Love, Life, and Jennifer
Back to America...

In the midst of my turmoil, a message from an unknown number came in.

Unknown number: Elle, baby... It's aunt. For the convenience of our communication, I'll just call you with this number. The police haven't found out the whereabouts of Clarence's cell phone I used to call you.

What is this?!

What the hell is going on?!

Nah! I have to make sure what happens there!

Yep! I'm going to America!

I immediately searched the airline ticketing bureau's application, via my mobile phone.

Damn, the fastest flight to America, is 9 o'clock tomorrow morning!

It's okay, at least I can still go to America.

Huuuff... Just thinking about this, set my brain in a dead end!

I immediately prepared everything I needed for my departure tomorrow.

And, yeah... I'll send an email to the company, asking for my cut.

Maybe, tomorrow I'll stop by for a bit, hopefully enough time!

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At 7am, and I'm getting ready!

Yeah! I woke up a little late, earlier!

Nah! There was no time to stop by the office, so I decided to jump straight to the airport.

At least I've been sending e-mail messages, the rest, I'll contact the company through my phone.

When I arrived at the airport, my phone rang.

Lily!

"Miss Lie, Mr. Marcell was telling me that you took an impromptu leave of absence for ten days, did something happen?" Lilly sounded worried across the street.

"Yeah, Lilly... One of my relatives had an accident, so I have to go." I answered, dragging the suitcase.

"Oowwh lord, may nothing serious happen!"

"Yeah! Hope so! All right, Lilly, I have to go now... I trust you all, see you next week!" I then hung up the phone.

About Aunt Margaret, I told her about my departure to America today.

He was very happy to hear that, and he offered to pick me up, in Washington.

Oohh... My dear Aunt Margaret...

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Exactly at 4pm, Washington DC time... Or rather, after traveling for 10 hours and 55 minutes. Yeah... The 6-hour time difference between Bremen-Washington, at least not as severe as Jakarta-Washington, which reaches 12 hours.

Aunt Margaret kept her promise! He who noticed my arrival, immediately ran towards me!

"Owww... My darling..." He said after hugging me.

I gently rubbed his back. I heard him start to sob.

"Calm down, bi... What's going on?" My words then decipher the embrace.

Aunty wiped the tears, which actually did not want to stop.

"Alright, we can talk about it on the street." I said with a smile.

"All right, sweetheart..." Said aunt while nodding.

When we had been wearing seat belts, in the passenger seat, the aunt immediately instructed the taxi driver about where we were going.

"34th St's. NW!" Aunt Margaret told the taxi driver.

I looked in disbelief at Aunt Margaret, and a taxi drove by.

34th, that's a sign that the place is only 1 block different from my house, umm... I mean, Young Joon's house.

"Bi, where are we going?" I said.

Aunt smiled at me.

"There's something I want to show you, before we go to Clarence." He said, then rubbed my hand.

I smiled, and nodded faintly.

"mmm, bi... You said..."

"Elle, I'll tell you when we get there." Aunt interrupted my speech.

I smiled again, nodding faintly.

"All right."

There were a lot of questions in my mind about Clarence, but as aunt said earlier, she would tell me, once we got to our destination.

Along the way, I unceasingly stared at the gloomy face of aunt Margaret, who was staring blankly at the road. Her tears occasionally dripped, leaving me powerless, and immediately hugged her.

Park Young Joon's...

We passed her house, and Young Joon was there...

It seemed like he had just arrived, yet...

He seemed to be contacting someone...

Young Joon smiled, it seems so happy!

Is he contacting someone so special?

Is that the reason why he hasn't contacted me so far?

I don't know!

I still kept looking at him, even until his shadow completely disappeared from my eyes.

Without feeling it, my tears are dripping... There was pain in my heart, seeing her attitude earlier.

If he can contact someone, why can't he contact me?!

Doesn't that feel weird?!

Not noticeably, we finally arrived at our destination.

I was stunned, as soon as I got out of the taxi, staring at a mansion, which was more than her size, than Young Joon's house.

"Bi, here..."

"Come in..." Aunt Margaret said, then took my hand, and led me into the house.

As soon as we got into the house, someone came up to us.

"Elle, this is Hannah, the housekeeper in this house."

"Good afternoon, miss!" The girl was friendly to me.

"Sore..." Answer's awkward.

"Do you want to drink or eat something?" Said aunt Margaret.

"No, bi!" My answer.

"Alright, come!" Said aunt, then walked back, and I followed her from behind.

Aunty took me up to the second floor, and as soon as we arrived on the second floor, she walked up to a door, and opened it.

As soon as the door opens...

"Come in, baby..." Said aunt.

I went in, with some hesitation. As soon as I entered the room, my breathing felt tight and painful simultaneously...

I immediately smothered my mouth in disbelief, for what is in front of you now!

My eyes ached, holding back tears that could flow at any moment...

"It's..." I said with a trembling voice, to aunt.

Bini Margaret nodded, and her tears simply flowed.

"Oohhh..." I have no power to hold back my tears...

Aunt Margaret hugged me...

"He loves you so much, Elle..." Auntie said in tears

Oh my... Clarence... I'm sorry, who never gave you the slightest chance...

Oh my... Does he admire me so much, that the walls in this room, are decorated only by my self-portrait?

Oh my...

Aunty immediately took off her embrace, then walked towards a nightstand that was right beside the bed.

He slightly bowed, as he grabbed something from within.

He came back to me, carrying a small book, which seemed to be a diary.

"Here, you can read it later." He said with a smile, then walked towards the window of this room, and stared outwards

I stared at the dark brown book cover, then looked back at Aunt Margaret, who was currently staring blankly outwards.

"Auntie..."

"Mary clarence... He's a fugitive..." Said aunt, without looking at me.

"You-you mean?" My words don't believe.

My aunt looked at me, then approached me.

"Yeah... You didn't hear me wrong... Clarence is a fugitive, and he's..."

"No way!" I still can't believe what I just heard!

"Elle, that's the truth..."