The Heart You Injured

The Heart You Injured
Chapter 50. How to Ngamuk?



Older motor brand Le*genda drove at high speed splitting the way of the mouse in front of him. Why is it called the rat's road? Yes, because the road through this is very narrow. Exactly like ratus😃 street


"Aduuuhhh.... This is why the road is so slow sir? I'm late!" yelled Jenica who was upset because it felt like the speed of the motorcycle that brought it was really like a conch.


"What's the big deal, Ma'am? This is already full speed, but yes please be understood because the old motorbike so his breathing is boring," defended the motorcycle taxi, do not want if the vehicle is mocked.


Jenica could only cluck softly while shaking her head. For protests, in fact, he will only waste energy. Because the speed of this bike is very draining his patience.


"Loh, uh, uh, uh, uh. .. This is the bike why sir?"


"For a moment, let me restart the engine!"


Jenica gasped when the engine suddenly died. Spring, he started getting off the bike. While the motorcycle taxi driver tried to grip the lever of the engine on the right side of his foot to make this motorbike engine back on. But what power. Until the sweat of the motorcycle taxi driver was flowing profusely, this motorbike engine still could not turn on.


"Wow, I'm so sorry, ma'am. This looks like the bus is in trouble."


Jenica. "So you mean Father?"


The taxi driver nodded slowly. "Yes Ma'am, this bike broke down so can't deliver the Mbak to the hotel."


"Keep, what should I do, sir? It's I'm too late."


"Aduuuhhhh, how about Ma'am?" Mr. ojek is seen circulating his gaze around, until he realized something. "Ahhh, it's better if the ma'am runs away. Look Ma'am, the hotel is only a few hundred meters from here."


Mr. ojek pointed towards the hotel building which seemed to stand majestic and towering. Followed by Jenica who followed where the direction of the index finger Mr. motorcycle taxi.


Jenica seemed to think for a moment. Although it will look silly however, this is the only way to get to the hotel soon.


"Alright Sir. I think I should run."


"Come on Ma'am, spirit!"


Without the ba-bi-bu and wasting a lot of time, Jenica took the start to run as fast as possible. The woman seemed to be racing against time to be able to arrive at the hotel. With the remnants of strength present, he galloped through the path of a rat filled with water-water-water comban that came out of nowhere.


"Iuuuhhhh .. lf it wasn't for my wedding day, I wouldn't want to get dirty like this!"


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"What's? So this isn't her bride?"


Madam Rosebrand screeched. Suddenly his body felt so weak. He landed his butt on the sofa while massaging his temple. Suddenly his head felt so dizzy, trying to digest what had actually happened.


"From now on I've said that I'm not the bride-to-be, Madam. But Madam does not believe it" said Dinda trying to remind the MUA. Because it is true, when Dinda tried to explain it was only considered as a wind and then only by Rosebrand.


"Yes how Eike can trust Cin. There are only you young ladies in this room, so who else if not you the bride-to-be. Who is Mr Erlan's bride after all? Why hasn't he arrived here when it's already before the show starts?"


No one responded to the question posed by Rosebrand. Everyone in this room seemed so dissolved in his own mind.


Rosebrand shifted his gaze towards Erlan. "Sir, how does this go? The show will start soon. When did the bride-to-be not attend?"


Erlan simply let out a slightly rough breath. He who is still in fashion is amazed at the beauty of the housekeeper trying to reach his awareness and common sense.


"We just pray, I hope Jenica gets here soon. The last news is he's been on a motorcycle to come here."


"But sir, look out there. The guests arrive one by one. And it's eight in fifteen minutes. As for the future Master to arrive here, can not Eike make-up with the maximum" explained Rosebrand.


"It's okay Madam. As much as possible," said Erlan lirih, resigned if the lover can not be made-up perfectly at this wedding.


"Aha!!!" rosebrand's sudden strangulation that made everyone's attention point to him. "What if the bride is replaced by this beautiful girl, sir? We just have to put on the wedding contract. So this event does not have to be late? Hows it? Agreed?"


Erlan and Dinda were both aghast. Both are compactly shaking their heads.


"No madam, it's an impossible thing!" said Dinda lantang.


"Why is it impossible, love? You already look beautiful and perfect, so just carry out the contract."


"I'm married, Madame. I am a wife. So it's impossible to follow the advice uttered by Madam."


"Lan, try calling Jenica again. Tanya, where is she!" timpal Joni who also can't wait for the presence of his boss's future wife. Because the invited guests have arrived.


Erlan reached into the pocket of the pants she was wearing. He rolled his fingers over the phone screen and tried to find the contact of the future wife, but he had not found the name of the contact Jenica suddenly...


Czechkkkk....


"Sorry, sorry, I'm late. Let's get my make up!!"


Without further ado, Jenica began to land her buttocks on the bench in front of the mirror. He seemed to not care about the group of people who were stunned to see his sudden arrival.


Jenica frowned as everyone in this room was just flabbergasted and not moving at all. Feeling annoyed at being questioned, the woman stood up again and joined in the middle of this standing person.


Just now he was going to protest to Madam Rosebrand, Jenica's two eyeballs actually made perfect when he saw a woman who looked so graceful and beautiful with her makeup and kebaya. Gasps, he tightened his body towards this woman.


Plaque... Plakkkp... Oh my!!!


"Vorahhhhhh..."


"She!"


Surti who also looks beautiful with a kebaya dress that he wears, squealing loudly when he saw Dinda's face slapped by Jenica. He approached Dinda and carried Dinda's body into her arms.


While Dinda who get an impromptu attack can only shed tears on the shoulders of Surti. The woman did not understand why she was slapped by the future wife of her employer.


Seeing Jenica slap a punch in Dinda's face, everyone in this place was shocked to death. Erlan who realized that, then approached the future wife and pulled her hand.


"What the fuck is you Jen? Why did you slap Dinda?"


The bride-to-be's face had already started to blush, drawing out anger. His chest also felt a great rumble when the feeling of jealousy overpowered the body.


"I'm the one who's supposed to ask you what the fuck? Why is this maid on make-up like this?"


"It's a little Jen misunderstanding..."


"Alahhhhhhh ... What misunderstanding? He obviously wanted to take my position. If he knew himself, he should have refused to go like this. Basic maid doesn't know herself!"


Jenica's hand was raised again to slap Dinda again...


Platyp!!!!


"Stop Jen!"


"Erland!" Jenica held her cheek next to her after her future husband gave her a slap in the face. "Why did you slap me Lan? Why are you defending this uninformed maid?"


Erlan's hand trembled slightly after she slapped Jenica. This time he did something like this. He felt that Jenica's actions had indeed been very outrageous.


Erlan let out a long sigh and then exhaled slowly. "Sorry, I'm sorry Jen. I didn't mean to be rude to you. But your attitude has gone too far. Dinda is completely innocent!"


"She remains guilty Lan, she wants to seize my position to be her bride. He wanted to use this opportunity to shift my position!"


"Stop Jen's. Dinda is innocent. It is better that you are getting ready for make up. Look, ten minutes left the show will start."


Awakened to the increasingly tight time, making Jenica no longer care about the existence of Dinda who looks much more beautiful. He also forced Madam Rosebrand's arm to apply makeup immediately.


"Remember, I want my makeup to be much more perfect than the makeup of the clueless maid!" tell Jenica to Madam Rosebrand.


While Madam Rosebrand could only shake her head slowly. "Can't Miss. Time is so bad. So, Eike can only decorate you, just the way!"


"What?????"


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