The Love of the Racer
Finding Your Own Happiness

Dazed in agony, Jennis was seen sitting next to the bed where Jesslyn was lying weakly. He several times sighed, because of the anxiety that is still colonizing.

Occasionally rub the back of Jesslyn's hand gently, as a form of attention. Warmly looked at that beautiful face that still closed his eyes, along with whispers of prayer so that he was immediately fine.

However, the man also had time to wonder in his heart. And occasionally clucking annoyed even though not up to emotions.

What the hell is wrong with you? Already know you can not go out alone when it snows but instead drive a car without someone accompanying. You idiot!

Jennis was stunned from the daydream when someone put a jacket on his body from behind. Rotated neck so that the eyes more easily reach the view, find out who just came.

"Jeav, are you coming? Jesslyn wasn't conscious yet." Jennis still showed anxiety on her pale face.

"Jesslyn needs enough rest. The doctor had just given him a sedative so that chionophobia syndrome in him did not return to attack. After realizing he could be taken home immediately," explained Jeaven.

*Chinophobia is a fear of snow.

"Thank God." Jennis breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time he covered the face of Jeaven. "Did anything happen between you before?" Ask probing. His instincts say that the carelessness of Jesslyn this time has something to do with her brother.

"Yes. We had a fight before. And here I'm on the wrong side" I'm Jeaven. Although the tone of his voice seemed cold, but the regretful lines on his face were so easy to read.

"Jeav, I beg you. If you don't like him at least don't hurt his feelings." Highlight the eyes of Jennis as if describing a meaning so deep.

"Sorry." Only one word can be said from the tip of the tongue of Jeaven. But believe me, that one word is a form of sincerity from his regret.

Jennis turned his attention to Jesslyn's pale face that looked peaceful in a deep manner. "I'm sorry to Jesslyn. That's right," he said.

"I know."

Jeaven glanced towards the watch that circled her wrist. "It's time to take the medicine. You should go home now. I called a driver to pick you up. He's in front."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Go home" said Jeaven.

"Don't force me, Jeav." Apparently Jennis intends to rebel even though he knows that the brother does not like to be denied.

"At least think about Mommy's feelings. He called because he was worried about you."

Jennis finally resigned. If the figure of the mommy has been called he can no longer evade the orders of Jeaven.

"Don't hurt Jesslyn again. If you don't want to face me directly." Jennis gave a stern warning complete with a fist raised in front of the face.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm leaving."

"Be careful."

"Revelation!" Jennis recalls before actually going out. Jeaven only carried a flat and cold expression nodded faintly.

After the disappearance of Jennis's body behind the door, Jeaven was immediately made aware by the sound of weak movements from the bed where Jesslyn was lying. The man did not show much reaction. He just immediately sat down without making a sound, observing the woman who seemed to adapt when opening her eyelids due to the glare of the lights of the room.

Jesslyn slowly circulated her weak gaze around, trying to re-energize the power in the body and digest the situation. "Ck! I'm in the hospital again." He clucked incensefully in a groan.

"Rest first," said Jeaven who immediately attracted the attention of the hospital bed occupants.

A hearty throb in the chest cavity suddenly returned to greet. Jesslyn suddenly put up a disappointed mimic. Remembering the attitude of Jeaven at the restaurant earlier made him lazy to meet face to face.

Turned his body to turn his back on the man. "Go, I want to be alone" Jesslyn said. Really, he wanted to hide the look of his weak face.

In peace Jeaven did not expect. Just this time Jesslyn was acting cold in front of him. I don't know why, it feels so different. Is it because you are not used to it? It's probable.

However, he tried to understand. "I'll stay here, take care of you."

"As far as you are. I will not have the power to expel you who do not like to be denied."

"sorry. I've been wrong to you."

Jesslyn flinched, not responding directly to the words of Jeaven who knew her purpose. The woman faintly heard a heavy sigh to release the wedge of feeling in the chest. He turned back his body and was immediately greeted by the warm gaze of the man who was still enthroned in his heart.

The two men again did not speak, only the language of the eyes that spoke to each other. The rhythm of the heartbeat sounded echoing in the soul. They seem to be exploring each other what they feel.

Really, Jesslyn was lulled by Jeaven's warm gaze which she thought was extremely rare. However, her little heart was already attached to better maintain her pride as a woman. He realized, the harder someone is chasing something, then what is being pursued is actually getting away.

A pair of beautiful netra Jesslyn reflexes blinked as Jeaven's large fingers removed the child's hair covering part of her face. A second later, the man placed a palm on the woman's forehead to check her body temperature.

"Your heat, it's down." Jeaven intended to pull back her hand that was still attached to Jesslyn's forehead, but the snooze was carried out because the woman grabbed her hand.

"Didn't you have a little feeling for me?" Jesslyn stared fixedly at Jeaven who was also staring back at her.

"Why are you still asking?" Jeaven said ambiguous, but could be immediately captured by the interlocutor.

Jesslyn immediately released Jeaven's hand, followed by a slick smile and ready to make a sound. "Don't give me that kind of attention if you don't have the slightest feeling. That could make it hard for me."

"You're not supposed to talk much for now, Jesslyn. Rest a few more hours. After that I'll take you home." Jeaven chose to shift the topic.

"Did my family know about my condition?" As if a fool with a form of attention from Jeaven, Jesslyn also chose to shift the topic.

"Not yet" Jeaven briefly replied. Sangking worried Jesslyn he did not think to contact the woman's family.

"Good, they don't need to know. I'm better now, anyway." Jesslyn tried to get up from a lying position and Jeaven seemed to be trying to help. However, the woman prevented him with one hand shaking weakly in front of the face.

For the umpteenth time, the beautiful netra Jesslyn again stared fixedly at the sharp netra of Jeaven who also replied to her. "Again I ask, do you love me?"

For a moment the man did not answer. As if anyone had thought.

"No." Different from before. This time Jeaven answered her firmly and clearly. Of course, it is understood immediately the other person.

And repeated again, the smile again adorned the beautiful face of Jesslyn. "Then, you don't have to be this kind of attention-grabbing. I told you earlier that it could make things difficult for me."

"Stop acting like a kid."

"I'm just trying to save my heart from breaking back from over-expecting you" Jesslyn said quickly.

Jesslyn's stern gaze reflected her conscientiousness. Not to stop loving, just to get better. It is not easy to remove the special taste just one blink of an eye or one snap of a finger.

As I said before, it is not easy. Although the woman was desperately holding back the turmoil of taste, but the evidence was in vain. Disappointed fluid began to frame the eyes and ready to spill at any time.

All this time, Jesslyn had been too tough to pursue her love for a long time. However, that does not mean he does not keep lara in between his struggles. Behind his persistence, smile, and cheerful attitude, he was also hurt.

Like a word, the pieces of heart injury that were received from a long time ago have now been collected perfectly. To create a circle of disappointment that is no longer blemished.

Jeaven was stunned as her gaze dived into Jesslyn's scar-laden eyes. During the time he knew Jesslyn, only this time he saw a serious look that was not as usual.

"Don't cry" Jeaven's pinta is not just a pleasant formality in dealing with sad people, but is truly heartfelt.

"Don't stop me from crying, while you're the cause." Jesslyn is a heavy grin. "Did you know? Hundreds of times you rejected me and hundreds of times my heart was broken. That's what makes me cry, lament my stupidity."

"I've told you long ago to give up on your feelings."

"Yes." Yeah." Jesslyn was only able to answer briefly, due to the roaring in her heart as if freezing her tongue.

"You deserve to be happy with another man, Jess."

"Well, I'll find my happiness."

The deg!

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