Women Rolling

Chapter 12's

"Maybe it was my hair color that changed, so Ncing thought I was bule," Austin joked in response to Jasmine's astonished question. "I'm bosen same color blonde. This is just me this morning, itemin" he chuckled as if amused.

Jasmine stunned. The grace of her sweet face displayed an expression yet to receive.

But if that's true then the reason .. makes sense too! It's mangosteen. "But ...."

Austin straightened his body in anticipation. Act like a Torero ready to face the bull raging before him. The horror that was painted on Jasmine's face, simply illustrates that the contents of the girl's head had not fully accepted the dime excuses she had thrown. "But what?"

"Why do you want to bother doing so much for me, these past ten days? Though my loss is not only a surprise also a packet of rice?"

The bull is long! decit Austin's heart is ridiculous.

What do you have to answer, huh? Now he is imitating the chimpanzee-scratch-head-confused style.

"I said .. 'cause I like you, how?"

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Time drags them to an increasingly intimate closeness. Thirteen days passed.

After getting tired of the busy work in the workshop, Austin always moves his legs and body to drive his big motorbike to Jasmine's residence.

Tara was getting more and more excited about the strangeness of her best friend. This is the first time in his life that as long as he knows Austin, the man can feel at home to one woman.

And the crazy thing, which makes the bule even crazier, the one on the map .. bunting girl, Gengkssss! Curhatan Tara on banana leaf.

Sporadis emang bule!

But the sweet-haired gentleman certainly did not want to bother responding to the silliness of the boss and his best friend. Just let him walk in his zone. The crazy he-he is this himself. Just as jan drags the cave!

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Nowadays heavy rain challenges nature. Mega is made black in just a few minutes.

This time Austin didn't use his intuition. He went haphazardly without any preparation for the rain. A moment ago the sun was still spreading warmth throughout Jakarta. Then why the sky can suddenly camouflage to make the bule man feel cheated?

Now he is in a state of drenched. Too late to find a place to pull over, when even the bike is stuck in the middle of a crowded traffic jam.

There is no other option - other than to continue. The distance of Jasmine's house area is more or less only two kilos. Instead, he would borrow Jasmine's clothes instead, inner Austin just like that, without thinking that all Jasmin has right now is loose negligee-dasters ala-ala pregnant women.

Not until thirty minutes, Austin has parked his motorbike in a place that is now his subscription often visited the Jasmine residence. Because the road swooping towards the woman's house did not provide a route for vehicles at all. No motorbikes, no bicycles, let alone trains. Austin just walked down the wall to reach the place of his heart.

Counting only a few steps to his destination, Austin's pair of legs suddenly stopped, his eyes wide open. The rushing river near Jasmine's residence exploded to the point of barely touching the foundation that fortified its banks.

Austin's heart is beating. Anxiety slapped him strong.

He should bring Jasmine to move away from this place as soon as possible, Austin determined. Before the flood completely wiped out the zinc house. Because now the rain may fall every day, because it has entered its time this year.

The door began to be knocked-quite hard.

His eyes occasionally looked up at the sky where lightning flashed dimly and then thunderous.

Unfortunately, there is no guarantee at all from inside the house, let alone open the door. "Jasmine!" Austin began to scream. "Jas!" The knock on the door started to turn into a loud bang.

It was dark from an hour ago. At the moment it is possible that the clock turnaround number indicates the number seven. And Austin's anxiety is mounting. The rain increasingly mocks itself with billions of liters of water that is lowered sky increasingly swift and uncontrollable.

"Benn!!"

Austin flipped his body, then looked up. "Jasmine!" He quickly ran up the stairs where Jasmine was. Grabbing the palm of the woman's hand to help her down. "Slow down, the road is slippery!" Now embraced by the shoulder of Jasmine who had been soaked with cautious steps.

"What are you doing here?" Jasmine asked after putting her foot on and the man was right at the door.

"Where are you from? Why do the gini malem-malem?!" Not to answer, Austin asked. His handsome face was still in turmoil racked up tremendous anxiety.

"I'm abis from midwife, check the contents. But right back home, first try," replied Jasmine. The door had been opened wide after opening its small padlock.

Austin was still standing in the doorway. Jasmine had entered his house.

"Where do I know, you want to come here." Jasmine buy. A towel was given to Austin. "I'm going to change clothes. My door is closed, yes. You wait outside for a moment."

Austin just nodded. The leather jacket was also a white T-shirt he wore, he stripped one by one, then linked it to Jasmine's clothesline in the yard-it rained. Then he began to sharpen his black hair with a towel that belonged to Jasmine.

Five minutes later, the door was open. Jasmine poked out with a short-sleeved knee-lengthdress. His head was wrapped in a towel that he rolled tightly, to absorb the water in his soaked hair.

At first it was ordinary.

Till.

"Aarr!" jasmine's screams screeched after Austin turned his bare-chested body-facing towards her. Only the back was covered with Austin with a towel. The front body was exposed without sensors. Luckily, the rain was still loudly heard. Otherwise, Jasmine's screams would probably have gotten Austin swarmed by the village.

"Why you?!"" ask me worried Austin doesn't understand. He approached, but Jasmine retreated. Quite confused why the woman covered her face with both palms.

"Why don't you get dressed?!"

Ha's?

For a moment Austin began to wake up. He smiled lightly. Feeling funny, it turns out that the woman was surprised just because she saw the shape of her sex body. "My clothes are all wet" he said lightly.

Without waiting for Jasmine's reply, Austin just went into the house through the body of the owner who was still cool to cover his face.

"I pinjem holster, or what cake! My pants are wet."

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Jasmine sits uncomfortably propped up with a pillow in the upper part of her mini mattress. Austin hugged coldly, wrapped in Jasmine's blanket, downstream near her feet.

Only illuminated by a ten-watt bolham with a yellowish glow, the room seemed dim. The roar of heavy rain combined with the overflowing river water, still sounded to dominate the atmosphere.

There was no food, nor warm tea, nothing to at least accompany the stinging coldness in the low-roofed room.

"Just ...." Austin's voice crept, breaking the silence.

"Yes." Yeah." Just through the motion of her eyes, Jasmine responded to the man's slow call.

"May I have something?"

"What's the?"

"Promise not to be angry?"

"depends."

It was seen Austin taking his breath away, confirming a bit of his position. "Mh ...."

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"What do you want?" jasmine asked after seeing the man instead fixated on just silently looking at him, as if hesitating to ask a question. "Just ask," continued Jasmine suddenly curious. "Well, I can answer, I will answer. If not, yes I diem, or exit rejection answer."

Something that Austin wanted to know, which he had been holding for a while, was also worried that Jasmine would be offended or even sad if he asked. That tormented his curiosity from the first moment he knew the woman before him.

Maybe it's time, Austin said.

"Are you a widow or not? Trus, the father of the child you bear .. Where is it?"