Jessika's Love Tone
Chapters 132. The tega?
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Tonight it rained down on the village of P, accompanied by a flash of lightning striking.
Jessika was pensively pensive on the bed, staring at the back of Yah, whose flowers were deflated by breathing.
He stared at the old body nanar, about what his grandmother said yesterday.
Full of words full of meaning, which he had never heard.
He saw a wall clock on the wall of his grandmother's room.
23.17
But why David hasn't told her yet, obviously this isn't her husband.
He looked back and forth at his phone, there was no notification.
Likewise with the phone belonging to the flat assistant, the same can not be contacted.
Anxiety hit Jessika, this is not usually the case.
Many times he yawns, a sign that his body can not be invited to cooperate to wait.
he fell asleep, with the phone still clasped in his delicate hands.
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Jessica
He saw so many people in his grandmother's house, many faces that he did not know laughed merrily, as if no burden.
They were crowded and boisterous, like there was a big meal.
But sayup sayup he heard the voice of people talking with a funny voice.
"It looks like there's a party" he smiled
But where is his grandmother, why many foreign faces in his grandmother's house.
"Geek, Grandma"
He called out his grandmother's name, a shadow appearing to pass beside a small alley behind the kitchen.
He chased the shadow, but his grandmother smiled. As if being pursued, getting further away.
"Wek Mak wek" he even stumbled to pursue his grandmother.
Why won't his grandmother talk, where will his grandmother go.
He felt he had reached a place so foreign, he managed to grab his grandmother's wrinkled hands.
His grandmother smiled, and so did he.
But the relief is mortal, because suddenly the interlocked hands are released, followed by Mbok Yah who is inching backwards, as if there is an energy that attracts it.
He could not catch up, his hands were still trying to reach. But it was clearly recorded in his eyes, the smiling face of Mbok Yah.
He yelled hoarse, "Wek, where are Wek going!!"
"Geek!!!"
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With a hunting breath, Jessika awoke from her sleep.
He glanced at the wall clock at a glance, looking back and forth. Still in the same place.
16 WIB, apparently he was asleep.
Oh, my God, he's dreaming.
In his face the body of his grandmother, who slept still in the same position. Deflect himself.
It also looks like a blooming body, because it breathes.
🍁🍁🍁
In the morning, moist air rushes around the house mbok Yah.
Indicates if last night, rain has flushed the village area.
He is now escorted by Slamet, because mbok Yah told ya to go home first.
"You're already a wife, you look at your husband first"
With feelings that are dominated by bad taste, a kind of confusion tends to have a feeling that he cannot interpret. He finally decided to go home.
Yes, her grandmother's advice was very correct. He then headed towards his residence.
She promised to return, after taking care of her husband's needs later.
"I was teros mbak, did not stop by" said Slamet, after Jessika got off the bike they were riding.
"Thank you Met, if there's anything please let me know"
He looked at Slamet, who disappeared behind the corner.
A moment later, he moved his feet towards the house.
Jessika frowned, her husband's car is in the garage, but why until this moment no message entered her phone.
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The house is still dark, the thick curtains of his house have not been revealed.
Practically indicates, if Mayang is also not active.
"Where is Mayang?, tumben" he spoke to himself, stepping his feet towards the second floor. The place where the room is.
The dominance of the sensation of non-soothing still dominates him, after a strange dream that he experienced last night.
"Yourf!" he took a breath, trying to neutralize the discomfort.
He's at the door, now" hasn't David been up yet?" he muttered to himself.
However, when he opened the door to his room. How surprised he was, with the sight before him.
"Yasshim!!!!!"
Jessika screamed loudly, because she saw her husband who was sleeping in bed with Mayang.
They both don't look like they're wearing a thread.
He even thought he was still dreaming.
Suddenly he could not think clearly.
He pulled out a thick blanket that covered the bodies of the peacocks both.
"Bad you are!!!, what are you doing!!!"
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David
David, who heard the slurping of people screaming, quickly opened his eyes. While gathering awareness, that is still minimal.
He was surprised not to play, seeing his wife who was in his room with a red face.
He was even more surprised, seeing the maid was beside him, a bed with him more precisely.
"Jeez, what happened!!" he panicked and didn't really understand what was going on.
He looked into his wife's glittering eyes, because of the tears that welled up.
He suddenly choked, unable to understand what had really happened.
And his head is still very dizzy.
"Team you mas!!!" it was just his wife, who he could still hear.
Brakkk!!!
The door slammed violently, even the rest of his energy was still echoing in the room.
"No this is impossible" he tried to put on his clothes that splattered on the floor first, before he chased after his wife.
But he had not been able to chase after his wife, the woman beside him woke up.
He was crying so it happened.
Really, he even thought if his head was hit by two large objects simultaneously.
He was confused about what happened.
"Master" said Mayang with tears flowing down the river.
What is this?, what is really going on?
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