Loved Brondong
Of jealousy?

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No one knows when love will be formed. It all starts with a meeting, then turns into a sense of curiosity. Although there is no intention to have a taste that does not want to have. Love works in its own way. It has no signal lights like traffic. There is no need to start or stop. Love flows like river water from upstream to downstream. Able to drag anything when the turmoil is getting heavy. No exception for people who do not want it.

Just like Yasmin whose heart has now been planted with the seed of love. However, the hardness of his heart he strengthened in order to deny all the feelings he did not want to touch. Even tears are not allowed to come out.

"Monday, twilight .. wait!" Yasmin's hand was grabbed by the man.

Yasmin's steps stopped right in front of the elevator. "Sky, off! I have to go back to the room." Eza's hand was pushed aside, the up button was pressed, then crossed trying to look relaxed.

"You angry? Please listen to my explanation." Eza's eyes watched Yasmin who deliberately avoided her gaze and considered as if there was no one nearby.

"Nothing to explain, Sky. I was in the wrong place" he said without looking. Yasmin tried to keep her face as normal as possible so that Eza did not think that she was currently jealous.

Eza raised his eyebrows. "You jealous?"

That made Yasmin look up to the man. They looked up, Eza was full of questions and Yasmin was in denial.

"I? Jealousy?" Engraved a thin smile on his lips. "Don't that sound funny? What relationship do we have so there can be that word?" tanyanya.

"We …." Eza couldn't answer. Although both understand each other's feelings, but it is very impossible to express.

"True, we have nothing to do. So don't think no. I left because I had to. It's not my place, I don't want to bother you guys" Yasmin explained later.

The elevator door opened, Yasmin came out and hurriedly stepped on her feet, Eza followed. All his heartbreak he endured. Avoiding every time Eza wants to make eye contact.

His right hand was raised, holding Eza's words. "You don't have to explain who that girl is. It has nothing to do with me."

Eza tried anyway. The woman will continue to avoid. Then he decided to give up. One small breath he exhaled and Yasmin realized it, the woman won.

"Okay, okay fine. Can we still meet? What about your breakfast? Our streets?"

No matter what Yasmin has feelings of hatred for her or not. Being close to that woman was enough for him. At least the promise to accompany Yasmin for a week can be fulfilled.

"I'm so tired, I'd like to have breakfast in my room." Yasmin opened the room and entered.

"Can I be with you? I haven't eaten anything either. I can still accompany you during the holidays, right?" Eza held the door open, hoping that he would be invited in by Yasmin”

"Whatever."

A sweet smile rose from Eza's lips. He has three more days. There was still a chance to melt the woman's heart. He will keep trying anyway. Until he managed to get his 'Jerja.'

“Can I come in, right?”

“Hem.” Yasmin breezed in and let Eza in and shut the door. The woman was just lazy to serve Eza who kept begging to be near her.

Yasmin landed her body on the sofa, and she started to scroll her phone to avoid awkwardness as Eza started sitting nearby.

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