The Love of the Assistant

Chapters 24.24. Attention and Spirit

Jennie stepped her feet slowly towards her room. His face still looks upset. After all, he also felt bored throughout the day being in the villa, especially in the room. No entertainment just a few books he took from the workspace Raka was just a little more he frowned.

"What's the difference with prisoners like this. It's not tied up, but I don't have freedom anymore. Who really wants to destroy me." Jennie grumbled softly as she opened the door of her room.

Jennie threw her body on the mattress while still pursing her lips. He never thought of the way his life was never smooth.

"I shouldn't be in this world. Maybe if my mom dropped me a long time ago it's better." He stroked the rough tears that slowly dripped down his cheeks.

His life has never been happy since. And Jennie felt worse because until she grew up her life was never good.

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"She's a sweet girl." - Ronald broke the silence created after Jennie's departure.

"But baby, so many trials that he had to endure. She's a strong girl." The man spoke again.

"He was present because of the selfishness of his parents. And of them he had to bear many burdens. Being a puppet in his own family and even nearly losing his life."

"Om knowing?" The man beside her nodded in response.

"Is it possible that all of it was the actions of his stepfamily, om. Everyone knows that they haven't accepted Jennie's presence in Darou's family all along. Especially her stepmother and stepbrother."

"All events are not that simple, young master. We can't even deduce everything by just looking at what happened."

"I mean om?"

"There are some people who sometimes choose to use the opportunity to bring down their opponents simultaneously. But he can play beautiful until no one will suspect him and even he will be free from all charges. Does the young master understand my intentions?"

Rayyan nodded, very difficult to guess and guess because anyone can be unexpected if it does not have false evidence then everything will be in vain. Even more fatal, there will be new victims who should not be victims.

The case that befell Rena at that time is one example. Even Rayyan who went down directly to help Raka did not get any results until Rena's guess really died into the final conclusion. And who would have thought, behind all the events turned out to involve Citra and also Reni because of the wrong information.

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Long sobbing makes Jennie tired, physically tired even more mentally tired. Not only was his body crumbling softly but also his heart.

The two eyes that still look swollen begin to open. Jennie looked around, her heart ached again. When he was in a bad position, none of his family became a reinforcement. Let alone to entertain even worrying about himself as if no longer possible.

"My presence is only as a burden for others." Jennie smiled at her fate.

The eyes that were back condensing looked up at the ceiling of the room. Trying to come back strong and no longer shed tears.

"There's still Papa Arlan who loves me. Although I should know myself about my position in life but Papa Arlan's affection never changed for me."

Both of Jennie's eyes turned towards drugs, her eyes were still slightly reddened seemed to be squeaking to see a paper bag was there.

"Feelings were not there, then who put it?"

Jennie's forehead is crimped in, her hands still holding the latest mobile phone box that is still wrapped neatly.

"Whose phone and why are you here?" Mumbled.

Not to mention Jennie's surprise now the girl was surprised by the sound of knocking on her bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" Rayyan opened the door of the room without waiting for a response from the occupants.

"She's getting better and better, if I change clothes or fall asleep how?" Jennie grumbled inwardly as she stared at Rayyan without any expression.

"The phone is for you, I know you're bored. There's a new number attached there. You can use it for your benefit. But you need to remember one thing, never contact people who know at least until I have revealed who are the people behind the tragedy that befell you."

Jennie was silent without answering. His two eyes were as if they were not tired today to melt the tears. Without being asked, the clear liquid dripped down his cheeks that were never again polished make up since the fateful incident hit him.

"Why is she crying?" Rayyan looked at Jennie, her forehead wrinkled as if thinking what was in the mind of the woman who was sobbing in front of her now.

"Thank you, thank you for still caring about me. All the families I have are moving away from me. I am a human being who was never expected to be present. Until I was like a deadly virus they should avoid." Jennie said with sobs that broke again.

Rayyan was still standing not far from the bed where Jennie was sitting. The man with a sturdy body and sharp gaze seemed to sigh and rub his face slowly.

"Ck, crying won't change anything unless you're willing to try to change it yourself. Don't be weak!! because being weak will make you worse. People won't sympathize with you, but they'll bring you down."

"Trust in your own abilities and do not benefit your life to others. Think about your own life and what is best for you to achieve. Not thinking about how people will consider you as well status and how you live your life. They will still assume no good as long as the hatred, envy and dislike are attached to their hearts. So, why would you bother to think about how outsiders would judge you?"

Rayyan said slowly but with great emphasis. A few days living under the same roof made him slightly change his judgment about the fragile woman before him.

Jennie raised her face. Her wiped her rough tears and reviewed her smile. This time he can be more open to accept all the words of the man who has always been dubbed by the name of the face of the wall. Although it sounded thin but what Rayyan said made the spirit in him rise again.

"Thank you, because you've awakened me. I promise I'll change for the better as you say. Thanks, assistant Ray." A smile puffed up at the corner of Jennie's lips.

"Ckck, I told you not to change for anyone but for yourself. We're not that close!!" after all!!"

Jennie smiled, the girl no longer felt the heartache of Rayyan's words. He was already aware, if the man has his own character in cultivating the spirit for others.

"Remember!! don't call anyone you can't trust including your own assistant." Rayyan passed away leaving Jennie who was still silent while commenting on a smile.

"Rayyan's right, I can't be weak. It's time I got up and stood on my own two feet."

Jennie wiped the rest of her tears and opened the cell phone box that had been in her hand. One number was already there making Jennie's smile come back.

The finger lentiknya again type a number that became the second number stored there.

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