a clue, Dylan got a raw bogem from Heru.

Flashbacks.

Brugh

Dylan fell to his knees, as Heru floated a punch in his stomach. After a few blows he received earlier.

"Huh ..cuih!" Dylan spat out the fishy-feeling blood from his mouth.

"Whenever you hit me, Jum is mine" said Dylan.

Heru, who was as battered as Dylan, pulled back the collar of the slender man's shirt.

"He needs me, not a cowardly husband like you!" he said with a high tone right on Dylan's face.

Dylan pushed Heru's body firmly, one punch he gave again on Heru's right cheek.

"He's mine!" dylan.

The two returned without anyone separating. When Dylan came, there was only Heru who was about to close the laundry. It is only open for half a day on Sunday.

The breath of the two gasped, the two men sat on their backs on the floor with their bodies bruised.

"If you don't take good care of him, I'll take him from you. Sooner or later," said Heru with a cynical look, the man held onto his chest which was painful due to Dylan's kick.

"Don't worry, it will only happen in your dreams!" Dylan tried to stand with the rest of his energy, prayer and Heru were in fact just as strong.

Dylan left the place laughing at himself. The fight that was not clear at all because of his musababab, ended in a series and with no results about the existence of Juminten.

End flashback.

Dylan's feet nudged the glass bottles, making them surround, scattered on the floor of the room. Dylan only glanced at a glance, he continued his steps into the bathroom. Cleanses sticky and smelly body.

Heartbroken, because of love reciprocated falsehood. However, he did not cry lamenting his decision to part with Jessica. Instead of thinking of Jessica, Dylan's brain was filled with Juminten's shadows. Yes, the sweet lady kept dancing in her eye peluk.

"Earth! get towels!" dylan shouted from the bathroom.

Silent with no answer, Dylan fell silent, realizing Juminten was not home. The man who had just finished the ritual bath came out without a towel, he only wore shorts that did not change since yesterday.

Again Dylan was glued, when he did not find a clean shirt on the bed. Dylan circulated the view of exploring his quarrel with Juminten, the room looking like a broken ship. Bottles of drink were scattered on the floor, the bed that had fallen out of shape.

Usually at this hour, Juminten is very busy cooking in the kitchen. He could even smell her cooking from the kitchen, the woman would yell asking Dylan to come down for breakfast. A wry smile fell on his lips, recalling the days with Juminten.

Dylan's phone screamed again, reluctantly searching for his cell phone between the messy folds of the blanket. After finding him, he immediately picked up the phone from Raka.

"What's wrong? don't say anything that disturbs my morning!" jolt Dylan with a ketus.

"Morning? it's eleven o'clock, sir."

"Well, I deserve my stomach to sting" murmured Dylan.

"What is the office today?"

"Looks not, I won't be able to focus on working before I find my wife" Dylan replied, twitching his temple.

"There's actually something I'd like to say about Jessica."

"Just as bad as you like, I don't care."

"Well, I'll gladly do it. And another one sir."

"What?" ask Dylan lazily.

"I already know the whereabouts of Young Madam."

"Anj*ng, why didn't you say it from earlier!"

"Hehehehe ... intentionally Sir," Raka laughed so content to harm his superior.

"Quick say!" dylan was impatient.

"The lady's at the xx health center like she's been treated there since yesterday."

Dylan hung up his phone, he walked quickly to the closet to pick up a change of clothes.

The red car sped up quickly, overtaking several vehicles that were in front of him. He was worried about Juminten being treated. Many times Dylan swore as the red light blocked his journey.

With a pretty terrible speed, like F1 driver Dylan drove on the streets of the city. No matter the ticket he will receive.

The squinty man rushed down, after his car was parked in the puskesmas yard he was headed. Just as Dylan was about to enter the multi-storey building, a woman with a pale face walked out from there, smiling after speaking to someone wearing a white uniform.

The woman turned her head, the two of their neutrals met. The two were silent, looking at each other at a considerable distance.