Kiss The Rain's
Cheapo!

Bryan's white Jeep Wrangler has entered the main gate area and will enter the inner garage, a garage that is only limited by walls and a white glass that penetrates directly with the rear area of the house, including the swimming pool that is being used by mermaid impromptu for swimming.

The water burst into Bryan's eardrum. He scrunched his forehead, there is not usually someone who swims during the day even the guards were charcoal entering the area behind the house if there are no 'prisoners' in the back house.

Bryan stepped out of his legs, surprised to find Tria the second-floor staircase guard standing right at the black door, bowing his gaze.

"Who is swimming?" Ask Bryan.

"Nyo..., it's sir." Reply Tria stammered. "Death to me, can be told to stay at home in the back." Inner Tria did not dare to look at Bryan who was frowning in confusion.

"Mama's coming?" Ask Bryan again.

Tria shakes.

"Then whose mistress?" Bryan's tone began to rise. "Is it possible Jasmine, instead of you having to guard the second floor right?"

Tria just nodded her head. "Stupid, who let him down."

"Open the door." Bryan put his mouth closer to the mini speaker. The door automatically opened by simply obeying Bryan's voice. "The door is in my opinion." Inner Bryan while stepping his feet towards the swimming pool.

From the edge of the pool, Jasmine was seen winding her body in the water, she still did not realize that she had been caught red-handed. No Beetle, Jasmine appeared to the surface of the water and inhaled air.

His eyes were round, Jasmine saw Bryan already ruffled his waist.

"Good!" Bryan's Word.

Jasmine nodded. He went back to swimming and climbed the stairs. There was nothing surprising until his body actually stood right in front of Bryan.

"Down!" Tell Bryan again.

Jasmine nodded, she went back inside the pool and lowered her head.

"Where's your bathrobe?"

Jasmine shakes. And just pointed at the black ramped skirt lying helplessly on the Manila grass.

"No shame, how can you swim in your underwear!" Hardik Bryan as he picks up Jasmine's black skirt. Bryan's eyes widened when he knew Jasmine only used yellow and striking g-string underwear.

"It's a good thing I don't wear sexy bikinis." Sergey Jasmine won't lose.

"Don't hope! Wear this quickly!" Bryan throws Jasmine's ramp skirt in front of the pool stairs.

Jasmine was speechless, she simply obeyed Bryan's will. His face was already red withstanding anger.

Jasmine followed Bryan's steps, until right in front of Tria who did not dare to see her young master staring intently at him.

"Who let her swim, answer!!!" Bryan's out of control, he pulls Tria's shirt collar.

Jasmine who saw him was shocked. He tried to remove Bryan's grip that increasingly strangled the veins.

"Take off Bry, he's not wrong. Release." Jasmine continued to tug at Bryan's hand.

"I asked him to let me swim. He's not wrong, let him go Bry, he could die." Jasmine tried to explain.

"Owh, so you started trying to act." Tukas Bryan's.

"I just want to swim, it's still in your house. Where's wrong?" Ask Jasmine.

"Go Tria, I'm sorry to bother you." Pinta Jasmine while coding her eyes to leave the two of them behind.

"Remember the Mistress' promise." Tria walked over leaving Bryan who was still staring at her sharply.

"Well, what did you promise Jasmine. Ha-ha-ha, you tease her! Am I lacking for you." Bryan now clutched Jasmine's shoulder and pressed her against the wall.

"What did you promise!!" Bryan Shouted.

"Are you really flirting with that guard." Bryan asked who was getting out of control.

"The guy's name." Tukas Jasmine's.

"Owh, so you know his name too. Good, was it during my stay that you made out with her?" Sergey Bryan, his hand gripped Jasmine's shoulder. Until this woman is sick.

"Sick Bry, take your hand off."

"Jawab first, huh! You can't answer me and that means everything I say is true. Cheap ones!"

Jasmine puffed up and pushed Bryan's body firmly.

"You said I was cheap, Owh my young virgin. Just so you know, Tria already has two children and a wife. Do you also know, it's even true that I promised him to guarantee his son and wife if you get angry and act as you please. That's just my promise to him. Then where's my cheap, Hahaha." Jasmine laughed bitterly.

"So it's like this if you're angry." Jasmine stared deeply at Bryan's face before she left him towards the second floor.

The commotion that occurred could not be separated from the Aunts who eavesdropped on the debate between the two of them, even this time they saw that his young master could get angry uncontrollably. Until the aunts' gazes were turned on the water dripping from Jasmine's body, splattered on the floor from the end of the black door to Bryan's Room. The aunts just looked at each other and snorted in annoyance.

Jasmine went into the bathroom and rinsed her body, she forgot to bring a change of clothes and went back to the main room to pick up her clothes instead. He saw Bryan already sitting on the sofa of the room and looked at Jasmine in silence. Jasmine did not care, she stepped her foot back into the bathroom. Finished getting dressed, Jasmine came out of the bathroom, swept one of the pillows and carried it to the balcony.

"If your parents come, tell your aunt to cook dinner." Pinta Jasmine as she curled her body on a wooden chair that was enough for her to fall.

"Poor." Those words continued to be remembered on Jasmine's head, until tears adorned the eye patch that had blurred her gaze. "Am I cheap, I just want to breathe fresh air and enjoy my days. My fault where. If it wasn't for my children, I wouldn't have made love to a man who just married me a day. Hiks....," Jasmine sobbed, her eyes catching a pair of shoes standing in front of her. Bryan!

Jasmine wiped her tears and turned her back to Bryan who had already stepped her legs closer to Jasmine.

"Go, I don't want to talk."

"Sorry,"

"For what?"

"For my attitude, I've been rude to you." Bryan stroked Jasmine's hair.

"Go, not every day I'm like this. Slalu himself, I'm lonely. I don't have any friends to talk to or just make a noise." Jasmine is sobbing.

"If I'm cheap, let me go. Why are you still keeping me here. Not that it makes you feel like you've got some living garbage."

"You want freedom, if you want to do it!" Bryan's voice sounded heavy, until his footsteps slowly moved away from Jasmine.

The woman of two children did not budge, she was still silent in her place.

*

Until the afternoon Jasmine was still in her place, but a maroon-colored box lay beside her, with a pink ribbon decorating her. Jasmine took out a piece of paper stuck in the band. "Wear when you meet your mom."

Jasmine circulated her gaze, she looked for Bryan's figure. Unable to, she opened the maroon box that contained a dress that looked simple and elegant, with Jasmine's favorite color.