Tolerate It's.

Jiani Wu's.

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The afternoon streets of New Bond St, London are always crowded as usual, people passing by. Either it's for home or it's just leaving. The spring breeze did not make them waste the scenery beautiful enough to wash their eyes, although it seemed that the local people were bored. Unlike Jiani, this Chinese-Indonesian-born woman has always liked the atmosphere of this country. He would always admire every corner of the city that was stepped on this Continent.

If he could, he would love to live there. Have a house in the suburbs, enjoy coffee and bread with refreshing views. He was too lulled by this foreign country, so he fell in love forgetting to go home.

Jiani came out of the Dior store with some paper bag bearing the famous brand logo. His ears are stuffed Airpods fill with the song***You from Lily Allen. He always liked the cheerful vibes of the song even though the content of the lyrics was compared back, but it was okay for him, he did not like a few humans. He just loves his life and he loves himself too much. The definition self love.

He muttered the lyrics of the song and stepped cheerfully, his smile not even giving a smile to anyone who glanced at him. Seeing how much people loved him, Jiani believed that. Because they returned the smile Jiani gave.

When he was here, Jiani was finally able to walk freely without a stalker even though sometimes there were one or two fans greeted him. His fans turned out to be out internationally and Jiani was very proud of it.

Jiani Wu is an artist since childhood, she has a talent in the field of acting in theater since childhood, then he often follows into the role of a child to the point that he famously concurrently always takes the lead role in a feature film. Jiani never took on a project to appear in Television, she always took on big projects such as feature films only. Her career since she was in her teens soared great, people focused on her beauty, her body which is very much the ideals of women, as well as her sweet smile made people who saw her exposed to the virus smile back.

But sometimes he is upset. People never focus on the greatness of his acting. They only praised his visuals without seeing his abilities, rarely people who were sensitive to it. As usual, people would talk about it casually like this; she was beautiful, deserved to be more famous. What Jiani wanted was; yes, her acting skills were great, it was worth it that she became even more successful.

But yeah, he doesn't care much now. All he cares about is money, no money, no life. However, the important way the money flows. Jiani did not care about the chatter of the netizens right then and there, the important thing is that she was already working with her abilities.

The song changed with a phone ringtone.

Jia clucked slowly, annoyed by being disturbed but still he lifted because it was his sister who called, "Yes? To the point, please." Jia still continued her steps while hearing the voice of the man in the country.

"That's arrogant! Very busy, you." He said with annoyance.

"Yaudah, Hello, Cici's most handsome sister, what's the news? Why call?"

"Here's madesu. I have news, Ci. You hunt home, seriously." He said it made Jia curious.

"What the hell? The real you if you snack. Don't make Cici curious. Obviously try." His ink while stopping his steps because he was already on the side of the road crossing red lights.

"It's about Mamih's legacy, Ci."

"Which line? Isn't his legacy talked to by all Mr Hatman?"

Mr. Hatman was their family's personal lawyer for a long time. Who always take care of, handle all the punishment when the family needs.

"There's a legacy that hasn't been read and this is for you, Ci. This is about the relics of the Mamih hidden continue to be deposited into the sodara mamih's stepfather."

"Yes, why? Judah, if signed, the sign is safe, right?"

"Unfortunately no, Ci! This situation turned out. I abis cross check there. Moso ancur all."

"How's anthur? Why are you talking non sense?" Jiani became increasingly upset because her sister was involved in explaining.

"I can't explain much, anyway you have to go back, Ci."

"I'm on holiday woi! The one that was really told to go back!"

"Yes this is still lacking, you have clearly tried. Let me understand and be clear if I have to go back."

"This is about mamih, you have to hunt back, Ci. Mamih must be sad to see it's rich like this."

"You don't be manipulative like this, Kai! Make me so follow me anxiously," This time Jiani kept silent in the lobby while listening to her sister speak.

"Seriously, Ci. This time I'm serious, not papih's orders let you go home."

Indeed papihnya always asked Jiani to return to Surabaya but the busy schedule Jiani could not fulfill his request, especially sometimes his papih always tried to match him with his friend's son. Now he's suddenly missing his papih.

Moreover, seeing in front of him there is an interaction of a man with a little girl there. They laughed crisply while eating ice cream. Jiani wants ice cream.

Suddenly his tears seeped on his face, flowing suddenly. He missed both his parents.

He rubbed the corner of his eyes that let out those tears plus the child sensitized to look towards Jia. "Mas Asa, look at Mbak is nanis," he said in a still unclear tone.

The man who was playing while the boy turned his head, looking towards Jiani. Jiani was instantly embarrassed. He pretended to cleared his throat then turned his important body not looking at them.

"Ci, you okay?"

"Yes? Okay, okay. And then will I return."

"Judek. I'll tell you later, if you come back. Let me pick you up at the airport."

"Yes, I'm dead with you, Kai. Thanks, the info."

"Yes, Ci. Love you, bye!" Then the phone connection was cut off.

A little boy tugged at the end of his blue-black dress. It was the little boy he was looking at until he cried. The little boy smiled with his chubby cheeks.

"Hello, do you want ice cream?" He offered his used ice cream.

Jiani chuckled at that, "Hi, gils. No? I can buy ice cream if I want."

"Ah... Jela knows her English again." He said with an innocent face made Jiani tickle.

"What do you want to say?" Ask Jiani.

"Well, what about nomong bica indonesia?" Ask in amazement.

"Can dong!"

Instead of answering Jiani's question, the little boy clapped his hands still in shock knowing that the aunt in front of him was a person who could speak Indonesian.

His claps stopped because someone called him, "Jel! Let's go home! I'm looking for you." That's the guy that played with this kid.

Jela approached the man without saying goodbye. Jiani looked at him with focus, the man glanced at him at a glance until their eyes flashed and then the man's smile greeted him warmly, compared to the cold London weather with strong gusts of wind.