YUMNA AZZURA'S

178. The Jealousy of Juan

The clock needle moved, issuing a regular ticking sound. The room was quiet making the subtle sound of the clock there sound clear, defeating the faint sound of the vehicles outside.

A man was standing by the window. His hands rested on the edge of the window he half opened. His eyes stared downwards, where the activities took place out there. He noticed the car and the human looked very small like an ant from where he stood on the twenty floor.

Tired of what he saw down there, he turned his gaze to the sky. A little black cloud hung there between blue and white.

He sighed heavily, recalling last night's incident.

*S*actually what happened? What's up with them?

Last night after Juan came back from picking up his car, he didn't find Yumna there. She thought last night the woman went home with her ex-husband.

Juan felt his heart ache at that time. From Yumna's attitude and outlook it was as if she had not been able to forget the man.

Yumna's view of him looked different, like the view of a person who was holding back longing.

*A*does he still have a taste? inner Juan.

Juan clenched his hand until his finger turned white. She had just wanted to chase after Yumna, but what if the woman was still harboring feelings for her ex-husband. Wouldn't that be so hard?

What am I supposed to do? Juan is back again.

He had once felt heartache, this time he did not want to feel it anymore. Moreover, this time his parents have given their blessing, although in fact they still want if Juan married a woman who does not have the status. They think Yumna's status will make them embarrassed, but Juan doesn't care. He just wants to feel happiness.

The door opened, a woman entered the room with a file in her hand. He approached and kept the file on the table.

Juan did not look. In fact, he doesn't seem to care about her.

"What are you doing?" ask Juan the woman.

"As you can see" replied Juan.

"I see you like you're lounging. Go back to work or papa won't revoke his permission to approach the woman," the remark made Juan turn to her.

Juan sighed in annoyance, "Did Papa say the same to you?" juan asked the woman, the one who was asked only chuckled.

Juan turned his gaze back the other way, staring at the bustling atmosphere in the distance. Many buildings stood challenging the sky, the streets were crowded with vehicles, and the merchants were on the parallel sidewalks.

"Why is the old man a bucket once" Juan said.

The woman laughed, covering her mouth with her hands.

"He's your father, not the bucket. He is only attentive" said the beautiful woman. He turned his body and leaned his back against the edge of the window. Both hands are folded in front of the chest. His eyes looked at the painting in the room.

"Why are you still upset with papa, even though he really loves you," said the woman with a sad.

Juan changed his position. He leaned over letting his arm rest on the edge of the window.

"I know he loves you, but sometimes things go wrong."