Substitute Mother

Chapters 114. Truth or Dare

Three sundays.

If previously Jeanno still gave him news even in the form of a short message, then the last four days the message has not been answered. Not even read. That certainly adds to the turmoil in Nayara's heart. What if Jeanno isn't okay? he wanted to make a call, but was afraid that the phone would interfere with Jeanno.*

Mark didn't see him again two weeks ago. Lastly the man gave the news that he was going on a business trip to another island and it would probably take five to seven days. Then ask Nayara to take care of herself while she is not around.*

Ironically, it should be Jeanno, not Mark. Benak Nayara at that time. Three weeks passed heavily without her male figure. Nayara longs, really longs to the point where it hurts her heart. He wanted to talk to Jeanno, he wanted to be in his arms, he wanted to be a lover who gave support to whatever Jeanno did. But the figure actually disappeared like he did not want to share his burden on Nayara.*

That afternoon Nayara, who was waiting for the bus at the stop, glanced at the clock on her wrist several times. Exhaling in frustration because the bus he was waiting for did not come, while the raindrops began to fall quite fast. Today, he wants to quickly return to the dormitory to rest.

While waiting occasionally he saw a cell phone, hoping for at least one message that Jeanno replied to. But the flat object did not vibrate, indicating there was no notification. Things that make Nayara disappointed. Reinserted his phone into the totebag and decided to look at the area around the stop.*

Across the stop is a classic luxury restaurant that Nayara never sambangi. Of course, for what he spent millions of dollars just to taste one type of dish, while cheaper and tasty food is still a lot. In her heart the girl was grateful she was still given the opportunity to eat regularly even though it was not an expensive dish.*

A shiny black sedan stopped right at the door of the restaurant. Nayara could see clearly how a very neat-looking driver came out carrying a black umbrella, like he was going to pick up his master. And sure enough, from the door of the restaurant came out a neatly-tuned man who looked authoritative walking in tandem with the driver. His umbrella leaned more towards the man, making the driver's shoulders wet with the rain.*

Wait, Nayara blinked her eyes, trying to convince her that the man she saw was the true figure she had been looking for. The closer the distance to the car, the more clear the figure of the man.*

Jeanno, it's true he's Jeanno Alexander. Jeanno, who has not been seen for three weeks, now looks mature with formal clothes and hair painted black. Nayara smiled, almost crying as she was finally able to meet Jeanno in accident.*

“Jeanno!”*

Nayara shouted, trying to beat the sound of rain so that his call reached Jeanno's ears. Luckily the rain that originally fell with a craze, began to decrease rapidly. Only a few little stubs left.*

“Jeanno!”*

The man looked up and felt his name being called. And when his gaze met the caller who was across the street, his body stiffened. While Nayara, who realized her lover heard his call, then smiled widely. He waved his hand before reaching into the small umbrella on his totebag, intending to cross to meet the lover. Wasting a longing that stuck out his heart even for a little while.*

It took a few minutes for Nayara to realize what had just happened. Jeanno? He was sure the man saw Nayara. To his knowledge Jeanno also had good eyesight. The vision is not blurry due to minus or other eye problems. Why did the man act as if he did not know her?*

Not wanting to struggle with negative thoughts, Nayara grabbed her phone. Hope there's a message from Jeanno explaining his indifference earlier. Nayara was determined to understand Jeanno's explanation. But still, the flat object had no message notification. Dispel the positive thinking that has originally arisen. Does Jeanno not want him anymore? Where is Jeanno always there for her? Where is Jeanno who adores Nayara? The girl squinted her phone, letting the tears she had been holding back flow so hard.*

In the end Nayara realized, Jeanno's absence must be due to something that was not right. Their intensity decreases in communication, and Jeanno begins never to return the message again. He concluded that his relationship with Jeanno was not okay.*

***

The restaurant Mark booked was in the Montana hotel, the only 7-star hotel in the country. The luxury offered is no joke. The bar on the top floor reminds Hannah and Judith of Victoire. A place that once bore witness to how hard they struggled to live. Thank goodness the place was closed. Followed by Hannah and Judith who burned their old ‘kerja’ clothes which are still stored in the old apartment.

“Returned, for all of us”

Mark raised his champaign glass, followed by another.

“You always have good taste when it comes to choosing a place” Jeanno praised, followed by a nod of Judith and Hannah. The one praised only chuckled proudly. “That's because my taste is better than yours”

“Waw, I praise you, but you put me down” in a disappointed tone, Jeanno turned to Hannah. “See, Hannah. Here's how your future husband behaves”

Hannah looked at Mark, extending her hand which was greeted by Mark. “I know. Am I backing down as his wife?”

Judith who had been silent since, chimed in. “I think just back off, before you regret”

“Eii, you guys don't be the stove. I painstakingly got Hannah, and stayed one step away from making her the mistress of Sebastian” Mark advancing her head, stealing a kiss on Hannah's lips.

“Okay, okay, if you want to continue, please book a room” Jeanno looks off guard when Mark chooses to turn his kiss into a pagutan in front of his cousin and Judith. Hearing the curse, the bride-to-be laughed a little. By the way, their table is a private table. So no need to worry about all their activities seen by others.

“I deliberately want to make you env\~”

“Ckck, you are both adults but still fighting like a child” Judith enforce her seat. “What if we play games?”

“What game?”

The one asked shrugged his shoulders. “What's exciting”

“Truth or dare course”

“Good. But I am not responsible if the questions or challenges given will affect the relationship with each other”

Mark also took his seat. “Then make an agreement. To not do dare that humiliate and harm us”

“Deal”

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