SINGLE MOM.

chapter 41's

...Author point of view....

Not yet 2 seconds, Troy immediately snatched his pleasure'. “Baby kayak real if gini mah.” said Jessie chuckled softly. He rubbed Troy's forehead with his thumb.

Jessie kept looking at my face Troy. He knew that Troy was getting sleepy. Looking at his slowly closed eyes. Jessie let Troy stay in position. It was in this position that he felt that Troy needed him the most. Jessie is happy to be able to make Troy comfortable with her. The man's shady eyes, always managed to make him melt.

Troy fell asleep in his arms. The man's lips are no longer moving at the end of ***********. Jessie stopped rubbing Troy's forehead. He switched to rub the surface of Troy's face which began to grow in sideburns. Troy's sideburns are even pretty rough. Until it makes the surface of his chest slightly reddened.

Jessie gave a small smile, looking at some of Troy's hair strands that were starting to turn gray. As if to remind him that his Troy is now getting old.

Jessie began to slowly close her eyes. He slept so quietly, just like the man in his arms felt. Even the rush of rain outside was unable to disturb the calmness of the sleep of the two of them. Troy who intermittently grinned in wonder in his dream, then Jessie who was getting used to receiving the heavy burden of her husband's body.

In the morning.

Troy opened his eyes slowly. No sunlight coming in. The sound of rain that he heard. In his heart Troy felt very happy, because he slept all night in the arms of his wife's small body.

Jessie began to change positions, until now turned her back to Troy. Troy was so self-conscious that he allowed the little body to curl up while behind him. Jessie's been holding it all night. It was only fitting that he felt that his sleep tonight was so calm. Troy glanced at the wall clock in his room.

It's only five in the morning.

Troy immediately changed his position until now closer to the wife. She hugged Jessie from behind. Stick the head on the back of Jessie, to stick with the chest of her field. Troy rubs Jessie's chest still exposed. Because last night he could not close back some buttons that have been open.

Troy's left-hand jail slipped into Jessie's chest on her right. Swiping his chest that felt very soft on his big palm. Squeezed it a little, because he didn't want to wake his wife.

In the end Troy can only play the end with anxiety. He was so anxious that he wanted to bite his wife.

Fifteen minutes passed, though,

Troy is still in his position. He cannot go back to sleep. Because this morning Efsun will be in the tomb. And Jessie will come with him. Troy awakens from his sleep, sitting beside Jessie-still with his legs straight.

Troy rubbed Jessie's shoulder. And a little gripping him.

“Jessie, wake up yuk, darling.”

Jessie muttered long, “Hmmmm.” very cold atmosphere, plus the sound of rain making her difficult to wake up. He just wanted to fall back asleep, then enjoy this shady atmosphere.

“Jessie, what are you doing hm? This hour is not awake.” said Troy is not as soft as before. It's just his wits so Jessie can wake up faster. Then they can spend time together in the bathroom.

Jessie, who heard this, opened her eyelids. He frowned because Troy was whistling hard to build it at this hour. Jessie finally changed her position until now lying next to Troy. Staring at Troy's face who was also staring at him.

Jessie didn't realize that her pajamas had been open all the buttons, because Troy had played it a few minutes ago. Making the cold pierce his skin.

“You still want to sleep? Don't want to go to Efsun's tomb?” ask Troy idly. Actually he already knew if Jessie would definitely force to come even if for example he could not come.

“Ish, come with me. You there shower first.” Jessie said with a bent face. Troy chuckled at that.

“Here's the shower together. Are you not that cold? Look at his shirt open.” point Troy with a finger pointing at Jessie's chest.

Sontak Jessie looked down. He was surprised to see the condition of his body that was exposed quite clearly. Even Troy can see a part of his chest. Jessie pulled her pajamas back to cover her skin.

“Hahahaha, what's up at lukein, Darling.” Troy smiled slanted, and then got off the bed. His movements did not escape the eyes of Jessie who was still speechless embarrassed.

“Ehh.” Jessie panics as her body is lifted by Troy. But only for a moment, because after that he necklaces his hands on Troy's neck.

“I have what sack? In his carrier is not permission first.” Jessie mendumel's.

“Your body is easy to lift, Jessie.” replied Troy indifferently. Her lips dyed Jessie's temple briefly.

...★★★...

Otherside.

Beckham awaits Troy's arrival in Troy's living room. He sat quietly on the sofa. While glancing around that looked very quiet.

He deliberately waited early. Because Beckham knew that if he woke up a little late, Troy would not wait for him.

A few minutes later, although the sky began to clear at six in the morning. But still the dark weather, can not make the sun show its form. Beckham waited patiently for Troy to arrive. And finally, Troy goes down as well with Jessie who is in

“Gosh. Aren't they ashamed to show you something like this?!” beckham asked in his heart. He saw Jessie was in a sling Troy style bridal style.

The closer Troy gets to his place. The more clearly he saw Jessie's pouting face. Beckham let out a long sigh, finally Jessie was taken down by Troy after the man reached the living room.

“Jessie, you are depressed with this one love slave huh?” beckham asked flatly, glancing at Troy with a mocking look.

“Be quiet, Beckham. Jessie fell in the bathroom. How could I have let him down the stairs with his feet.” replied Troy sewot.

In the middle of that, Jessie was wrongly focused on Beckham's appearance. It reminded him of one of the men he had met. Jessie forgot about the moment. He only remembers his appearance.

“What's up, honey? Is anyone missing? Let Mas take it.”

“Ehh, no, Mas. No.” Jessie replied quickly. He held Troy's arm with one of his hands. Then look up at the man.

“I've seen Beckham before? Is just my feeling. Ah, but not really. I've seen him before. But dima-oh yes!”

Jessie snapped her fingers at a glance. Then with his fierce eyes, he looked at Beckham. “Beckham, you're the guy who was at the supermarket right.” press Jessie intimidates.

Now there is a confused Beckham. But quickly his face changed. Beckham grimaced softly, he shook his head quickly.

“There are many places I visited. What am I visiting you for?” beckham replied realistically. Jessie still doesn't believe it.

“I'm sure it's you. You really are similar to the man I met back then. And-yes, even she paid for my groceries. Indeed he thinks I can't pay it huh?!” jessie complained to her husband. Which now even grimaces small.

“Darling, have you? Going to the funeral. Don't fuss first.” Troy tries to calm Jessie down. He forgot to tell me that one. About him who always told Beckham to always lurk where Jessie is.

Jessie finally nodded. I want Beckham to hit his friend's handsome face. It was Troy who told him to spy on Jessie.

...★★★...

The sky was cloudy this morning. Welcome to Troy, Beckham, and Jessie. Troy placed the flower on Efsun's grave. He crouched down, with a hand holding a tombstone. His eyes could not help but look at the still wet ground in front of him. Especially if it rains all night.

Jessie looked at Efsun's grave. He thought of Nessie who might ask her whereabouts someday. Efsun is a good foster mother. Evident from how Nessie can understand the subject matter, and behave.

Beckham was silent. Yesterday's memory was spinning in his brain. When Efsun with blood everywhere, found helpless in a house. Beckham closed his eyes. Both hands he put in his pants pocket.

Troy turned his face aside, ordering Jessie to be by his side. Jessie crouches politely beside Efsun's grave. His feet were tightly closed at the front. She deliberately wore black leggings, even though the black dress she was wearing reached her thighs. Jessie looked at Troy, and,

“Hopefully with this incident, you can already fall asleep quietly there. I'm sorry I wasn't there in your last moments. I promise to be a good father to both of my Daughters. Thank you for taking care of Nessie with your full affection.”

Jessie smiled faintly hearing that. He rubbed Troy's shoulders gently. Jessie pulled her hand, and began to pray in her heart. Praying for Efsun there.

After the funeral. Beckham went back to work. The situation is back to normal. Miracle was in prison, and she was frustrated after her mother's death. To make the woman desperate to kill Efsun who even though it does not lift the cost of the hospital at all. Because Efsun was only threatening him at that moment. Beckham does not believe that he will be involved in a family problem that is quite complicated.

Troy and Jessie were in the car, there was only silence in it. Jessie looked down, glancing at her hand held by Troy's. The man's thumb even occasionally stroked the back of his hand.

“Where do you want breakfast, honey? Let the kids have breakfast at home. We have breakfast outside today.” Troy said breaking the silence.

“Mmmm, I don't know, Mas. But if I may, I want to have breakfast at a roadside restaurant aja.” Jessie said as she pointed her index finger at the windshield of the car. Pointing to some food space on the side of the road.

“Oke.” Troy nodded. He also chose to stop his car at one of the simple eating places. It turned out to sell foods such as, Bitterballen, Pannenkoeken, and Broodje Haring.

After Troy manages to park his car. He went down with Jessie. This is like a small restaurant that is not too crowded with visitors. The room is not fentilated, but there is a glass that stretches beautifully. There is also room cooling at this restaurant. So indeed the door is large enough to enter and exit the entry of guests, always closed.

The dominating wooden design, makes Jessie feel comfortable. Because it was remembered by Troy's house in the woods there. Troy and Jessie sat facing each other. The table was a barrier between them.

After eating at the restaurant. Jessie ate the food enthusiastically. Troy was happy to see it. He took his phone. He took a picture of his wife with pride in his heart. Jessie did not realize that she was in the portrait, because it was cool to eat the food served.

Troy even ate only a little bit of his food. Satisfied to have seen his wife eat voraciously.

“Darling, don't be mad at Beckham huh? Because it used to be Mas who told him to nguntit you. Let Mas know, if for example someone intends to mess with you.” Jessie frowned. Until his eyebrows fused. But because of her good mood, Jessie finally nodded. This is not a big issue, he thinks.

“So what's your old house? Want to sell it, or you build a cake shop there?” tanya Troy remembers Jessie's house around the residential area.

Jessie choked on hearing that. “Eh, kok sprains. This drink first cepetan.” said Troy quickly, immediately take a drink on the table.

“You know, my home yes time will be sold? Many memories know there. There's Lita too. I think of him, Mas.” Jessie replied after his throat improved.

Troy seemed to be thinking about something. “So what do you want, Sayaaaang? Want to be in a cake shop? Or for your sister's house?” jessie's eyes seemed to sparkle, as Troy proposed it.

“Ih yes. It's you, Mas. His house in Lita. He is also a person who can be trusted, surely the house will be safe with him.” replied Jessie happy. Troy nodded as well.

They finish their food. After breakfast is finished. Troy and Jessie return home. Jessie is sitting on the living room couch. With Nessie and Lauryn in front of him.

Nessie, who was initially stiff on the existence of Jessie, is now getting familiar and wants to continue to be close to Jessie. Like now, when Nessie whines to be accompanied by cooking plays by her.

“Mama, please really close.” whine Nessie so spoiled. With a pouting look on his face. Seeing the lid of the toy pot removed from its origin.

Lauryn is busy with her sister's picture book. Lauryn doodled the paper in slow motion, afraid to cross the line. Making her pretty eyes should be focused on the drawing paper on the table, which Mama had put along with her drawing pencil.

Troy, who was in his study, went out to retrieve some files stored in his room. But his movements came to a halt, upon seeing a simple sight in the living room. The view he had dreamed of for a long time. Seeing Jessie-who is now officially his wife. Playing with their kids.

...Author point of view....