The Love of the Racer
Jeaven Right to Know

The shadow of a dreamcatcher parcel and a bouquet of brightly decorated red roses on the beautiful netra that was looking on. The tips of the fingers move to form a soft swab on the accent of the dreamcatcher feather which is bright red. Jesslyn seemed busy with her nested thoughts. More precisely, the woman was dumbfounded.

During her two-month stay in Switzerland, Jesslyn again received a parcel believed to be from her secret admirer. But he just felt strange. What I feel now is very different. Even a series of questions were already struggling inside the head.

"Once again I got a delivery from him. How did he know I was in Switzerland now? Who the hell is he? Whoa! He's a really good stalker. Sure enough, even if I'm in the ant hole even if he can still find me." Jesslyn suddenly clenched her own body to expel the shuddering sensation that suddenly greeted.

For a long time he was plagued with misgivings when the mind imagined that the sender of the parcel was indeed a stalker who had been eyeing him. Even so, still he was attacked by curiosity and wanted to meet.

"And unlike usual he gave me this bright-colored dreamcatcher. It's red again. I don't like the color." Jesslyn scanned several similar objects hanging in one corner of the room, which she received time in London.

"Has his taste changed? The posts that used to be with the current one are a little different. And I prefer the old ship. A monochrome color such as black, white, or gray," The woman chattered again resembling a protester.

He continued to reach for a greeting card tucked between the flowers. Until the line of sweet strands immediately read when the small sheet was opened.

You are always first and last in my heart. Wherever I go, or what I do, I will always think of you.

Tonight let's meet and enjoy a sweet dinner. Get ready, I'll pick you up.

^^^From your admirers.^^^

Jesslyn immediately gasped after reading the contents of the greeting card. "The feeling of the time in London he never wrote a dreadful sentence like this." He again compared. "All right, let's meet. I've also been waiting for a long time to see your face" he broke.

Jesslyn's body was small when the sound of the apartment doorbell suddenly burst into the senses of her listeners. He walked up to the door and found out who was coming through the camera monitor.

Spring opened the door with a feeling of pleasure when they knew the awaited had come. "Monica!" Jesslyn commented on the perfectly fluffy smile followed by both hands stretching to her side.

However, her bright face had to turn sullen because her speech was actually reciprocated with a sour look Monica. Even the friend refused his embrace and covered the entrance into the apartment on purpose.

"Hey! I haven't allowed you to enter yet" protested Jesslyn while following Monica who seemed indifferent and chose to pay attention to the entire apartment room.

"Didn't you miss me? We haven't seen each other in two months!" the beautiful woman with the hazel lens, Jesslyn.

Limb carried around followed by folds of hands in front of the chest, Monica stared cynically at Jesslyn ending in a rough snort from her nose. "From missing you I hate you more, Jesslyn. Don't you think of me as your best friend anymore? Go without telling me. You suddenly disappear like swallowed by the earth. Your family's worried about you right now. You're gonna brain it?" He immediately spouted all his frustration that had been held with a moving hand hitting Jeaslyn's arm.

"Aw! Don't hit me, you can hurt my future son!"

The movement of Monica's hand that was still hitting was immediately dismissed by surprise. His arrogance no longer continued. Even the look on his face turned soft along with a wrinkled forehead.

"Did I not hear wrong? You pregnant?" Monica is still asking questions to make sure what she heard is true.

"You're not deaf, Mon. What you heard is true." Jesslyn walked past Monica who was still petrified. "What do you want to drink?" Bargain the prospective mama while stepping into a mini kitchen where the position can be reached by the eye when viewed from the living room because there is no barrier wall.

"What is a Jeaven child?" Monica again asked questions to treat her curiosity.

"Yes," replied Jesslyn as necessary who seemed busy mixing tea steeping and caramel. At first glance if viewed by the eye, as someone who is carrying the inner burden of a beautiful woman it seems fine.

But, the reader must know not what is in his heart?

Monica walked over and immediately hugged Jesslyn with a feeling of pain in her heart. He knew very well if his best friend was trying to hide all the scratches behind the strong carrier on himself.

"There's me, but why are you taking it upon yourself?" Monica was unable to hold back the dam of grief and released her puddles of tears.

Jesslyn was still trying to smile back at Monica's embrace. "I'm afraid you'll nag me non-stop. You're like a senile granny when you're angry," she joked until she gasped a little when Monica stretched out a hug and clenched her ears with anxiety.

"You can still act like this when I'm out! Your condition is not worth a joke to know, Jesslyn!"

"Did Jeaven know?"

"I don't intend to tell her."

"But he deserves to know."

"Who is he?" Jesslyn walked towards the living room to get rid of the aches in her legs by sitting on the sofa. His hands are several times seen rubbing the stomach as a form of affection for the fetus that he carries.

Monica took a few foot swings and joined her sitting on the same sofa as Jesslyn. Seriously looked at the face in front of him. "Jeaven is the father of the child you're carrying now. Don't act amnesiac or pretend you don't know. That seems ridiculous."

Jesslyn smiled bitterly in response to Monica's words. "If I could ask God, I'd like to have amnesia for a moment."

"God won't grant your ridiculous request. Because escaping from reality is not meant for strong women like you," said Monica. "So think again about what I say about Jeaven who has every right to know about your pregnancy."

"How would people respond if I suddenly met a married man who was pregnant and demanded accountability? I don't want to be called an actor. It can ruin my image as well."

Monica was immediately silenced by Jesslyn's words that had a point as well. He had doubts with his own words even though it did not last long.

"You should know, after Jeaven and Verlin were rumored to be married they were no longer seen together. Verlin's existence is also like being lost in the earth." Monica drank her caramel tea that was no longer hot and ended with a rough sigh. "Why is the polar man so secretive?! I was his friend from childhood. He was even reluctant to answer when I asked when I accidentally met him at a souvenir shop," his grunts who started to look annoyed given Jeaven's cold demeanor.

"Souvenir shop?" Jesslyn was unable to cover her curious face.

"Yes, the souvenir shop you used to go to." Monica answered without noticing Jesslyn's change in face.

"For what?"

"Where do I know? The guy he's suddenly mute if I ask. Why are you still asking too? I was just saying that he wouldn't answer if I asked, '" Monica said.

"Ck! You're so annoying" Jesslyn sneaked her belly. "I hope your annoying nature doesn't rub off on my son after birth."

Monica laughed wryly. "You're taunting me?"

"Have known it was still."

Connect~~

Sorry yes lately up often bolong🙏

Thank you dear readers still faithfully escort the story of Jeaven and Jesslyn this🥺🙏🥰😊

Frankly, if it wasn't for me loving the characters I created and if it wasn't for you dear readers, this novel would have continued.

Because Mang Atun or En Te often makes me disappointed.

Cook my writing so bad that Mang Atun and En Te do not want to be kind enough to promote my work? Though every work of the contract must have promo rights tp karyaku deprived.

Is my writing really that bad?

Where the input of income in a day can not buy fried food a ️ Miris.

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