The Love of the Racer
Be married?

Feet riveted, heavy to step. The body sculpts with a variety of blazing flavors. Jesslyn carried her pair of hazel pearls staring straight in one direction. The church building in front of the eyes was standing beautifully. However, it did not make his heart fester.

Jesslyn held tightness due to a hammering heartbeat. His mind again glared at the conversation between Jeffrey and Jenny that he had accidentally heard a moment ago.

"Darling, what's wrong? We have to leave now." Questionable mimic looks adorned Jeffrey's face when he saw Jenny's gig.

The bag that was already hanging on his shoulder was simply thrown over the sofa. Jenny let out a long sigh, expelling the discomfort in her heart. "I can't seem to come to church."

"Didn't you approve of our son's decision?"

"That's because of the force. You know for yourself how our son's character is. Be stubborn when you decide something. Even if I refuse, he won't hear it."

"But our one son rarely makes decisions for his own sake, does he? During this time he was more concerned with family happiness including his sister. I don't think he's being completely stubborn" Jeffrey said and immediately got a nod at Jenny's resignation.

Again a sigh was heard from the lips of the woman who had given birth to Jeaven. It was hard to deny her husband's words. "Although hard and cold but all this time he was a submissive child and never troublemaking. But once he makes a decision, he's indisputable and stubborn." Jenny's tone slightly raised at the end of her sentence because of the snarl with her son.

"How, so leave not?" Jeffrey looked at the time player on his wrist. "It's like this. Either way our son needs the figure of his parents now."

The view descends downwards followed by a weak slab. "Sorry, I can't go. Honestly, I was disappointed with Verlin as well. He knows very well about Jesslyn's feelings for our son, but instead stabs her in the back. How would Jesslyn feel if she heard that Jeaven and Verlin were getting married today?"

"Married? Isn't Jesslyn wrong to hear that, Aunty?"

Jenny is stunned when Jesslyn suddenly interrupts into the conversation. While Jeffrey seemed resigned to the situation.

"Jesslyn baby, since when have you been here?" Jenny immediately moved from her seat with regret in her heart. Let alone looking at Jesslyn's current expression line. Anyone can read that the woman is rejecting the reality that is stifling her chest now.

Instead of answering Jenny's spontaneous questions, Jesslyn turned the questions to Jeffrey for more convincing answers. "Uncle, is that right?" His look looked shady.

"Yes," replied Jeffrey as is, although heavy felt. Indeed, pity has filled his chest cavity.

"Where?"

"For what? You better not be there, honey," suggested Jenny to prevent Jesslyn from going to the wedding of Jeaven and Verlin.

"Please just say it, Aunty," urged Jesslyn.

"In a church not far from here," Jeffrey replied with a meaningful look. And Jesslyn immediately waltzed away after receiving an answer from him.

Jesslyn realized from daydream when the softness of the breeze hit. Disbursed mane that swept her beautiful face. The woman began to move from her feet.

Meanwhile inside the church, Jeaven and Verlin were already standing in front of the priest. Nothing special there. The guests were not even visible to the eye. Even a pair of bridal clothes did not dress their proper bodies. Only a crown of flowers adorned the head of the bride-to-be. And also a pair of rings that will be pinned on his second finger.

In contrast to Jeaven who looked calm as if there was no problem. Verlin silently held back fretting.

At this secret wedding, Jeffrey and Jenny are convinced he will not come. Given that there have been more than an hour of sacred pledge pronunciation sessions pushed back from the planned time, in order to wait for the two dear Jeaven parents. This made Verlin not calm.

"We start now" said Jeaven breaking the mood.

The priest is also unlikely to be willing to wait any longer.

"But, Jeav. Both your parents haven't come." Verlin seemed to disagree.

"Don't think about it." The words of Jeaven made Verlin resigned. He won't be able to act much anyway. His body feels weak.

"How, Master?" The priest began to ask.

"Please do it now" asked Jeaven to the priest who would confirm them in the sacred bond of marriage.

"All right."

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However, his role which was still half the journey had to come to a halt. The echo of one's steps suddenly drew attention.

Slowly Jeaven and Verlin turned back, figuring out who was coming. Until the look of the face is full of wounds caught sight.

"Jesslyn?" Lirih Verlin who was certainly surprised mixed with bad taste.

While Jeaven chose silence with eyes full of meaning. He did not deny that Jesslyn's disappointed face left a throb in the chest.

Right in front of the church pulpit, Jesslyn was carrying her foot on foot. Stared at the face of the prospective pair of brides who were in front of him alternately.

It felt like Jesslyn wanted to disbelieve, but reality forced her to believe. A bitter smile represents an injured heart.

"Congratulations." That was Jesslyn's short speech after a few seconds against her twisted tongue.

For Jeaven and Verlin, Jesslyn's attitude this time was unexpected. Unlike Jesslyn who used to be so expressive with what was felt. Women who have the characteristic of noise and like to act it is now more calm in his character.

"Jesslyn, sorry. In the end I became a bad character in your life." Verlin was overwhelmed with a bad taste.

For a moment Jesslyn slightly lowered her head with one hand tucking her hair behind her ear. Her beauty looks more perfect. In fact, he was hiding a wound so as not to look weak. A second later the woman raised her head again with a charismatic smile.

"What are you apologizing for?" Like a turtle in a boat, Jesslyn hit Verlin with a question.

"Because I stabbed you in the back. Take the Jeaven from you," I'm Verlin bowed. It felt as though he was too embarrassed to return Jesslyn's current gaze.

"There is no such thing as being stabbed or stabbing here. And nothing is contested either."Jesslyn paused and looked at Jeaven, who had not taken a look from her pretty face. "Some of these men are not who I am," he said.

"Jess-" Verlin's speech paused because Jesslyn first slashed it with laughter.

"Well! Life is full of jokes. I want to laugh until I cry. Congratulations to you again."

Jesslyn's words were like a slap in Verlin's heart. About Jeaven, don't ask, no one knows what he's feeling and thinking right now.

"Okay, just continue with your show. Sorry to bother you." Jesslyn instantly twisted her heels and intended to pass.

However, his body was stunned as a burly hand pulled on his wrist. Twisted his neck until Jeaven's handsome face filled the eye space.

For a few seconds they looked at each other without saying. Jesslyn and Jeaven seemed to be channeling their hearts through the eyes. Only God knows the language of his second heart. If it can be voiced, maybe a thousand phrases are not enough to unravel the heart that shackles the soul.

Jeaven took back Jesslyn's wrist along with many expressions that eventually had to be buried deep. The man seemed to silence the screams of the heart and was left to sink.

Jesslyn immediately continued on her steps, bringing a kink that would either last how long. At least, for a while he was already very tough as the colonized side of the wound. Really fighting the turmoil of taste that has the potential to break into tears is not as easy as people say.

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