Annoying Ex-Boyfirend
Mom's Hugs

"Jay! Jay!" Walking away from Bobby and Marvel, Priscilla caught up with Jayden who had just crossed in front of her.

Jayden's facial water is stiff. The highlight emanating from his narrowed eyes was also grim. And swear by anything, Jayden doesn't want to talk to anyone right now. He did not even have the intention of returning to his father's ward. But Priscilla insisted on following him.

"Jay, wait!"

Grunting, Jayden was forced to stop and twist his body. "What's wrong?" tanyanya flat.

"Sorry, I didn't overhear. I'm honestly surprised that you've been dating Zevanna."

"To the point can?" todong Jayden lazily lingered.

Priscilla groaned in her heart. If only he did not put his taste in Jayden, lazy so much that he had to pursue this. "As Zevanna's older cousin, I apologize for Zevanna's often rude attitude toward others."

One eyebrow Jayden raised. Wonderful, but reluctant to extend. "Thank you, but no need. Zevanna wasn't wrong and I understand why she's so."

"Zevanna is childish. Understandably, from small always spoiled. So everyone has to follow him. If not, someone else who is said not to understand him." Priscilla put on a smile at the end of her sentence.

"Udah?"

Priscilla widened her eyes hearing Jayden's response was not what she had expected. Turning his brain, he thought of a way to be able to take the heart of the man in front of him. However, before Priscilla found him, Jayden spoke first.

"Lo chase me to apologize on behalf of Zevanna or do you want to make your own brother ugly?" Jayden bobbing head. "You are so weird."

"Gue just told me, and hope you realize that the girl like Zevanna will eventually just be nicotine," said Astrid ignited emotions.

"Gue seneng repotin the same Zevanna because it means I need it with him" Jayden replied terribly. "Lo don't be tired of talking ugly things about Zevanna because I'll never believe." Feeling enough, Jayden hurried to leave Priscilla.

The girl saw Jayden's departure with a darkened face. A new age now Priscilla was made embarrassed to the extent by men. It's just obvious he doesn't accept. The man had to pay for his heartache for what he had done.

With a jolting step Priscilla headed for the parking lot after Bobby just sent her a message. "Lo didn't get into Zevanna's room?" the question is sitting on the side seat of the wheel.

"No permission is given. Marvel's the counter-princess," replied Bobby, turning the machine on.

"Good indeed. I also males have to act in front of Zevanna as well nyokapnya." Priscilla laughed arrogantly. "Eh, but, how did Marvel get there?" he continued suddenly in his mind.

"Don't they just deket? The FEB kid whose name is Marvel is just him, right?" ask Bobby while remembering the time of college. At the time, he only knew that Priscilla had a cousin named Zevanna.

Priscilla nodded. "Yes, but it seems like a long time ago they lost contact. Now know the deck again."

"That's a sign that Zevanna has moved on from Jayden." Bobby came to the conclusion. "And you also do not have to compete with your own cousin if you want to get Jayden."

One story of Priscilla landing on Bobby's head. "Right as bad a guy as he is," he said indifferently to Bobby who was in pain.

"Abis rejected lo?" bobby asked with a mocking smile.

"Is there a history of me shooting guys?" Priscilla was upset.

"Nothing, anyway! Guys who should bend their knees equally, except ..," Bobby hugged Priscilla and pulled her close until their noses touched, "gue." He glazed over his best friend's lips greedily, and a line of smiles was created when Priscilla held her hand to her neck while sticking her tongue out.

***

Whether to be happy or sad, but being the only person who remains in his best friend's room—besides Mama Zevanna— keeps Astrid constantly overwhelmed with guilt. Zevanna should have told him to go home, so he can confide in his girlfriend so that his anxiety is reduced.

"Lo why, Trid?" asked Zevanna who had since observed the murky aura from her friend's face.

"Wear it!" Astrid direct sewot. "Gue's sorry about Jayden. If only I hadn't brought him here. Maybe ...."

"Udahlah! Don't talk about him anymore. Make sure you know!"

Astrid mangosteen. "But, did you realize you didn't tell Sister Marvel to come back again?" ask her slowly because there is Melisa.

"Ngapain see Mama like that?" Melisa held her head up.

Zevanna was aghast, while Astrid put on an innocent face. Zevanna started to feel uneasy when her mother put her phone down and walked up to her.

"Astrid, could you please wait outside for a moment? There's something she wants to talk about with Zevanna, "the love of Melisa.

Astrid clearly nodded. However, not only waiting, the woman decided to say goodbye because many packages must be sent.

Zevanna can only be after the death of her best friend.

"Mama didn't expect you to be close to two men at once." Melisa clucked disappointed.

"It's not what Mama thought." Zevanna. Just yummy! She is not a gatel woman, although her mother's words touch her conscience a little.

"Continue what? In a conversation with an ex, in front of a prospective girlfriend waiting."

"Ma ...."

"What's? Can't answer, can you?" challenge Melisa growled.

"Everything would not be this way if Jayden came last night," said Zevanna annoyed constantly beromeli.

"Well," Melisa changed her tone to be more relaxed, "who do you want?" tanyanya while sitting on the chair that Astrid had occupied.

Zevanna clenched her lips tightly. Honestly, he also did not really understand who he really wanted. Go back to Jayden or start what Marvel has never done. It's all getting gray because of Jayden's absence last night.

Ah, considering last night, Zevanna remembered who the first person she saw when her nursery door opened Jayden. Priscilla. How dare his cousin's sister show up in front of him after all this time stabbing him in the back. Zevanna would not allow her mother to trust a woman two years her senior. "Ma, Mama wants me to help you and I'm going to do your business, right?"

The question deviated from the topic managed to cause a fold on Melisa's forehead. "Why do you suddenly ask that?"

"I want to, Ma. I'll help you learn to know more about fashion."

Instead of being happy, Melisa was worried because her daughter was like a prostitute. "Ze, you're okay, right?"

Zevanna shook her head with a flat look. Which makes Melisa even more upset.

The woman hugged her youngest child and asked, "Something happened, right? You changed the conversation, and then you just talked?"

A poignant smile was painted on Zevanna's pale lips. Slowly the girl nodded followed by a melt of tears that in an instant fell on her mother's arm.

Decomposing the embrace, Melisa alternated summarizing her daughter's cheeks. "What's wrong? Story to Mama?" lirihnya sad.

Zevanna took a breath and threw it away through her mouth. A vow, betrayed by a cousin, is more painful than Jayden's decision. "Sister Prissy stabbed me in the back. He secretly does not like if I become a make up artist because he feels will be rivaled, so he often complains the same results of my make up."

"Who did you say?"

Zevanna laughed blandly. "Mama can't believe it, right? The same! I don't want to believe it either, but I kicked it all out at the cafe when I came home. It also makes me more complicated until it is negligent the same situation around."

"So that's the reason why you're serious about your business?"

Zevanna nodded steadily.

A lump of pain hit Melisa's heart. Yesterday or even just now, he was happy to hear Zevanna's wishes. However, knowing what the reason was, did not know why he was so sad. He remembered how Zevanna always excited to talk about powder, lipstick, blusher, and all sorts of things. The happy face of his son when he got a birthday gift in the form of a palette make up limited edition also still vividly remembered in his mind.

Melisa knows her son is talented. Therefore, he does not mind throwing a number of rupiah so that his son can take a make up course. Not to mention the apartment he rented so that Zevanna remained comfortable. It was nothing compared to the smile of her son out of gratitude.

Re-embracing the princess, Melisa can not refuse or reproduce. "You focus on healing first, son. Think about it later. There's plenty of time."

In silence Zevanna nodded. He tightened his arms, inhaled deeply, feeling every warm that his mother poured out. True to say, there is no place more comfortable than the embrace of a mother.