She is My Dea (Pursuing a Crazy Wife)

welcome Dea

Alma sat down next to the man. Alma noticed the body texture and behavior of the man.not only that, he also looked up to notice the look on the face of the man who looked similar to someone he knew, when viewed from the side. the lips, nose and even the skin of his hands look like women and indeed women most likely. Alma tried calling quietly with a name.

..."Jasminka???"....

the man did not answer Alma's call, he was still in his most comfortable position, curled up by leaning his head against the glass window of the bus.

Alma also did not continue his call.maybe he mistakenly thought if the person next to him was Jasmine, the girl who is not known for certain news until now.

maybe some people think Jasmine died in a plane crash three years ago, but the campus where Jasmine went to college still considers Jasmine to be missing.

Alma's own instincts are still considered if Jasmine is still alive.it could be that she was stranded somewhere and can not go home because of her injured condition. or Jasmine has found her happiness along with her new family.

however, in the depths of Alma's heart still holds great hope for Jasmine to return and visit her mother's grave.

an hour later the bus entered the city terminal Pdg. passengers who had arrived at their destination were ready to clean up their luggage to get off. in order to get home soon and gather with their families.

Alma woke up from her seat.he had a glance at the man next to her earlier.he got off and circled the bus. to see the face of the man who was earlier.but the net did not find what was in search.

Alma returned to the entrance of the bus to look for the figure.from a distance he saw the figure walking towards the rice stall which was not far from the parking lot of the bus that was on the other side earlier.

Alma noticed the figure from a distance, and he was increasingly curious.what else is the texture of his body that is too slender like the shape of a woman's body.this makes Alma increasingly suspect the figure.

Alma decided to approach the figure, he took a seat right in front of the figure disguised as a man now, who was eating his rice field greedily. like a man who has not eaten for days.

"want to order apo uni? ". ask a waiter who is none other than the owner in the rice stall.

"ambo action does not want to eat. later sajo ya". reject Alma subtly.

"Jasmine". Alma.

while the one called by none other than the woman who was disguised as the man who was none other than Dea, did not care about the person sitting in front of him now. maybe at first he felt uncomfortable because there was someone sitting at a table with him, but because he could not prohibit, too, inevitably he was willing to share a table with a mother who is in front of him now.

Dea still continues to enjoy the rice that is categorized as fatty. if he used to be so attentive to the portion of his meal in order to keep his body lean and sexy. Dea does not care if he turns into fat he will play in order to trick people who pursue him.

"Jasminka".her ear heard a name called from the mouth of a mother in front of him.

Dea did not heed. because the name is not his name.he continues to enjoy his meal.luck if not spent. because tomorrow he does not necessarily get this delicious food.

"Jasmine". this time the mother is more vocal calling the name.Jasmine's only strange thing for Dea is if the mother directs her voice right at her.

Dea stopped her eating for a moment, to make sure her hearing returned

"Jasmine??! ". the call was so soft and straightforward.

Dea looked into the face of a mother who called herself Jasmine earlier.

"Jasmine?? ".The mother called herself back by the same name, but this time with crystallized eyeballs.

Dea looked around and saw that none of the women were near their table, and he scrunched his forehead and showed himself with his dirty right index finger.

while Alma was so happy that she shed tears.if her feelings were doubtful if the current figure was Jasmine, then now she was sure that the one she was holding right now was Jasmine.

Alma suspects that the figure before her is a real woman, and Alma becomes more convinced when she retraces the face that disappeared three years ago.High black eyeballs, pointed nose, and, as well as the color of the skin that is so similar to Jasmine. it's just that the hair is cut into pieces that may be the same as the expression if left long.

"Jasmine". Alma called him back in her arms.

Dea was not struggling. she let herself hug so tightly. for some reason she was so comfortable in a hug like this. still doubtfully Dea returned the hug.

"Jasmine". called Alma as she let go of her embrace. she stared intensely at Dea.

his instinct is not wrong. yes he is Jasmine who has been in his car. and true premonition if Jasmine has been traumatized all this time.so he does not know himself what other people.

"this is Aunt Alma dear. her friend your mama. We go home yo? ".Alma takes Dea home.

Dea was still dumbstruck with a million questions in her head.

"you've been there the same mother than you are hanging here". Dea's brain began to whisper new ideas

"don't.you're safer if you live alone.don't look for new problems Dea. You've tried to stay away from Justin.don't Dea. continue your journey".bathin Dea

"so son. We go home yo? ". persuade Alma.

"it's over there. At least you've got a place to stay for a while." Dea's brain.

finally Dea obeyed his brain, he nodded in agreement to go along with the mother.

Alma smiled happily seeing Jasmine nod her head in agreement. Immediately Alma took care of Jasmine's food.

Alma gently pulled Jasmine's arm into the taxi, returning home to the Inca house. Along the way Alma gently stroked the back of Jasmine's palm. he smiled happily at the girl he had considered his own child.

shortly thereafter...

The taxi stopped in front of a white house as long as the occupants of the house were not there. Alma still came to clean and care for the house of the late Inca.

Dea was asked to go down by Alma and invited into the house.

"goodbye back to Jasmine". Alma said as she brought Jasmine in.

Dea came in and took care of the whole house. eventually her net was glued to a picture frame of a woman who was the same age as the mother who brought her here. the girl's face was so similar to hers if without this kind of polish.

"that's when your aunt and mother followed you to Mdn. you masakin for kito duo.trus you ask to take a photo with you in the studio before your mama returned home.". Alma explained the moment of the photo.

Dea was just mute. In his brain he started thinking about an idea.it seemed cunning indeed, but it could at least save his life now. Dea grinned.

"welcome to my new life.