Jum Wo Ai Ni

occasion

"Emh ... It turns out that acting is tired yes," said Juminten while stretching his muscles.

"What acting?"

"Hu'um acting, it's worth the price of the artists is expensive. My acting was good, wasn't it Dy?" juminten asked back, smiling broadly at the husband who was walking towards him.

Dylan tapped his buttocks at Juminten's side, with his eyes glaring at Juminten's face. A disappointed streak was indistinctly, on Dylan's face.

"So that was you just pretending to accept my proposal?" dylan's voice sounded lethargic, like people eating less.

"Hehehehe .. If I refuse, you will be ashamed. Yes mending I pretended," he replied grinning guiltlessly.

Dylan took a deep breath as he closed in, it turned out to be as painful as this felt. Dylan opened his eyes, looking into the wife's clear eyes with a bland, offended smile on his lips. He grabbed Juminten's hand, peeling gently.

"What makes you doubt, how should I make you believe that I really love you?" ask Dylan seriously.

"Do I have to split my chest so you can see my heart?"

"No, it costs a lot. After surgery, I also bother taking care of you. Better money to buy cilok," replied Juminten.

"Jeez Squid, seriously little napa. I'm talking poetic, you're raw!"

"A serious one, right? you know the cost of the hospital is expensive, especially you want surgery for your chest, must be expensive. And obviously after the surgery you need time to heal the wound, who's bothered if not me" Juminten's cerocos ketus.

"I think I accept you. What is my status in your heart, actor? an affair? thumpy? I know enough about Dylan. You are a man who already has a lover, even you and he have explained it clearly when we are getting married. Then what is the reason I accepted you? Wanna be everywhere, big lady!" continued Juminten with a high tone, his heart felt a little relieved to be able to vent emotions.

"I've already broken up with Jessica, I've had nothing to do with her!" dylan.

Juminten's eyes were perfectly rounded, he was very surprised by Dylan's confession. Is this one of the man's tricks? or .. ah it's not his business, but he can't deny. Juminten was delighted that Dylan had truly parted ways with Jessica.

"When did you break up?" Juminten pulled his hand from Dylan's.

Elegantly he folded his hands on his chest, leaning his body backward, to lean on the back of the sofa. Staring at Dylan with the gaze of an eagle, like a policeman interrogating a suspect.

"We fought and I ran you down the road the other day" he replied with a sour face.

"So how? I broke up with that woman. Can we start all over?" Dylan's face looked hopeful.

Juminten. " I'm sorry, but I'm not entirely sure about you."

"Why? at least give me a chance to make you sure. Open your heart just a little, don't you have the slightest feeling for me?"

Juminten took a deep breath before starting to speak again, his face slightly looking up at the ceiling.

"You make sure first, do you really like, really love me, or your feelings are just an outlet for being disappointed and wanting revenge on Jessica. If you ask me how I feel, I honestly love you."

Dylan's eyes sparkled.

"Before you break my heart, by reminding me of my position," Juminten said as he looked at Dylan with a sweet smile.

Behind Juminten's smile, Dylan could feel the wounds he had inflicted on his wife.

"I'm sorry" that's all Dylan can say.

"Cumi Truth?" Juminten just nodded.

"Thank you love." Dylan hugged Juminten tightly, making the woman grimace so strongly that Dylan hugged.

"Udah ah, no!"

"Yes sorry, I'm too happy." Dylan let go of his embrace, a wide smile curling across Dylan's lips until his eyes looked like they were closed.

"Dy, I'm hungry. I want to eat rice padang pake kikil sambel Ijonya a lot."

"Ready!" Dylan got up from his seat, he walked over the desk. Contact Raka using the office phone.

"I want you to buy it." Dylan immediately put back the phone handle he had just picked up.

"Ready Queen! Rice padang pake kikil with lots of sambal ijo, come soon. Yes wait!" Dylan rushed out.

Juminten looked at the husband's back with a smile.

"Eh forgot." Dylan went back into his room.

Cup

"Imun first," he said after a quick peek at the wife's lips.

Elsewhere, a woman is on a rampage from not being able to get into her apartment.

"Who are you daring to keep me from entering! this is my apartment, move out!" Jessica tried to break through two large men standing guard at the door of her apartment.

One of the men pushes Jessica's body, until the woman is knocked over. The red-haired woman complained of pain while rubbing her buttocks that kissed the floor.

"Learnest how dare you push me! Let me in, or I'll call the police!"

The two men in black looked at each other, then looked at Jessica with disdainful gazes. Some people who happened to pass by looked at Jessica questioningly, some even deliberately recorded.

Feeling the center of attention, Jessica quickly stood up and tidied up her clothes.

"Who are you guys? Are you Monica's man?" guess Jessica.

"Mahaha ... I know, she must be jealous of me!"

A man came out of Jessica's apartment, throwing a large suitcase in front of Jessica. The red-haired woman was shocked, she looked at the man hatefully.

"Not much of a punch! get the fuck out of here. This is no longer your apartment, and all your belongings are already there!" raka snapped while pointing at the gray suitcase lying on the floor.

"What do you mean?!"

"Is it still unclear I'm talking. Mr. Dylan took back this apartment, and all the stuff he gave you. But yes, if jewelry and other branded goods consider it compensation during your courtship with Mister," said Raka, staring in disgust at Jessica.

Jessica's hands clenched firmly, she looked at Raka with guts. It's fair that all the credit cards Dylan gave him couldn't use.