SINGLE MOM.

chapter 8's

...Author point of view....

Jessie and Troy sat side by side, while Beckham sat in front of them, separated by a glass table that stretched in the middle. Jessie feels like she's in court right now. The atmosphere was awkward, and silent. Moreover, no one has started the conversation yet.

Troy deliberately silenced the atmosphere, he wanted to wait for his closest friend who started the chat. Mr. Beckham is a close friend of Troy, only if in front of people, they look very formal and professional.

Jessie cursed in her heart, she wanted to resign, but was afraid if even in thought impolite. To resign first. Jessie threw her gaze at Troy, Troy who pretended to be ignorant, just smiled faintly.

“How? Is everything under control? You know Mrs. Jessie's? The doughnuts you make are really savory and sweet. It fits my tongue.” said Beckham honestly, after tasting a donut in the back, just now.

“Thank you sir, restrained? What is under control?” Jessie raised one eyebrow, Troy threw a sharp glare at Beckham.

Because Jessie was focused on waiting for Beckham's answer, making Troy who threw a sharp gaze, not caught. Beckham was immediately oh long, after realizing that what he said was too hasty.

“I mean, can you control the kitchen? Everything works well together, right?” beckham explained. Jessie nodded her face, she smiled sweetly.

“Of course. Everything is very manageable. They're good, though... Rarely smile.” ringis Jessie at the end of the sentence, considering the staff who look very flat, as if unhappy.

“Ah, they are indeed famous for their flatness. Because the head of the kitchen of the hotel Andreas, since the first never smiled.” said Beckham honestly, Jessie eye-pleasing wonder.

“Is that kitchen head Mira?” ask Jessie to detail. Beckham shook his head straight away, he let out a long sigh. Makes Jessie even more curious.

“Not. The Mira you call Miracle. Just served for two years.” replied Beckham, Jessie glanced at Troy who had just been silent. It turns out Troy is looking down, while scrolling the screen of his original phone.

“You are a friend?” I don't know where Jessie's fear, he dared to ask because it was covered in high tang curiosity.

Again Jessie just focused on looking straight at her eyes, until when Troy lifted her face, then shook her head firmly with slightly enlarged eyes, Jessie did not notice.

“No. He's my boss.” said Troy who replied quickly. Though a little hesitant, Jessie nodded in return.

No, there's no connection with him either. Even if Troy is Beckham's personal driver, it's none of his business anymore. Troy stood up from his seat, followed by Jessie and Beckham simultaneously.

“I have to work Beckham immediately. Ah, I mean Mr. Beckham.” Troy smiled awkwardly, however, it was easy for him to hide his nervous look.

Jessie turned to Troy, raising her eyebrows at the receipt, as the man pulled her out, clasping her hand. Didn't give Jessie time to shake hands with Beckham.

“He's not your boss. You shouldn't shake hands just.” Troy said with a sigh, as he opened the steering door in front. Jessie felt Troy was forcing himself to get into the front seat.

Troy held onto his shoulder, then Troy pushed Jessie softly, until Jessie sat in the front seat. Troy immediately closed the door, he circled the car, and got into the steering wheel.

“I don't want you to touch a lot of men.” said Troy who sounded very positive through his own hearing. But not with Jessie who thinks that Troy is bringing up his past.

“So? You're judging me that? Intentionally touching a lot of men? Who's the guy you mean Troy!” exclaim Jessie ride apitam, “You think I accidentally touched a lot of men? When I want to shake hands you also judge me to deliberately touch many men??” ask Jessie sharp. Troy immediately shook his head.

“No! I'm not making-”

“Enough! Even if I was depraved in the past, that doesn't mean you can say such a vile thing! No one deserves to judge me. No one!” jessie's sizzle is sharp, with her chest pounding even tighter.

“You think you're great?? Carry a fancy car, make friends with the rich, then rule as you please. Everyone bow to you. You think you're great?!” jessie asked, with eyes that stared at Troy sharply.

“You will still fail in my eyes. It will still fail. You're not the grown-up Troy I know. You are just a stupid man who does not know the signs of sacrifice and struggle. ” Jessie said weakly, with reddened eyes. Holding back the cries that wanted to come out.

Jessie's words just now, it felt very piercing, until her heart. Troy held his breath, Jessie looked straight at him. Not looking at Troy.

“Rapidly run the car.” Jessie said coldly, she did not want to be like a stupid woman, who just wanted to get down on the street.

“Jes--”

“Run or I go.” Jessie cuts Troy's words quickly.

Troy rubbed his face rough. By force, he immediately turned the gears of the car. Her lips that wanted to explain were locked, as it was still digesting Jessie's sharp speech, which was a fact. No matter how great he is, Troy will still fail in Jessie's view. Troy knew he had failed. He failed to be a good father. And Troy was aware of that.

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Troy was pensive on the balcony of his bedroom terrace. He had brought Jessie home, and the woman, still whistled hard to stop in front of the alley. Not directly to his house. Troy was holding the balcony railing, he was enjoying the very cool night air.

Not to forget Troy held onto the nicotine stick he breathed in every moment his mind was in turmoil. Troy smoking. Although he hated cigarettes, long ago. But at the age of four, Troy desperately needed the deadly substance, for his mind.

Torn of Jessie's sharp remarks while in the car, making Troy become unsettled. Even back to remembering his crimes five years ago. At that time, in the hospital.

Troy shook his face quickly, convincing as he could that what he was doing was for Jessie's good. But his own heart cried out, affirming that he was a big-time bastard. A very depraved one.

‘Doctor, you should keep your mouth shut. What I did was good for the mother of my babies. If you try to open your mouth, I won't hesitate to throw you in jail.’

Troy's ears were hot, his face stiffened, as the shadow of what happened five years ago, in the hospital, loomed over him.

...Author point of view....