My Husband is Not Rich
That night
"Bram, can you not worry about me anymore. If you're still like this you'll only hurt the feelings of your future wife."
When a wife feels her attention is divided with another woman, then her marriage is limited to black above white, nothing more than a terrible place that slowly eats away at the heart.
And when Bram silently showed no defense, Jesslyn gave a rough breath, she was riled up for the justification of the sentence that was addressed to Bram as a lure.
"Bram.." Jesslyn called again.
"Yes ma'am, how could I not worry about the person I once loved."
The file that had been in Jesslyn's grasp had been swung down a little rough on the table. "Bram, I took my word earlier, I didn't ask for your help."
"Mother don't worry, I will still help without expecting anything. Because.." Bram stopped his mouth speech which would have almost exposed the incident last night if it had not been stopped.
That night, that night,
To meet the demands of the tormenting longing, Bram visited Dara's house alone. To the house of the girl who had shifted half her attention when she found out that Dara was so appreciative of others. Unfortunately, Dara's parents were not at home.
"What's Bram you doing these nights at home?" a pair of clear eyes belonging to Dara pecked the brownish eyeball belonging to Bram. Trying to find there meant Bram coming here. The thick eyebrows that were adrift and the smile that was carved from the lips of the man he loved in silence, already represent the answer that Bram came not for urgent matters.
"I just want to make sure that my bride-to-be is okay here."
Dara chuckled, "I'm fine Bram, but can you also make sure to pass hp? like it wasn't just you." Dara said she still left a faint laugh that finally disappeared when she offered a drink.
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"Because what Bram? you daydreaming?" jesslyn's question restores Bram's consciousness that was once buana.
"Because I love everyone the same." What kind of cliche answer Bram made, to make Jesslyn grieve.
"You just go get everything ready, after lunch we'll review the results of Mr. Niko's construction project." Jesslyn quits Bram's bullshit that feels like it has succeeded in making Bram not like he usually is.
Since I don't know why either, I am also confused by my own feelings. On the one hand I am still worried about you and want to protect you Jess, but my heart is also able to beat for Dara. Especially with these lips are completely his.
"Bram, you've gone crazy smiling to yourself."
Huh
"Well what?" Jesslyn had raised an eyebrow.
"Yes I'll help sell Miss Jesslyn's house." Bram replied so straightforwardly and confidently. The woman named Jesslyn let out a laugh while waving her hands. I'm sick of talking to crazy people, that's what her hand movements mean.
While in Bram's confusion, the phone in the pocket of the suit shook. The name on the phone screen requires Bram to quickly open a message from him.
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At the review site.
The existence of e-mail in the notification of accelerated project information, requires Jesslyn to intervene to review directly what has not been applied.
The situation of the building that just stood upright has not been completely neat, still leaving the remnants of building materials scattered. A wooden sack from the second floor fell almost upon Jesslyn.
Bram's fast-moving reflex pulls Jesslyn's slender waist into a hug. The aroma of a distinctive perfume that is always in the crave of out, sweeping the nasal cavity into the liver space.
Bram Flashback's brain goes into the night, smelling the cuddle-scented Perfume as his head continues to draw closer to Dara's face.
Dara who did not show gestures of rejection, closed their eyes when their lips fused and began to have movement. To hell with this desire, Bram hopes his girl can stop him.
In the shadow of the events of that night he was pushed in fact now Bram was hit back. Jesslyn immediately got up and pushed Bram away from her.
"Sorry Mom, I'm just trying to help."
"Yes Bram I understand."
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Seriate...
Don't forget to be happy.