As pretty as a Butterfly
Chapter 50. Jelita as pretty as a butterfly.

After three hours of treatment, Jelita and Mr. Roy finally returned home.

Along the way Mr. Roy always steals a glance at the young girl next to him. He was so pangling with the changes to the girl, which he had brought before.

His skin looked clean and bright radiant, no longer a black spot on his face. The unique shape of the lips, plus the color on Jelita's lips that were originally a little blackish and chapped, now looks like a cherry, so ripe and sweet if smoked.

"Is she really the girl I brought? can't I take someone wrong? Ah no! he was right Jelita, the clothes were the same," asked Mr. Roy astonished at himself.

Mr. Roy then looked back at Jelita's appearance, he looked at Jelita's unraveled hair, so smooth, black and shiny. Very different from before, it looks rough, dull and looks tangled. Moreover, when Jelita wags it, so fragrant and fragrant, the distinctive aroma of the salon.

The middle-aged man also looked at Jelita's fingers, looking long and wiry. Added to the color of the nail polish that harmonizes with the skin color, adds beauty to the girl's wrist.

Now the scent of the body that came out of the young girl began to pierce the sense of smell of Mr. Roy. So fragrant, fresh and also soft makes Mr. Roy inhale it greedily. Feel sorry if missed.

"Sir Roy .." said Jelita when she saw Mr. Roy close his eyes while driving, making the middle-aged man open his eyes immediately.

"E-uh! i-ya Non," replied Mr. Roy stammering.

"Sleepy father?" ask Jelita, the innocent girl.

"T-no Non, there is only a little dust," replied Mr. Roy as he rubbed his eyes many times.

"Ooh, kirain sleepy. If you sleepy do not continue sir, we just pull over first. Danger," said Jelita when he saw the eyes of Mr. Roy began to redden.

"No Non, let's just go on. The responsibility soon also arrived," replied Mr. Roy he immediately stepped on the gas pedal deeper, so that the car he drove was speeding.

Jelita could only faintly nod and think of the others. "He was so kind that he could get home quickly, to the point of ignoring his tiredness."

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Chandra Men's Mansion.

"Floren dear, the day has begun to afternoon, you better go home. We can talk another day" said Mrs Caca.

Floren nodded and smiled. "You're right Auntie, I have to go home. If it's too long then Mamy will scold me."

Madam Caca returned a smile and stroked Floren's hair. "She won't be angry, say hello to Mamymu."

"Good Aunt."

Mrs Caca then drove Floren to the front door and waited for her to get in the car.

"Tante, I'm home. Say hello to Mike, yes. Tell him if I'm wrong, I'm sorry. He can scold me but don't ignore me." Floren started sobbing.

"Don't cry, Auntie will tell Michael" replied Mrs Caca.

"Thank you Auntie, next time I'll play here again" Floren said, waving his right hand.

"Beloved, you can come whenever you want, Auntie's house is always open for you" replied Mrs Caca as she waved and gave a long-distance kiss in closing.

***

After the car was tightly closed, now that the girl started to show her real face, she felt relieved when she did not encounter any problems.

"I didn't think it was this easy, and Mike's Mamy seemed to believe me and I'm sure he would be affected. That way he'll definitely ask Mike to continue this relationship, because he must feel I'm the only woman who's best for Mike."

Floren chuckled, then his gaze stopped when he saw Michael who was playing basketball on the court. He asked his personal driver to stop immediately.

"Snake off! please pull over for a moment," Floren asked as his car just wanted to get out of the mansion's main gate.

"Well Non," obeyed his personal driver Floren.

Now Floren's car is parked on the street corner while looking at Michael who is playing basketball in the front yard.

He was amazed by the posture and also Michael's great game. His view seemed not to want to be separated to see every movement Michael.

"He's so handsome" Floren muttered as he bit his lower lip.

Meanwhile Mr. Bokir was a little confused. "Well the car actually wants to get out what the hell?" ask in the heart. He was hesitant to press the automatic gate button, even though only a few fingernails remained.

***

Floren's gaze immediately turned towards Madam Caca's car which had just entered the mansion's courtyard and passed through her. He wondered in his heart who was the woman in the car.

Floren turned his body back and looked more carefully from a considerable distance. Due to her high curiosity, she waited patiently and waited for the woman to get out of the car.

***

Meanwhile Michael sees his Mamy car entering the yard, he pauses for a moment the ball game and walks towards the car that just stopped right in front of the small turnstile, where Jelita lives now.

He kept walking and looked at a woman who had just gotten out of the car and Michael recognized her instantly from the clothes worn by the woman.

"It must be him, Jelita. It's a good thing that Flo has come home, so they don't meet." murmured Michael.

Michael smiled and impatiently wanted to tell me all about today, about a woman named Floren.

"I should have gone with him, so as not to meet the grandmother. I had to scold him for not telling me where he was going and not taking me for a walk" Michael spoke with walking footsteps.

***

Now, Michael has been right behind Jelita who wants to go inside, he chuckles and then comes a nosy idea to surprise Jelita from behind.

"Hara ... I want to see how his expression fits, his face must be very funny," said Michael while giggling holding back laughter.

Michael walked on tiptoes so that his footsteps could not be heard, then when he was only half a meter away, Michael covered his face with both palms, he then rubbed Jelita's shoulders so that the girl looked back. And after Jelita turned around in a loud voice she would surprise Jelita, like a pecking game.

Jelita who at that time felt something on her shoulder, immediately looked back. And along with that, Michael begins to surprise Jelita.

"Ci .. luk .. ba!" michael shouted while opening both of his palms.

"All!" squealed Jelita and she reflexively closed both her eyes. Jelita squeezed her chest because of the shock she experienced.

Similarly Michael he then changed his expression from laughing to silent. He could not believe what his own eyes saw.

Michael follows his instincts to get closer to the woman before him. He stared at Jelita's face so tightly that his eyeballs trembled in disbelief.

Maybe he is, but how can he.

***

"Hey .." said Michael while Jelita was still closing her eyes.

Jelita slowly opened her eyes, upon hearing a voice that was not unfamiliar to her. He who was still shocked retreated his steps several times, and accidentally wanted to fall down while stepping on a large enough rock beside him.

But with both hands Michael swiftly held Jelita's body so as not to fall and slightly pull it, making Jelita accidentally fell into Michael's embrace.

Michael clasped Jelita's wrist with one hand holding her slender waist. Now they are close to touch.

Jelita looked up slowly to look at the face of the man before her. Similarly, Michael he lowered his head so he could see the girl in his arms. He wanted to make sure something was true if the woman was Jelita.

And now the two of them met each other. They looked at each other from such a close distance.

Michael smiled so gently as he looked at Jelita's face, he didn't blink long enough just to answer her curiosity.

"True, she is Jelita ... But how could he look so different."

"She ... she's so beautiful ...."

"Pretty butterfly."

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Seriate.