Women Rolling

Chapter 19's

"Malem, Oma." Jasmine had just set her foot in the middle room of the house, right at 08:45 tonight. Slightly bent, for a glimpse of the back of the old woman's hand - as she usually does when returning from a resto.

"Night, Honey. Cape as it is today." Sweet treatment of Oma Lissa as usual. The teacup in his hand he placed on the table, then changed his sitting position more inclined towards Jasmine, who had taken her place beside him.

"Kittydavis, Oma. Today's a great resto." While spilling her head on the shoulder of Oma Lissa, Jasmine actually looked tired. "But I'm a grin."

Oma Lissa smiled. He gently rubbed Jasmine's cheek from the side. "Yes, you rest."

"A minute, Oma. I'm comfortable giving Oma her body away like a gini," Jasmine chirped with a faint smile. His tired eyes for a moment he closed.

Until something managed to turn Jasmine's rhythm of exhaustion into shock.

"Geez!" The sound of baritone with a slightly hoarse color, spontaneously melengakan the two women.

Jasmine raised her head lightning from the shoulder of Oma Lissa.

"Honey, a little walk?" Oma Lissa welcomed the sweet man who was none other than the granddaughter that she had picked up at the airport this afternoon.

The man's sweet smile he gave to his beloved grandmother. "I just eat the food I miss, Oma." Then sit on one of the separate chairs beside Oma Lissa. And now his gaze fell on Jasmine who was still speechless with the smile of her feet.

Oma Lissa's pair of eyes caught it. Then he came back smiling. "He's Jasmine." Patting a glance at the woman's shoulder. "The person Oma always told you about on the phone."

The man looked a little surprised. "Oh, hay!" sweet greeting. The thin feathers around his chin were quite revealing his maturity. "I'm Dayhan .. Oma's grandson." He extended his right palm towards Jasmine. "Oma uda told me a lot about you."

Jasmine received the helping hand with a stiff smile. "Ah, yes. I'm Jasmine."

"What a pretty name." Dayhan smiled again. "Thank you take care of Oma as long as I'm not here." At a glance Dayhan glanced at Oma Lissa who was still with a smile looking at him happily.

"He really is like the guardian angel of Oma, Han," praised Oma Lissa proudly.

"Oma's exaggerated," elak Jasmine was unkind. "I should have said it was like Oma."

****

Early in the morning Jasmine had been neat with her formal clothes. A tight blue shirt that fits the size of his body that now looks more contained, paired with a black span knee-length also pale brown heels as high as five inches that further beautify the bilahan leg tiered.

Jasmine's basically smooth skin now appears more glowing, leaving a shabby and dry impression when she was still a scavenger.

"Jas!" reprimand Oma Lissa who just stepped on the last rung at the bottom end.

"Yes, Oma."

"It's still too early. How are you ready?!"

Jasmine's palm seemed busy with stuffing her sling bag. "Yes, Oma. I forgot to say, at ten o'clock today, the restaurant in the company booking in front of it, make their leader's birthday event. So I have to guide the kids to make the rapiins take care of everything, before the show starts" Jasmine explained without pause.

"Oh, that's it." Oma Lissa. "Luckily, Mr. Karjo has returned to Semalem. You call him to make your anterine to the resto, let it be a bit spiffy," suggested Oma Lissa carried away by the rub.

"Yes, Oma. Ak-"

"Let me have anther!" Dayhan, the man came and silenced the movement of Jasmine who was just about to walk towards the room of Pak Karjo-private driver Oma Lissa. "All I want to see is the development of the restaurant."

"Han! Are you awake?" ask Oma Lissa in surprise.

"Since my stint there, I've been used to waking up early in the morning, Oma," Dayhan replied with a smile. "Yes, come on, Jas. You'll be late again!"

"You don't have an appointment to see Alexa, Han!" Oma Lissa.

"Easy, Oma. I can meet him after the resto."

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This atmosphere certainly felt foreign to Jasmine. Since he was separated from Austin, until now, he has never been close again to any man other than his employees at the restaurant as well as its customers - limited to business relationships. And Jasmine already felt ordinary with it.

Then on what basis did she feel awkward with the man beside her? Is it because of Dayhan's granddaughter Oma Lissa?

He doesn't even know the answer.

Actually there have been quite a number of men who wanted Jasmine during her stay with Oma Lissa-from various circles. But feeling hurt by Austin's deception, Jasmine again limits herself to men. He doesn't want to be fooled back. Austin becomes a difficult black trauma that opens his heart.

Dayhan momentarily glanced at him, then smiled. Sensing Jasmine's awkwardness, her palm began to move to turn on her car Audio. An upbeat song belonging to the crisp voice of Jasson Mraz, chosen to break the silence.

Jasmine spontaneously turned her head towards the audio playing, then at Dayhan. But no comment came out of his mouth.

"Don't you like the song? How come his expression wasn't good, anyway?" reprimand Dayhan lightly without shifting his focus from the wheel.

Of course Jasmine flinched, then gnawed at the club. "Ngg .. no, really." The shedding of awkwardness, tucked the strands of a child's hair dangling on the cheeks to the back of his ears, then turned his face in another direction.

The smile returned to Dayhan. "You don't like to say it. I'm maturing the song!"

"Ah, no!" argue Jasmine fast. "It's okay. The song is good, right."

"Thank you for liking it."

****

Tonight .. three days later.

The stars blinked at each other's heights. The wind swirling around gave a cool feeling in the hot air of the capital.

"Is there anything interesting up there?"

Jasmine who was standing was holding onto the balcony guardrail with her face looking up at the sky, spontaneously rotating her neck to the origin of the sound. "Sir Dayhan."

Somehow Jasmine's call sounded so good on Dayhan's ear. He again put on that smile, a sweet smile that represented all the charisma in him. "Sweet call," Dayhan commented as he lined up Jasmine's standing position.

"Why? Is the horror strange?" Jasmine asked curiously.

"No, kok. I like it." For a moment Dayhan looked at Jasmine's sweet face which was now staring at him demanding an answer. "You're sweet."

The praise made Jasmine misbehave. "N-Right is overkill." Then quickly, he turned his face back to the front.

"It would not be excessive, if it was said sincerely."

Elegant casual man type dayhan. Although his age has included the productive age and mature, but undeniably, his charm is very interesting and drugging. It was as if there was a magnet forming to continue wanting to stare at him. Jasmine admitted that.

Three days of struggling in the same house, though with the rhythm of the meeting as usual due to the busyness of each - Jasmine with her restaurant and Dayhan with his profession as a lawyer, make both of them enough to recognize each other. Though a quick glance at the dinner table in the morning, or a small talk in the car when Dayhan drove Jasmine to her grandmother's restaurant.

Then ... will Dayhan's presence be able to divert Jasmine's feelings from Austin?

Because he admitted, despite being short and set in lies, his intimate closeness with Austin made him really fall in love with the Caucasian man.

Jasmine felt a sense of carelessness.

And her introduction to Dayhan was only this limited, but it had already made Jasmine feel very comfortable being near the man.

How to talk, body gestures, a sweet smile with a thin bewok .. make anyone might be trapped charm.

Does that mean Jasmine's heart is starting to pierce?