PAPA BUCIN - Passion Love Hot Duda
There's No Difference..
Ken was just about to close his eyes. But the ringing sound on his phone caught his attention. The man got up from his bed and walked towards the balcony to receive the call.
The view is rolling on the balcony which is next to the balcony of his room. Quiet and empty, maybe the occupying person is asleep considering if it's already midnight.
Ken did not want to take a headache and contacted the person who contacted him again. Because it might be something important that the person wants to tell him.
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Night creeping slowly. Whispering symphonies that allow hearing through the cradle of dreams. And ignore all that. A beautiful virgin barbie berparas not also sleep even though the clock hanging on the wall has been pointed at 00.00 midnight, can not be more precise.
He pulled up a blanket that covered half of his body. The pair of legs moved down and then stepped quietly towards the balcony. His lentic radius pushes through the glass door plan that is the barrier between the balcony and room.
The beautiful curved crescent in the slightly cloudy sky accompanied by the sparkling stars scattered. The branches of the tree weaved in rhythm with the wind and released some old leaves which then became a collection of useless garbage.
A cold yet soothing wind instantly greeted him there. Greeting through his touch.
Jessline closed her eyes and let a gust of wind caress her skin that was as white and as smooth as porcelain. The gusts of the night wind whispered bitter songs in the ears, the murmur pierced coldly into his bone marrow.
Jessline looked up at her face and looked at the dark sky decorated with celestial beads that continued to play out her rays. A soft golden radiance of the ruler of the night hit his body which was only wrapped in a thin cloth of his sleep dress. The air is getting more piercing but Jessline remains reluctant to move on from there.
"I want it on my desk in the morning!"
All his attention was distracted from the night as his sense of hearing caught the cold voice of a familiar person from his right side. Both of his eyes squinted, staring at the figure who stood behind him fixedly.
"Could it be, Master Zhao?" the whisper was slow, floating and almost drowning in the silence of the night.
His pair of hazel beads then observed the figure fixedly. Steady body and porcelain-white body skin. There was a tribal on his back that was poking out from behind the black singlet wrapped in his burly body.
The tribal jutted to the right towards his arm to the extent of the elbow. And for a moment Jessline forgot how to breathe when she imagined how Ken's chest was hidden behind his black singlets.
Suddenly his heart was racing. Jessline hurriedly shook her head. He shouldn't have imagined something like this.
And it seems to know that he is being noticed. The figure is none other than Ken immediately turned his head to make his black iris immediately berirobok with a pair of hazel beads belonging to Jessline.
Jessline gulped. Ken was silent for a while, then the corners of his lips were pulled upwards and formed a paper-thin smile. Whether because of the weather effects or what, Jessline suddenly felt heat all over her body. And Jessline immediately greeted Ken by bowing his body.
"You haven't slept?" reprimand Ken as he steps closer to Jessline. And the woman did not give any answer, instead she shook her head."The air here is so cold, you better get in." Pinta Ken and rejected by the girl.
"Later on, I'm still not sleepy. The weather tonight is pretty friendly and I want to see the stars."
Ken slightly flinched after reading Jessline's exact handwriting as Luna's. Just like Jessline, Luna also really likes to see stars. And the woman always said the same sentence whenever she asked him to go to bed immediately.
"It's up to you, and I'll accompany you here for a while." And Jessline just smiled faintly.
Jessline dared to look at Ken's face as a whole. He did not see the black-robed object he used to wear on his left. The eyes looked fine, only that there was a considerable scar around his eyes.
Maybe because of that Ken closed it because he did not want others to see the terrible scars around his eyes, and only when at home did he take off the roped object and not wear it.
Ken glanced at Jessline who was standing next to him from the corner of his eye. Observing the beautiful figure carefully from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. And in his heart Ken kept wondering how there could be two people who were so similar when they were not twins.
If twins, there must be a difference even if only a little. But Jessline and Luna make no difference at all from hair color, eye color, nose shape and lips to the way they dress and their attitude is exactly the same.
It was in Ken's mind that Jessline was Luna who was losing her memory, but the feeling was immediately quickly picked on by him because with his own eyes Ken saw the lifeless body of Luna and was no longer recognizable by being burned alive in the tragedy.
Although at the time of the incident Ken did not confirm it himself because he was in a state of severe injury. But the bracelet and necklace belonging to Luna found beside the body was added with physical characteristics that further strengthen the assumption that the body was indeed Luna.
"What's up, Mr Zhao? Why are you staring at me like that?" Ken gasped in shock after reading the writing Jessline had shown him.
Ken shakes. "It's okay, it's just that your face reminds me of someone I miss so much." Flat talk.
Jessline was silent for a while after hearing Ken's words. The woman raised her face and looked at the side of the man's face that was just staring flat ahead.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to use you because of the resemblance between your faces. But your faces are really similar, and seeing you can at least slightly treat my longing for her." Ken then looked at Jessline with a big smile. Jessline catches the grief from Ken's sharp eyes.
Jessline immediately writes something to her little book and shows it back to Ken. Because only in such a way could he communicate with the man surnamed Zhao.
"There's no need to apologize, Mr. Zhao, I really understand how you feel because I've also been in your position. Two years ago I lost my twins, they died when I was born. Uncle told me my son couldn't be saved because of the bleeding I've been through."
"And I lost my children before they could even see how magnificent the world was. Though they've survived with me between life and death when I had an accident 3 years ago,"
Ken was glued to see Jessline's outpouring of heart. All like a coincidence that has been outlined. And somehow a push from nowhere Ken suddenly grabbed the woman's shoulder and carried her into his arms. Hugging that fragile-looking body tightly.
Warm, comfortable, and familiar ....
Jessline closed her eyes permeating the warmth of Ken's embrace on her body. Ken's embrace felt so familiar, he felt this kind of hug and warmth, but when and where Jessline couldn't remember.
The eyelids closed slowly, feeling doubtful and unsure. Then Jessline raised both of her hands and returned Ken's embrace.
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Seriate.
