Women Rolling

Chapter 29's

"I'm saying goodbye, Oma. Thank you for all the kindness that Oma loves and Oma did for me" Jasmine said in tears. There were invisible wounds in between. "I'm sorry for all my mistakes, Oma. Sorry ...."

But the old woman was still trembling. Not that he did not love the young woman he had considered the grandchild, only a sense of disappointment that made him not want to look. Even when Jasmine grabbed her right palm, Oma Lissa still flinching, not daring to look at him, but also not resisting when Jasmine's gentle kiss landed on the back of her hand.

That certainly added to the wound in Jasmine's heart. It was indeed his fault, Jasmine admitted. And now it's time for him to leave. It is clearly just a thorn in the flesh. It is inappropriate to defend yourself, in a family that was clearly warm before his arrival.

There was a bit of regret in his heart, why did he not just leave.

And now what?

Pamit with heart, then kick yourself to get away.

After kissing inside the back of Oma Lissa's hand, Jasmine flipped over, then started to step with a small suitcase that was pulled left of her hand.

It was so painful to let the boy go. Oma Lissa turned her head to stare at Jasmine's back which had started to drift away and had now disappeared behind the door. Only then did her crying spread out after the door was completely shut. "Jasmine ... my granddaughter ...," she lamented grievously.

But he can what. If you keep Jasmine in that house, then Dayhan and Alexa's relationship will continue to be murky. Especially the threat posed by Alexa to kill herself, if she still maintains Jasmine to stay. Oma Lissa was quite a dilemma facing that suffocating situation. The side between her affection for Jasmine, and the side about Alexa and Dayhan's flesh blood in the woman's womb.

Grand dilemma.

Without feeling ... It had been almost an hour for Oma Lissa to be silent in her position-sitting coldly with a fragile gaze that only contained Jasmine in it.

The current time shows at 02:10 in the morning.

The old woman's eyes still looked fresh awake. The shadow of Jasmine's face and final steps in the house an hour ago, left her stricken with an excruciating sadness.

Until the sound of the footprints was heard down the stairs. Slightly managed to divert the gaze of Oma Lissa from the center of her attention who had no idea what.

Daydhan ....

The man got off after calming Alexa down and put her fiancee to sleep in her room.

"Han ...."

Dayhan lowered his body and sat down next to Oma Lissa. The old woman was full of guilt. One hand stretched out to grab and then tightly grasped the old hand. "Sorry, me, Oma. It's all my fault. All because of me, until Jasmine has to be evicted from this house."

A gentle elusan on Dayhan's back as a form of tranquilizer, Oma Lissa was too confused to respond. "Oma doesn't blame you. Because after all, that love comes without an invitation," he said gently, but quite bitterly heard. "You're always together. Maybe that's where the feeling between you grew, to make you forget, that you have Alexa."

Dayhan was silent. He lowered his head still holding his Oma palm. "As for Alexa, I'm sorry, too, Oma. I really don't know if she's pregnant" the man's regret grew.

Hearing and imagining it, Dayhan was quite stunned. For a moment he closed his eyes, then began to look real anxiety. He stood up suddenly when he thought and his heart demanded him to act.

"Dam!" Oma Lissa was quite surprised to see the change in her grandson's expression.

"I'm picking up Alexa, Oma. If he wakes up, say I'm out for a second or something."

"Where are you going?" Oma Lissa stood up.

"I'm going to find Jasmine, Oma!"

"DON!!"

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No one was passing vehicles. The street really illustrates the sleeping city situation.

Dayhan kept driving his car. While still turning the steering wheel, his head seemed to circulate to and fro, obscuring every corner of the street. Every now and then he came down to look at places with wide gaps, which he thought was possible for Jasmine to be there.

"Impossible! He's on foot! How can I get out of this area?" Dayhan chirped in thought. He was standing next to a patrol post on the edge of the complex street. One hand he placed on his waist, the other he used to rub the rough head behind him. The frustrated expression was clearly not disguised anymore.

"Jaassa! Where are you, anyway?"

His phone had even been turned off by Jasmine.

With despair growing, Dayhan entered his car again. "So I'm not nosyou .. surely now you are still at home. Still my sister! Brother is also Oma's sweet grandson!"

In the midst of his regrettable world struggle, a name suddenly flashed in Dayhan's head. He straightened his body with a bright face as if finding a way out. "Austin," he murmured. "Is it possible that Jasmine went to Austin's place?" Guess in his head. "But where is it possible?” he said down the tone and weakened. She squeezed her hair dry. It feels so bad to face this situation.

Dayhan continues to clash with his arguments and thoughts, while being fiddled with a phone with a row of phone numbers. I wish someone could help him.

After trying it many times, there was not a single response. Dayhan quickly drove his car towards his partner who was a police officer.

Ask for help finding Jasmine, or find Austin's address.

As for Alexa, she won't care for now. Jasmine needed more of her palm.

He won't calm down until he finds out Jasmine's all right out there.