Lost, Love of Two Hearts

Gun Shoot

Jasmine opened her blanket as Byan had left her alone in her room. Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief and got up to sit while wrapped around her body with a blanket as she was still naked.

Jasmine grimaced in pain as she was about to move her legs to the floor. But as much as possible he endured the pain of being able to step onto the toilet.

"Akhhhh, it hurts so much. Do all women feel this kind of pain on their first night?" Jasmine walked so slowly towards the bathroom.

After finishing the bath and dressed casually, Jasmine started going to the kitchen and ate the breakfast that Byan had prepared on the dining table. Jasmine ate quietly without any anxiety or anxiety like in her old home while living with her stepbrother.

Jasmine went back into the room then she picked up the bed sheet that had a red stain there. Instantly Jasmine recalled about the game of Byan to him.

"Hei Byan .. look at this, this red stain is proof that I am not the careless woman you thought I was before," Jasmine smiled to herself looking at the bedsheet in her hand while cursing at Byan.

But it instantly faded his smile as he recalled the poor treatment of Byan.

"Ihh, what the hell. How do I remember that perverted guy, aghhh!" jasmine is upset when she remembers Byan.

Jasmine walked into the kitchen and began washing the stained bed linen on the washing machine until it was clean. He is trying to learn independently from now on. Unlike when he was in the luxurious house of his stepfather, he never did the slightest bit of homework because there were already some servants who served him like a king's daughter.

And now, it just feels like being away from luxury is so tiring. He had to wash clothes and cook. But Jasmine was lucky that her mother used to love teaching her to cook. Although the cuisine is not good, at least Jasmine can cook thanks to her mother.

At night, when the clock was right at 10 pm, Jasmine was still awake. He can't sleep. He was still anxious if Byan could get into his room even though his room was locked. Byan must have had another way to open the door to Jasmine's room. Jasmine knows that Byan has another spare key. Therefore, Jasmine tried to find out the duplicate key of her room that was stored by Byan.

Jasmine rushed into Byan's room and searched everywhere for duplicate keys, such as the wardrobe, in the nightstand, even under the bed, the toilet to search for duplicate keys.

"Where did Byan put the duplicate key? I am not calm if the key has not been found," said Jasmine while wailing towards the door of the room, beware if Byan had gone home.

"Where else should I find the key? It's very difficult anyway. Hey, key .. Where are you?" Jasmine sighed as if giving up.

"Which place am I not looking yet? There it has been, there, there, continues there as well already, emm ... oh that's what is?" Jasmine twirled her body around letting go one by one whichever place she had been looking for.

But something made him curious. Inadvertently Jasmine's eyes were fixed on one of the places that he thought was strange, namely a minimalist door that was very unique. Jasmine finally got closer.

"It's like a door? But what door? Is this a secret door?" Jasmine fumbled at the door and opened it slowly.

Chequelek

Luckily the door was unlocked so it was easier for Jasmine to enter it.

Jasmine was stunned by the place. For a moment he glued and rounded his eyes.

"I-this is what place? Why are there so many guns and pistols here?" Jasmine slowly drew closer towards the display of the rifle and pistol there.

There are also a few rifles, quite a lot of pistols on the walls and also glass cabinets. Either it's real or it's fake or it might just be a collection.

Jasmine slowly pulled the glass cabinet to pick up a gun and saw it came from Germany, then Jasmine saw the other gun that turned out to be from Italy, some from Russia and even America. And Jasmine unceasingly looked at some of the other pistols just to see from which country the gun was made.

"Actually what did Byan do with all these guns and rifles? Moreover, this item is all made from abroad," said Jasmine who is still haunted by curiosity until she forgot the duplicate key she was looking for.

Boldly Jasmine grabbed the rifle. The rifle came from America. The shotgun that Jasmine thought was cool and she was quite familiar with was like in the Sniper movie she had seen.

Jasmine knew very well if the rifle in the Sniper film had a strong enough function especially to aim at something from a distance.

"Well, I feel like Chad Michael Collins, he's a cool, handsome sniper. I really like him, "Jasmine is trying to practice the shooting style of the actor she likes so passionately.

"Is this weapon real?" Jasmine flipped through the rifle by questioning its authenticity to herself.

"But if all these guns were real, how could Byan use them? How did Byan buy all these expensive weapons?"

Jasmine momentarily guessed with her bad thoughts.

"Or don't all these guns be illegal? Oh no ... Byan's a mafia? There's no way I'm married to a mobster" Jasmine was terrified.

"Oh my God, I can't marry the wrong guy, right? Byan's not a bad guy, is he?"

"Jasmine, you idiot! I want to marry a stranger like Byan. Moreover, I've done the first night with Byan. Well, how's this? He's the one who's made me not virgin now, arghhh!" Jasmine regretted what had happened between her and Byan.

Jasmine was so very upset and angry with her mind that she was still erratic, guessing something that was not yet known the truth. He is anxious and increasingly afraid of the reality if his assumptions are all true.

Jasmine turned to painting someone a dashing and handsome man. The painting was quite large and made Jasmine become puked looking at it. The painting is a picture of Byan's face.

"Hey, you're a striped-nose guy. It could be that you set me up and you have taken away the precious treasure that I have been guarding all this time. If you mess with me again, then I'll kill you, you know!" jasmine muttered as she raised the rifle in her hand and pointed it at Byan's painting as if Jasmine was going to shoot at Byan's painting out of her frustration.

"I'll kill you, Byannnn!" jasmine shouted as she advanced the rifle in her hand on Byan's painting.

Just venting his anger. Jasmine would not dare to shoot even if she did not know there were bullets or not in the rifle.

"Dead you Byan, die you, die you, die you...!" jasmine said nonstop.

Before long, there was a baritone voice that suddenly startled Jasmine as Jasmine was focusing on cursing the painting of Byan in front of her.

"Jasmine, stopnnn! What the hell are you doing? Don't play with that gun!" byan said out loud.

Jasmine was shocked to the point that she accidentally pulled the trigger of the rifle in her hand, let alone the rifle was unintentionally aimed at Byan.

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"Aghhhh...!"

The bullet missed and the sound of firing sounded huge.

"Jasmine...!"

"Bigelin!"