Butterfly In You
Chapter 65: Love Clapping Hands

"Hiks! Hicks! Hicks!"

While looking down and crying, Jesslyn wiped her tears many times. Although his efforts did not produce any results and the line of sadness still flowed on the cheeks. How can it stop as fast as the lightning of his cry, if his body and soul feel like a crumble, cracking a thousand.

"Miss Jesslyn," call Lilis from the side and come sit on the floor accompanying Jesslyn. He was worried about the woman. Lilis knows what it feels like to have a broken heart because she has experienced it herself.

"Give up your heart, Jesslyn! Please accept all of this with a chest. I never meant to hurt you." Shehan, who was among them, raised his right hand. Intending to rub Jesslyn's back trembling from a whimper. The human side is sorry to see Jesslyn slumped in such a way.

But all of Lilis and Shehan's efforts to comfort Jesslyn were not welcomed. Even Jesslyn yelled at the two quite loudly. His hands also flinched.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

The eye sclera following Jesslyn's nose tip has flushed red. His eyes are soft and puffed up. With a sad look, Jesslyn looked at Shehan closely and wailed bitterly.

"Why .. is it so hard to get your heart? Why is it so difficult?" The speech that slid from Jesslyn's lips trembled like a heart-wrenching hum.

"I beg your pardon, Jesslyn. Love is something that cannot be forced. He came according to his own wishes and left as he pleased. Love also chooses where it will dock. I'm sorry if my feelings aren't anchored in your heart's dock. Sorry if my heart didn't choose you. I hope that your life will be happy after this and can find a heart worthy of your visit."

Shehan did not want to say anything rude, which could have caused Jesslyn's heart to be seriously injured. However, the harsh reality Jesslyn faced became the forerunner of a dagger stuck in and stabbing her heart. That's really stifling. Jesslyn could barely breathe.

"My-I. .. hate you, Shehan Murad! I hate you!!" Jesslyn's shout ended the commotion. The woman who was broken by charcoal got up, in a hurry to leave after expressing her deepest disappointment.

"Jesslyn's! Jesslyn!" shehan exclaimed, he saw the top of Jesslyn's nightgown dragged on the floor and disappeared behind the bend of the wall quickly. His hand was about to reach, but Jesslyn's shadow was gone, no longer.

"Here you go, my mom." Lilis held Shehan's hand. Instantly Shehan turned to Lilis who had been standing beside him with a look of questioning eyes. Lilis shook her head a few times in response.

"Let Miss Jesslyn alone first, Mas. Give him time and space to calm down. If we explain anything to him it will still not be accepted, because his heart is unstable at this time."

Shehan stared at Lilis who was now transformed into an adult figure. Presumably his wife was able to compensate himself in terms of addressing the problem. Shehan took a long breath. The tightness that weighed on his chest cavity slightly reduced after that.

He nodded weakly a few times, agreeing with Lilis suggestion. "You're right, Lilis. We should give it time to calm down." Shehan's one hand landed on Lilis's shoulder.

"Yes, Mas. We also need to calm down," Lilis added gently. "Restrain for a moment our thoughts and feelings that are tired due to the disaster that had occurred."

Shehan said nothing, simply nodding weakly once more. "Come, we go back to the room and rest!"

"Yes, Mum."

Shehan and Lilis both left the workspace that became a place of contention. Shehan walked in front, while Lilis was a few steps behind him.

Upon arrival in the main room, Shehan sat on the edge of the bed. Both elbows rest on fairly open knees. He buried his face in both palms and dragged his hand to the back of his hair. Both hands were then thrown into the air quite strongly.

Lilis watched from the sofa she was sitting on. Anxiousness clearly emanated from Shehan's gelagat. With her own initiative, Lilis came to her husband.

"Mas" called Lilis as she stood before Shehan.

Shehan saw Lilis, but did not say anything.

"Would I make you some warm tea?"

"Wait a minute, Mom. I'm going to the kitchen to make tea first."

"Hhm ...."

Dehaman Shehan allowed Lilis and she soon passed.

After ten minutes, Lilis returned with a tray containing a cup of warm tea on it. The thin smoke from the tea was dancing on the surface of the cup.

"This is the tea, Mas. Please drink!" Lilis thrust out a plate of coasters containing tea cups and immediately changed hands.

"Thank you." Shehan did not see Lilis, more interested in living the tea water inside the cup. Twice, he sipped his tea and slowly sipped.

Lilis, who was still standing near Shehan, watched as she hugged the tray in front of her diaphragm. Indeed, despite being the occupant of the main room, never once did Lilis lay her body on that spacious bed. Let alone lying down, to just sit on the edge of his bed, Lilis did not dare. Only the sofa near the door to the balcony became Lilis' resting place.

While sipping tea, Shehan glanced at Lilis from behind the lips of the cup. "What are you doing there? I can't drink tea if you keep standing and watching me like security" he said after withdrawing from tea.

"Ah .. I ...." Lilis clumsy. "I'm going to the kitchen first, Mom."

"What to the kitchen for?"

Lilis had already stepped forward, but had to turn around again and face-to-face with Shehan. "You're returning this tray, ma'am."

Lilis pointed out the rectangular object briefly. Shehan saw it. His gaze then turned to the teacup he was holding with his right hand.

"Later return the tray to the kitchen. Just put it on the nightstand and sit next to me!" Shehan was once again given a cold tea.

At once Lilis gasped at Shehan's words telling her to sit on the edge of the bed. During his time as his wife, Shehan had never said that and only this time it happened.

"A-I ... Sit there, Mom?"

Shehan's eye mane rising. "Yes, sit here! Accompany me!" the door is accompanied by a head movement that leads to the empty side next to it.

Lilis flinched nervously. Be aware of the implied message hidden within Shehan's gaze.

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On the other hand, the sound of a stuffing that was stamped was heard from behind the door of the guest room. It turned out that in the room, Jesslyn curled up on the floor and leaned against the door leaf. Reflecting on the fate of his love who clapped one hand.

'What should I do now? Everything I do is useless. I don't deserve to be here anymore. In order to save my last pride, I have to leave this place.'

Jesslyn got up, staggered towards the nightstand next to the bed. That's where the phone is. Jesslyn grabbed the phone. Open a photo gallery app to search for photos of Lilis and Shehan's wedding letters. Jesslyn's thumb scrolled the screen several times. Finally the photo he was looking for was in the middle right corner of the side of the phone.

"Should I take this photo? Did I just tell Lilis' mother that her daughter and Shehan were only married under contract?"

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SERIATE...