Oh My Jasson
I was jealous

Kimmy rests her back on the back of the car seat. His blank gaze was straight ahead, his chest felt tight. She wanted so badly to cry. But it's not possible.

While Mario, the eyes of the man could not be separated to pay attention to Kimmy on the sidelines of his focus on steering.

"Why did Jasson leave me? why isn't he looking for me?" The sentence echoed repeatedly in Kimmy's head. Both of the women's eyes looked teary. "He's more concerned about going home with Miss Alea than I am." A round of tears suddenly escaped from its place when Kimmy was unable to withstand the pain that felt tight to the chest.

Kimmy throws his gaze out the window of the car evading Mario who is trying to see his face. His two thumbs quickly wiped away the tears that bathed his beautiful face.

"Kimmy, are you okay?" ask Mario.

"Yes, I'm fine." Kimmy retracted her gaze as her tears dried up.

"You must not have eaten. How about we stop by the diner for a while?

"No need, Mario," Kimmy refused. "I'm just going home. Jasson must be waiting for me" he continued in a voice that became increasingly heavy.

"waiting you? he doesn't even care about you." The words made Kimmy interested to turn his eyes to Mario.

"You mean?"

"If he cared about you, you wouldn't have been locked in a toilet like that!"

"Jasson didn't know I was locked in the basement."

"He should have found out. Not even going home with his secretary!" spray Mario. "Don't let my guess be right."

"What guess?" Kimmy's forehead wrinkled. Can't wait for the man to answer his question.

"It is assumed that Jasson and Miss Alea have more than just a boss and an employee relationship."

"Don't talk carelessly!" exclaim Kimmy. She felt she could not accept the accusations made by Mario against her husband.

"I'm sorry if my assumptions were wrong, but that's how I've felt since I had a contract with Jasson's company. Jasson treated Alea very special than any other employee."

"Because Miss Alea is her personal secretary. And he's also Jasson's best friend!" sergeant Kimmy.

Mario suddenly laughed to make Kimmy frown at the confusion of the man.

"Yes, infidelity does start from a friendship" said Mario.

"Kimmy, I have a private secretary, and she's my own cousin. Even if he was my cousin, I never treated him as special. I treat him like my other employees. Never picked her up or drove her home, as Jasson did to Miss Alea." Mario's voice and eye gaze were full of decisiveness.

"Huh, come on, Kimmy, forget it." Mario ended the conversation and refocused on his drive.

Kimmy's two eyes glazed over. It justifies the man's words. Kimmy pulled her gaze out the car window. Both of his eyes closed briefly and were followed by a puff of his breath that felt heavy. It justifies the word Mario. The pain and fear now touched his heart.

***

Alea looked worried. The woman walked back and forth in her house; precisely in the living room. The sound of knocking on the door shocked the woman. He immediately opened the door of his house. The appearance of a woman who was none other than Chelia was standing there in casual clothes. Alea told the woman he knew well to come in and let her sit down.

"How's it?" chelia asked as she landed her body to sit on the sofa. It was followed by Alea who chose to sit opposite him.

"I did as you ordered me to get the guards to check the basement."

"Then?"

"Guard found Miss Kimmy, luckily she's fine."

"I told you, she's gonna be okay. We should've locked him up for two hours." A smile painted thinly on Chelia's lips that had been polished peach-colored lipstick.

"You're so crazy, Miss Chelia!" snapped Alea. "What if Miss Kimmy died?"

"Don't yell at me!" Chelia snapped back at Alea. "I just wanted to teach him a little lesson. And we agreed to talk about this in your office!"

Yes, just now when Alea got into the elevator and was about to find Kimmy in the basement, she passed Chelia who happened to have needs with her. Chelia is forced to follow Alea down to the basement to find Kimmy. His gaze was circulated, his hair felt like standing when the basement was creepy for him.

Upon learning the information from Alea that the basement had been unused for a long time and was rarely climbed, an ill will suddenly seeped into Chelia's mind.

"I don't want to, Miss!" Alea's voice full of rejection was heard echoing in the basement as Chelia conveyed her bad plan.

"Don't yell!" Chelia silenced Alea's mouth with her palm, her gaze full of warning.

"We just locked it in the toilet for an hour." Chelia kept her palm away from Alea's mouth when she felt she could control it..

"No, I don't want to."

"Alea, I just want to teach Kimmy a lesson. Because of Kimmy, my relationship with Daven has been strained."

"Then what does this have to do with Miss Kimmy?" exclaim Alea.

"Because Daven likes it!" chelia.  "Alea, you don't naive. I know you don't like Kimmy either. Because of her presence, you can't get as close to Jasson as you used to, can you?"

Alea turned her eyes. For a moment, he said, "Yes, I don't like Miss Kimmy very much, but I don't want to do that. What if something bad happens to her, miss!"

"He'll be fine in there! Trust me. We just locked it in the toilet for an hour."

"No. I don't want to!" Alea's headband strengthened his refusal.

"You have to!" chelia. He clasped Alea's arm, and his forced eyes were sharpened.

"I don't want to do that, Miss. Poor Miss Kimmy."

"You don't feel sorry for your sister?" chelia. "What if my family stopped tuition and also laundered your sister?" threaten Chelia. Alea seemed to be unable to dwell on the threat. In this world, the only family left is his sister; his sister who has a history of kidney disease since adolescence. The cost of washing blood every two times a week is not cheap. Alea's salary of working for one month alone could only afford to pay six times for dialysis.

"Have you forgotten how to return the favor, Alea?" Chelia's voice resuscitated Alea for her silence. "My aunt and mother have helped your family too much. And now, for such a small request, you don't want to do it for me?"

"But, Miss."

Like having no other choice. Alea was finally forced to respond to Chelia's orders even though she did not have the heart to lock the toilet door that she knew Kimmy was in there. Alea repeatedly cursed at himself. Even though he really disliked Kimmy, he never thought in the slightest to do ill will to the woman, but this time he was really forced to obey Chelia's orders. Carefully, Alea locked the toilet door so as not to make any noise.

"Who's out there?" Kimmy's voice recalls when his hearing caught a metal falling from outside. The voice came from the key that Alea accidentally dropped.

However, Kimmy ignored him. He was busy throwing away the trash that had remained in his stomach for days.

***

Jasson had asked Jesslyn, Alana and her in-laws about her whereabouts, but no one knew. Kimmy's cell phone number was repeatedly dialed, but what he found remained the same.

"Kimmy, where are you?" Jasson has lost his patience. He really does not calm down if only stay at home without knowing the news of his wife's whereabouts.

With an anxious step. Jasson picked up a coat hung with a hanger from the cupboard he had just opened. Then, he wrapped the coat on his body in a hurry.

His hand grabbed the contact of the car lying on the nightstand. His long steps took his sturdy body out of the house to find Kimmy without knowing which place he should go first.

Jasson got into the car whose door he had just opened. His body landed to sit in the steering chair. However, Jasson pulled his body back out of the car, until now the two men's legs were perfect on the ground when an unfamiliar car stopped right in his yard.

His originally anxious gaze turned cold and angry when he found Kimmy getting out of the car with Mario.

Jasson pulled Kimmy's body and kept him away from the man. His gaze was scary and colder than usual to make Kimmy put his gaze down because he felt scared.

"Where are you from?" tanyanya rouse. But Kimmy just kept quiet because he was lazy to answer that question. It feels free to answer. That's why Kimmy chose to be silent.

"Jasson let me go!" Kimmy tried to wriggle when she felt Jasson's hand was too strong to grip her fragile arm. The woman was still bending her gaze and did not dare to look at Jasson at all, but Jasson was completely unwilling to let go.

Jasson turned his eyes to Mario with an unfriendly look. "Why are you still here? is there any need?"

"Can you not be rude to Kimmy?" exciting Mario. His gaze was riled when he saw Jasson's treatment.

"She's my wife. So it's up to me to do anything to him!" he replied with emotion until he did not realize that his hand hurt Kimmy's arm even more.

"Jasson, my arm hurts." Kimmy tries to avoid Jasson's hand. However, his efforts were in vain. Jasson's overflowing emotions ignored him.

"Jasson, let go of Kimmy!" snapped Mario.

"Who would you dare to yell at me and advise me?" Jasson snapped back at his business partner.  "And you're just taking my wife away and coming home this late? Aren't you ashamed of Mr Mario?"

"And you?" Jasson turned his eyes back to Kimmy who was just silent and tried hard so that his tears would not spill. His hands clasped his wife's shoulders. A disappointed and angry look rained deeply on his cornea. "Aren't you ashamed to go home with a man who wasn't your husband this late?" Jasson's impact is blaring. Jerked the woman until her tears could not be contained anymore.  But only a little escaped the corner of his eye. Even the clear liquid was barely visible.

"No shame? what's the shame for?" Mario's words drew Jasson's attention back to leaving Kimmy out of his sight.

"You are not ashamed!" mario exclaimed with great emphasis. "Your wife was locked in the toilet so close to losing her breath and now you're blushing and accusing her of nothing."

"Kimmy locked in the toilet?"  Jasson's clutches stretched out from Kimmy's arms.  Until the woman's body has a chance to escape into the house.

"Jinner ...." Jasson was about to chase after his wife, but the explanation from Mario at this time is very much needed. So he chose to stay there.

"Whatchu mean? Kimmy locked in the toilet?"

"What kind of husband are you? your wife is locked in the basement toilet and you don't know?" Mario shook his head sarcastically. "You go home with your secretary. It's a good thing Kimmy didn't die because a guard found him there."

Those words made Jasson's body startle and so gasp. He really did not know about it, and instead scolded Kimmy.

"I was passing in front of your office, and accidentally saw Kimmy with the guards at the security post. That's why now I'm taking Kimmy home" Mario said.

"You must be asking, why didn't you call me? Just ask your wife why she won't call you, even though me and the guards have repeatedly persuaded her... Yeah, maybe he's disappointed in you."

Mario walked over to Jasson. "If you can't take good care of your wife, you better let go. Out there are still many men who want to take care of and take care of it well" said Mario, leaving a few pats on Jasson's shoulder. "One of them is me." A faint smile on one corner of the man's lips.

"You don't fuck around!"

"Pray that Kimmy won't divorce you." Mario laughed with a lot of pressure, making Jasson's anger even more explosive.

"You!" Jasson pulled the collar of the shirt worn by the man. His jaw hardened, followed by strokes on his forehead that appeared clearly.

"What do you want?" Mario still did not let go of his laughter. "You want to get in the newspaper?"

Jasson instantly dampened his emotions and hit Mario's body violently. Realizing that his fights with his business associates will worsen the reputation of his family's company. Jasson prefers to hold back his emotions and go inside the house.

***

Jasson stopped in the room. He saw Kimmy standing on his back. The cry of the woman split the silence there.  Kimmy's tears bathed his face. He held his arm that looked reddened by the hand of Jasson that imprinted there. Jasson had no intention of hurting him. But Jasson did not realize that, because his emotions were too overflowing.

"Jinner ...." The touch of Jasson's hand was clearly felt on his back. Kimmy just kept quiet, she quickly wiped her tears and was about to leave the man to enter the bathroom. However, Jasson's body managed to block him.

"Kimmy I'm sorry, I didn't know you were locked in the toilet."

"Stop ...."  Kimmy tried to hide his face from Jasson's sight.

Jasson's hands cupped Kimmy's cheeks and stared fixedly at his wife's face that had been soaked by tears. "Kimmy I'm sorry, I really don't know if you're locked in the basement toilet."

"Why don't you find out? or waiting for me?" His voice sounded so bad.

"I thought you were home. I was looking for you. I've also called you dozens of times, but your number is hard for me to call. And-"

"And delivering Miss Alea is far more important than me?"

"You told me to keep waiting for you there. So I can't go anywhere. But why did you leave me?" Kimmy's tears were breaking, leaving Jasson powerless to see.

"I told you, I don't know! If I knew where I might have left you there!" exclaiming Jasson. His voice was higher than before. "You think I'm not worried about you? you think I'm not confused looking for you?"

Kimmy was silent, her tears were flowing through her pointy chin to wet the collar of the clothes she was wearing. Her tears were quite representative of what she was feeling right now.

"Jinner ...." Jasson pulls Kimmy's body and burrows the woman into his arms, but Kimmy tries to dodge.

"Take me off!"

"Are you angry about Alea?" The question from the insensitive man made Kimmy feel even more upset. He lifted his chin. His nearly invisible eyeballs now ventured to look at Jasson.

"Yes, I'm angry because I don't like seeing you with Miss Alea, even if she's just your friend or secretary!" exclaim Kimmy. "You always scolded me if I was close to other men, but you never realized your closeness to Miss Alea had caused me this much heartache!"

"I get hurt every time you get close to Miss Aleaa. I'm jealous .. I'm so jealous .. you understand!" Kimmy's tears rolled down his face. Jasson hugged Kimmy. But Kimmy's palm strikes landed repeatedly on Jasson's chest, as if they could ease the pain he had been feeling.

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