Oh My Jasson
Not a good man

The attention of Jasson and the others is now diverted towards the table occupied by Kimmy and Jesslyn which is located quite far from the table where they are sitting at this time.

Jasson who was busy playing cards, suddenly stopped his game.

"What do they do." Jasson stood up leaving his seat. With long steps, Jasson immediately approached Kimmy and Jesslyn's table and was followed by Mark and the others.

Jasson stopped his steps right at the table, both eyes were made to gasp when he saw two bottles of wine that had been empty and the other was only partially left on the table, the only ones at the table were Kimmy and Jeslyn and no one else but them, then who would have drank the wine if not the two of them? Jasson's eyes now alternately look at Kimmy and Jesslyn who have begun to lose consciousness.

"Gosh ..." Harry, Mark and Daven were equally surprised to see the two of them.

"Jesslyn what is this? what are you doing!" jasson's clasping made Jesslyn lift her face and smile at her brother.

"I didn't do anything, Kimmy just wanted to tell me to dance, but I didn't want to, she wanted to dance with you. He was moving my hands like this." Jesslyn moved her hands like Kimmy did.

"Shut up!" jasson snapped, his hand so violently brushed Jesslyn's hand, that it stopped dancing.

"You're hurting me! I'm going to tell you to papa and brother!" Jesslyn's voice rattled, she put her face back on the table because her head felt very heavy and powerless.

"You never drink, why dare you drink like this! Go, go!" Jasson patted Jesslyn on the cheek to wake her twin.

"Hmm."

"Wake up and go home now!"

"I don't want to! I'm going to sleep here!"

"Jesslyn, let's go home!" Jasson resentfully lifted up her brother's body, but Jesslyn refused.

"Jasson, he wouldn't have woken up if he hadn't kissed the prince." Kimmy greets him while laughing, his consciousness is disappearing for longer, his heavy nape makes him put his face on the table.

"They're just in the style of wanting to drink wine like us, but look, drinking just a few sips of it is drunk like this, what a shame!" whispered Chelia who was currently closing her lips on Alea's earlobe.

"Miss Chelia, don't interfere, you know Jesslyn really doesn't like it when we meddle in her business."

"Leave it, I don't like him either, he's so spoiled and childlike!" Chelia rolled her eyes and folded her hands over her stomach.

Jasson is still trying to wake Jesslyn up, as is Mark trying to get Kimmy to come home.

"Kimmy, let's go home." Mark tries to help Kimmy stand up, but Kimmy refuses.

"I don't want to, I want to go home with Jasson and Jesslyn." Kimmy said unconsciously, clasping Mark's hand trying to lift his body from the table and the seat. Jasson just glanced at Kimmy.

"Kimmy, come. Don't be like this!" Mark was finally able to persuade Kimmy and help him stand, he asked the woman to leave the place. However, Jasson was unceasingly paying attention to their body movements.

"Jasson, come on, I'll help you bring Jesslyn home." Harry's offer unfolded Jasson's gaze which immediately turned toward his best friend.

"Harry, please take Jesslyn home!" jasson's orders.

"Aren't there aunts and uncles at home? what if they're angry to see Jesslyn drunk like this? shouldn't we take him to Alana's house?" ask Harry.

"My mom and dad are staying at Alana's tonight, so you just take Jesslyn home, I'm gonna go for a little while."

"Where are you going?" Harry scrunched his forehead, he was curious.

"Yes, Jasson. Where are you going? why rush?" Alea tymphal.

"I have a little business!" Jasson curtly greeted him as if he did not want to waste much time just answering his friends' questions. He passed away leaving Jesslyn who had lost consciousness and still did not change position on her seat.

"Jasson, wait ...." Harry immediately ran after Jasson who was now in the restaurant yard, he was so curious and wanted to ask directly about the sudden departure of his best friend.

"What's wrong?" Jasson turned her body towards Harry with a grunt.

"Where are you going? why did you suddenly leave like this?"

"He's drunk!" said Jasson.

"Him? who do you mean?" harry asked, still digesting what his best friend meant.

"Kimmys." Jasson called out the name doubtfully.

"What if he's drunk? there's Mr. Mark, he'll be safe so you don't have to worry!"

"I just wanted to follow them and make sure the man drove Kimmy to his house."

"Why?" Harry raised one of his eyebrows, asking in wonder, since when did the man who had been friends since childhood with him care about Kimmy? thought.

"Have your heart melted and you started to like Kimmy? now you're jealous of Mr Mark?" ledek Harry pulled one corner of his lips.

Totally poked up to make a small push from Jasson's hand he landed on Harry's chest. "Don't talk carelessly! I don't like him at all, let alone be jealous!" he yelled in annoyance.

"If it wasn't that, then what were your goals until you wanted to follow the two of them?" ask Harry.

"I told you, I just wanted to make sure that Kimmy was actually delivered by the man to his house!" exclaiming Jasson.

"Just make sure?" asked Harry with a full look.

"Yes, because Mark is not a good man!" The words spoken by Jasson made Harry frown.

"not good? meanin? Mr Mark is not a good person?" Harry was confused by Jasson's words.

"Yes, he's not a good guy. I'll tell you everything later, now you come in and get Jesslyn home quickly."

"Alright, I'll deliver it." Harry greeted him with great enthusiasm. Jasson was about to leave, but his steps stopped and approached his friend.

"What else is it?" ask Harry.

"Awas you messed with my sister or made her hurt in the least. If that happens, I won't forgive you!" threatening Jasson while insisting on his index finger in front of Harry's face.

"Yes, who wants to fuck around! At most I'll just pinch his nose!"

"God!" Jasson glared both eyes at Harry.

"I'm just kidding, you go!"

Jasson said goodbye and left the new restaurant owned by his family to immediately continue his intention to follow Kimmy and Mark who had left the place first.

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