Oh My Jasson
Don't look!

"Are you married to Kimmy?" asked Mario then for a moment did not get a reply to his words.

"It's over!" timpal Jasson suddenly. "Kimmy is married to me" he said.

"Kimmy your wife?" marrio asked, the man was so gasp, because he did not know that Jasson was married. Moreover, the woman who became Jasson's wife was the woman he turned out to know as well.

Jasson nodded his head, then the man said, "Yes." In short, Kimmy and Alea were flabbergasted to turn their eyes in astonishment at the man who was putting on a face with such seriousness, wasn't Jasson's face like that?

"It's not that Harry Jasson didn't want his marriage to Miss Kimmy, then why did he even acknowledge his marriage" Alea said, there was a sense of constriction in his chest cavity that made the woman's breath slow down. So did Kimmy, the woman still did not take her eyes off, looked at the man who had become her husband with a look full of astonishment, it could have been Jasson did not recognize the marriage that since the beginning was not wanted, he said, so why is the man now even told his marriage status.

"Well, you're really lucky to be married to Kimmy" Marrio praised, there was a sense of awe implied in both of his silver-colored beads that it felt like he didn't want to turn to look at Kimmy, the woman he had just learned of had become his friend's wife.

"I'm the lucky one to have married Jasson, but Jasson? he thinks I'm a bad luck. Nah! I'm the same with him. I'm not lucky at all. Isn't a marriage said to be lucky if both of them love each other, while I? not the love I got, but the hatred I didn't know how deep the hate ran through her heart." Kimmy's gaze still chained the strong man who was standing some distance from the floor which he was still on.

"But you don't deserve to be husband and wife." Mario's words were accompanied by laughter, instantly making Jasson's forehead wrinkle deeply. What does that man mean?

"You mean?" kimmy asked, slowly but urgently excited by the curiosity said by Mario momentarily moved his gaze away from Jasson.

"You look like you're not a married couple, maybe other people will think the same of me." Both of Mario's eyes immediately turned toward Alea who was closer to Jasson than Kimmy, looking impeccable left between them, even the shirt they were wearing touched each other, maybe what Mario said was true, people would think if Jasson's wife was Alea, not Kimmy.

Both eyes of Kimmy follow Mario's eyes pointing, the hot atmosphere suddenly sighed as she was made aware that there was no blame between her husband and the woman she knew as her husband's friend and private secretary, until the end of the shirt with the dominating lace was targeted by Kimmy when his hands reflexed to rejuvenate it.

Unasked, Jasson immediately distanced her body from her secretary, his gaze reunited with Kimmy as if he were making sure of her. Jasson returned his eyes to Mario. "I don't have enough time, this actually interrupts my day off. So from now on," he said hurriedly, Jasson's countenance turning colder than usual, as did his voice.

"We both need this business, so you don't feel like I need it. Come sit down," Mario ordered, the man pulled the chair with one of his legs, before his body landed perfectly there, followed by Jasson and Alea, not with Kimmy.

"Kimmy, come sit down." Mario turned his head towards Kimmy who was still silent in the same position, still staring at Jasson. There was an empty bench next to Mario, but Kimmy refused to sit next to a man he had not seen for a dozen years.

"No, thank you, Mario. I'll open the table myself." Kimmy pulled out half of both corners of her lips, forming a forced smile review. He turned his body and walked away from the table, his eyes closed slowly as he exhaled his wasted breath and the pain he could not show at all, before finally, he opened his eyes perfectly and passed away from there.

Jasson's eyes watched Kimmy's footsteps walking closer to the other table that was one table away from the table he was currently sitting at, making sure the woman actually sat there.

"Jasson, let's get started." Alea's voice dropped Jasson's gaze, to take his eyes off.

"Yes." Yeah."

***

Kimmy was seen holding both sides of an ice cream bowl that had just been delivered by a waiter after fifteen minutes of waiting. Kimmy does not like coffee or tea too much, because he knows, the content of caffeine is not too good for a woman, so he prefers his favorite vanilla ice cream for her to order. However, vanilla ice cream that used to be his favorite now does not make him interested and has not been touched by his aunt at all. He was more interested in watching Jasson who was busy with her impromptu work. As it turned out, Alea's work made her that close to Jasson, he thought.

Kimmy slowly took her increasingly heavy breaths. "If only I were like Miss Alea." A bitter smile covered his thin lips that were red as a cherry. "Their favorite films and books are the same, they are also both coffee enthusiasts. Miss Alea is good at cooking, she is very mature. While me? I have absolutely nothing in common with Jasson, even I'm not smart to take her heart."

Kimmy suddenly averted his eyes, when again he was caught watching Jasson from a distance. The woman immediately ate the ice cream that had melted because she had neglected it for too long. But Jasson, the man looked at his wife for a long time, before finally, he returned to focus on his work.

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Mario put up his hearing to listen to the explanations from Alea and Jasson for the cooperation plan between their companies, but Jasson was upset when he found Mario who was not focused on what he had delivered at length, especially what made his client was not focused is Kimmy. Yes, the man was watching Kimmy who was busy enjoying ice cream at a different table with him.

"Are you listening to our explanation, Mr Mario?" Jasson's question with high voice intonation made Mario turn his gaze back toward the friend who would become his business partner.

"I heard everything, I've been observing and looking for information about your company first, because from the beginning I was interested in working with your company, because the cooperation we will build will certainly be very profitable. So I don't need any more explanation."

"Alright then" replied Jasson.

"Let's drink your coffee first." Mario first raised his coffee cup, the man sipped a black drink that still showed his hot steam while looking back at Kimmy from a distance, and Jasson knew it.

"Ahhh hot ...." A loud shout shortly after the sound of broken glass hitting the floor seized all the attention of the visitors, not least Jasson.

Jasson was flabbergasted when he realized that the scream came from Kimmy who was seen pitting the heat because of the coffee spilled by the waiter.

"Ahhh hot, very hot." Kimmy flicked his bright clothes now look wet will spill coffee that dirty his clothes.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't intentional." That was how a male servant suddenly panicked when he saw Kimmy complaining of heat.

"Kimmys." Jasson put his cup back where it was, stood up and quickly walked over to Kimmy who was incessantly stirring the heat.

"Do you have no eyes? The coffee you brought spilled over my wife's body." Jasson suddenly pushed the maid to the point of almost falling, but her body was still able to concentrate so as not to slip on the slippery floor.

"Tu-sir, sorry. I was not intentional." The waiter looked down, trembling in fear.

"Shed coffee on your customers and you said by accident? would you say the same thing if you repeated this to your other customers?" Jasson's thunderous voice made the entire cafe become violent.

"Jasson, I was wrong." Kimmy immediately pulled the arm of her husband's hand so as not to make too much noise there. "I was wrong, when I went to the toilet, I just stood up and didn't see if there was a waiter with hot coffee." Kimmy's forehead clutches her eyes shiny because it still holds the pain of hot coffee that still burns around the skin of her neck and chest.

"Miss forgive our waiter for accidentally spilling coffee." A man with a tall tidy stature and a mustache that dangled to the point of almost touching his chin suddenly approached them by bowing a little body full of apologies, he said, looks like the man is the manager of the cafe.

"Your servant-this"

"Jasson, don't extend it!" tukas Kimmy while bluffing her husband's arm.

"It's okay, sir. It's my fault, your waiter's been working well. I'm the one who's less careful, it's purely my fault."

"Miss, forgive me. Again forgive me." The waiter repeatedly bowed his body in front of Kimmy, completely feeling guilty and making Kimmy feel sorry.

"No, it's okay."

"Miss once again I'm sorry for our less careful waitress."

"It's okay, sir, forget it. Anyway I'm fine. Please don't scold your servant, it's really my fault" Kimmy said.

"Thank you very much, Miss."

"Jinner ...." Jasson's hand was pulled by Kimmy to get away from there. Alea and Mario followed them both.

"Kimmy, are you okay?" ask Marrio who is no less panicked.

"I'm fine." Kimmy was forced to lie, but he still endured the pain that burned his skin.

"Kimmy, wait here, I have a sweater in my car, you can wear it."

"No need! I'll take Kimmy home!" sahut Jasson's.

"You already know what you need to do, so you just take care of it" she replied.

"Jasson, no need, I can go home alone by taxi, you just continue your work, I'll go home alone" Kimmy said. She really did not want to bother or interfere with her husband's work.

But Jasson's mouth didn't budge at all. He suddenly pulled the hand of his wife and immediately invited her to say goodbye to Mario and Alea to leave there.

"Jasson ...." Kimmy tried to thrash, but the man ignored her.

"Jasson, I can go home by myself, please let go of my hand."

"You shut up or I'll let you go in the middle of the road!" Jasson's clash is full of undeniable threats by Kimmy. The woman is now silent and follows her husband as he steps into the car park.

***

"It hurts a lot." Kimmy was seen just getting into the car and sitting on his body. The woman closed her eyes while holding her neck and chest that had been splashed by hot coffee, her skin still burning. However, he did not want to complain or show his pain to Jasson.

Jasson immediately drove his car to leave the place.The man was looking for a road that if at all not passed by anyone. Then, his white car pulled over when it felt the streets were completely deserted. His feet immediately stepped on the brake spring until the car was now stopped perfectly.

"Change your clothes!" Jasson suddenly thrust an innocent T-shirt that he just took from a travel bag that contained some clothes that he always carried in his car.

"Ehm ...." Kimmy received the shirt and looked at it confusedly.

"Quick chain your clothes!" jasson's orders.

"Here?"

"Yes, where are you going again? you want to change your clothes in the middle of the road?" exclaiming Jasson.

"You're crazy?"

"Quick wear, there's no one here."

"Then you?"

"I won't see it, I don't taste it!" Jasson turned her gaze out the window of the car, but did not heed Kimmy to immediately wear the clothes that had been given by her husband.

Jasson clucked, he took a neatly folded suit in the back seat, then rolled it out and covered the suit that had a thick enough cloth on Kimmy's body.

"Rapid change!" Jasson turned her eyes back out the window and did not look at Kimmy.

"Don't look!" kimmy's orders.

"No, hurry up!"

Kimmy immediately took off the top clothes that were stained by the coffee spill. "Don't look! Don't look! Don't look!" Kimmy said that repeatedly.

"I don't have the taste to see you, quick!"

"If you look, your eyes will turn into cow eyes!"

Jasson was annoyed by Kimmy's words, he forgot and was about to turn to the woman, but Kimmy shouted first to make the man undo it.

"I told you not to look!" exclaim Kimmy.

"You talk a lot!"

3 Minutes later.

5 Minutes later

10 Minutes later.

"How long is it so fast!" snapped Jasson. "You want my hands to melt."

"Wait a minute."

"Why so long? you were on purpose?"

"Who is intentional!" refute Kimmy.

"I'm done."  Kimmy pulled the suit still held by Jasson to cover her body.

"Have you worn your clothes?" asked Jasson who still did not dare to turn her eyes to look at his wife.

"It."

Jasson slowly turned to Kimmy. Yes, the woman had changed the clothes she had given.  He noticed that his shirt was flabby when worn by his wife, Kimmy's smile glared at him, his face was cute and adorable when wearing his shirt, but Jasson denied it.

Both of Jasson's eyes caught Kimmy's neck flushed, in contrast to his original pure white skin, it almost blistered and seemed to radiate to parts unattainable by both eyes.

Jasson picked up a medicine box in his car. Yes, it can be said, Jasson cars are complete with needs that may be needed when urgent like this. Not only clothes and medicine boxes that he always carries everywhere, some shoes, and, snacks and toiletries for him to use at any time during a long trip are also available in there.

Jasson took a tube-shaped topical medicine that was devoted to burns. He shifted his body slightly and approached Kimmy. His hand suddenly pulled Kimmy's apes, hoping to see the burns from the coffee spill.

"What do you want?" Kimmy was aghast, the woman immediately covered her chest with both palms.

"You're treating your wounds! If left untreated, it can blister! Come closer!" As hypnotized, Kimmy immediately approached her body following her husband's orders without refuting.

Jasson unscrewed the bottle, the tip of his finger that had been given the drug and now began to touch the skin of Kimmy's neck. The movement of Jasson's hands that treat his wife's burned skin makes the woman feel amused, Kimmy's heart suddenly beats fast like a bomb that is ready to be detonated, even more so when he was so long looking at Jasson's face with a very close distance, even made the woman's breath slow down so that the wasted air from her nose was not to touch the skin of the man's face which now almost makes him numb. Kimmy's body like being stung by electricity made him tremble uncontrollably until cold sweat seeped all over his body as Jasson's hands began to decline in the most sensitive direction on his upper body.

"You why?" Jasson stopped his activity, his forehead wrinkled deeply with question marks, when he saw the change in the look of Kimmy's face that paled as if not drained of blood at all there.

"You sick?" he asked back when he got no answer.

"T-no! I-I'm not sick!" hurriedly answer. "I-I'll treat my own burns." Kimmy weaned the medicine from Jasson's hand and turned his back on the man, making his face invisible.

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing." Kimmy held onto her heart which was still fast.

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