Me And The Mysterious Man's
Chapter 58 - The Truth About Jack

Jack only smiled flatly, when he heard the question of the girl next to him. Next he only focused on the little red jock who was in front of him.

The night is getting late. It gets colder as well as the weather. Jack had already about twice added firewood to the fireplace. But the cold still managed to cause the flames to shrink.

"How now?" ask Becca, worried.

"It is better to check the state of the windows and doors once again. Maybe someone hasn't closed up!" jack proposes while spreading his gaze around. Then step up the stairs and climb it.

Becca follows Jack's actions. He's trying to help. Until both of them were in the room on the roof. Sure enough, the small window that was there still seemed to be wide open. Jack checked.

It turned out that the small window had a reason to open on its own. The hinges are broken and need repair. The room on the roof was also seen filled with a bit of snow. The house feels so cold.

"Oh my god, how come we haven't noticed it!" muttered Becca who immediately picked up the old wardrobe cover cloth next to her. Then move his feet at a fast pace. Once again the girl had to slip and fall.

Bruk!

"ouch!" Becca grimaced in pain. Jack, still struggling with the window, is forced to ignore Becca first. He kept trying as much as possible to close the window tightly. Jack mustered all his strength, until he finally succeeded. The small window was now closed, and no more snow had infiltrated in.

Jack turned around. She watched Becca stand up and wait for her. The girl's body seemed to have shivered. But he still accompanied Jack.

"You shouldn't have come here!" jack gritted his teeth. He took Becca out of the room.

If Ben had previously been hypothermic, who would have thought that now Becca would be the next victim. Becca's body feels stiff. His face slowly turned pale.

Instead of going to the fireplace, Becca instead chose to run into her room. There he drowned his body with a thick blanket. Leaving Jack, who had followed him earlier.

Jack sat at the end of the bed. Glowed her legs next to Becca.

"Jack!" becca's eyes widened when she saw Jack sitting quietly with her. On top of his bed.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to make sure you're in shape." Jack gave an excuse.

Becca actually wants to respond to Jack's words with a striking sentence, but his condition is now not supportive. He shut up and threw himself into the bed. Letting his head not be covered by a blanket.

Although an hour has passed. Jack was still sitting in his place. He opened his eyes a few times while staring at the window. Look at the snowflakes that still look thick.

"Jack.." - Becca with her voice. "Can you tell me, what's your reason for being a fugitive? is your crime so bad?"

Jack looked towards Becca. The girl spoke while closing her eyes. Cause Jack has no power to hold back his thin smile. He also thought, maybe it's time he told Becca everything. After all Jack was also curious about the response that the girl would give.

"You know Becca, if you find out the truth, you're most likely going to hate me" Jack replied, laying down right next to Becca.

"Just tell me! (Quick tell me!)" insist Becca. His hand was clutching Jack's collar. His eyes are still closed.

Jack slowly took Becca's hand off her collar. Then it says, "Okay, I'll tell you."

Becca opened her eyes wide. I was surprised by Jack's words. "Are you kidding me?!" the question is not to believe.

"Of course not. If I wasn't a fugitive, maybe I'd never be your neighbor" explains Jack, who suddenly left Becca speechless in a thousand languages. The girl moved her body away from Jack.

"I thought you'd be scared." Jack looked towards Becca. Take a serious look.

Becca was wrong. He doesn't know how to respond to Jack. His saliva accidentally swallowed itself.

"I have a reason to do it. Everything is just out of anger." continued Jack again gave an explanation. He slowly turned his head toward Becca. Using one hand as a head pad.

"I killed those who had..." Jack could not continue his last sentence. His face looks so sad. It was as if recalling the bad memories that had befallen him.

"Kill your family?" guess Becca. He moved closer to Jack. The expression the man showed made his fear turn into empathy. Because Becca could see the deep agony of Jack's face.

"So you don't have any family now?" ask Becca. Somehow Jack's story makes his condition a little better. As if it was warmth for him.

"so. There's not one."

"Even relatives like uncle, or cousin?" ask Becca again in a slow tone.

"There actually. But they hate me" Jack said. "Possibly the reason they hate me, is because I've made a mistake and ran away."

"Your life is more complicated than mine" Becca commented, showing a sad face. As if carried away.

"That's why you remind me of my old self. Can't control yourself when left by the closest person." Jack continued his story. He also said that he fled to Russia, and joined the mafia there. But it only lasted about three years. Due to extreme and dangerous mafia work, Jack chose to quit and quit the forbidden organization.

Becca put her ears on. Listening to every word Jack's mouth chanted.

"I lived alone in Los Angeles and met a lot of new people. I met Aaron there."

"Aaron? you mean the rich businessman?" Becca suddenly lifted her head, as a result of being interested in the topic that Jack was talking about. Moreover, David had warned him about Jack who turned out to have a close relationship with Aaron.

"Yes. But he's not a good guy, Becca. Now we're taking care of Aaron so he can get a proper punishment immediately." Jack breathed for a moment.

"We? Jack, honestly, your story is still complicated. Who do we mean?" timpal Becca who now holds the area.

"Me and Mike" replied Jack briefly. Ambiguous and still unclear to Becca. Jack was actually just keeping it a secret. For he could not tell the secret agent who had entrusted him with important work.

"Becca, soon I'll be going-" Jack's sentence was interrupted when Becca put her index finger on her lips.

Jack gasped and looked at Becca with a heartbeat that began to reverberate. She thought Becca would kiss her. But again, the estimate is wrong. The girl was trying to sleep.

"I'm sleepy, thanks to Jack's story." - Becca. Then yawn with a wide gaping mouth.