The Love of the Racer
He's my son

A few hours before ....

After speaking with Alfred, Jeaven headed straight for the airport. Take a flight to Switzerland to participate in the world MotoGP racing competency event. He is not alone, but with the team manager, Brent, and also with the rest of the racing team.

During the flight Jeaven kept his eyes closed. Not because of the drowsiness that greets, but because it suppresses the sensation of nausea and dizziness that continues to whack. Cold sweat began to puff out from his skin pores. Dampen the hue of the pacifier in the face. Irregular decuban also accompanied the discomfort in his body.

Upon arrival at the international airport of Zurich, Jeaven's body increasingly lacked strength. The dashing man was slowly lulled in fatigue. His footsteps were also gontai no longer able to support the load. Until the world suddenly turned dark and he instantly lost consciousness.

After being rushed to the Jeaven hospital, it was immediately handled by the health authorities. Based on the results of the doctor's examination, the cause of the man's collapse was due to fatigue and lack of food intake. In addition, the excessive frequency of vomiting made his body lack of fluids.

"Can you sit quietly?" Jeaven who had been aware from a few minutes ago looked uncomfortable with the Brent gelagat. His team manager was constantly pacing back and forth in the treatment room room like a walking iron.

Brent's footsteps ended when he finally chose to land his butt on the chair next to the Jeaven bed. "How can I calm down? Your health is not good right now. And have you forgotten our destination for Switzerland?"

Feeling better, Jeaven pulled away from a lying position and turned to sitting. "I didn't forget."

"Where are you going? You need to rest first." Brent immediately confronted the body of Jeaven who was about to get off the bed.

"Drink." Jeaven replied with a puffed-up look. Brent's protective attitude is overrated.

"You stay seated, let me get you. Your body should recover soon, so it should take plenty of rest. This time you must obey. Don't argue." Brent continued to babble like a mother who was scolding her child.

"Yes" Jeaven answered briefly, receiving a glass of water from Brent, drinking it to the toilet and handing back the empty glass.

Jeaven seemed lazy to serve the babble of his team manager. What's more, he's actually waiting for news from Levin, his man.

Brent returned to his seat comfortably. Seen the face of Jeaven with a mimic full of seriousness. "If the condition of his body still can not be compromised you should not need to join the tournament this time."

"I'm still coming."

"Don't joke. You think this racing tournament is just a kid's game? Two more days of your health test results determine whether you can fill the pole position or not."

"I fell by chance and now I'm fine."

Still overwhelmed with anxiety mixed in, Brent suddenly stood up from his seat violently. "It just so happens? The doctor said you were short of food. Did you just fall into poverty and can't afford to buy food? It could be a professional racer like you to eat less." Brent's tone was slightly off. The attitude of his monitoring children was always successful in making him fatigued.

A pair of sharp-edged Neaven stared coldly at the manager before making a sound. "You have given me enough full trust as you have" he asked. Although it seemed cold, but the man was serious and did not want to play around.

Sighing in resignation, Brent finally chose to give up with his deathly scolding. Jeaven's gaze and speech successfully made him unable to say much anymore.

Given the MotoGP rider who has the nickname Ice Gun J.J it always managed to prove his words. Even so, it does not mean that Brent anxiety can disappear immediately. Jeaven's health remains to be closely monitored.

"Prepare. The day after you will have a technical test of the track, a free practice session and a qualification," Brent said, recalling the important sessions that must be followed before Jeaven competes on the circuit.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Say," said Jeaven directly to someone named Levin across the line.

"I found it, Sir. I am currently following him who has just entered Bern's city park" people reported.

"Supervise him" said Jeaven, returning and immediately disconnecting the call.

"Hey, where are you going?!" Brent immediately moved quickly against the Jeaven who had jumped from the hospital bed.

Jeaven did not speak. He brushed Brent's hand off his arm. For a moment only the gaze of the demands of trust made into language. Until the manager of the team ended up not being able to do anything.

"Yes God. This time I'll pray for myself not to stress it out" grumbled Brent after letting Jeaven go.

…

It doesn't take long to get to the destination. Jeaven walked quickly so that he could soon meet the idol. No matter if the body is still crawled with discomfort. For her there was nothing more important than bringing Jesslyn into an embrace.

Just a few steps into the park area of the eagle eyes of Jeaven immediately caught a commotion that was happening. His heart was getting too long because he saw the figure of Jesslyn there. Until he was shocked when he watched with his own eyes the woman he loved was pushed and ended up fainting.

"Prepare the car!" Jeaven's word to Levin who originally intended to help Jesslyn but did not so because the boss was taking part first.

Jeaven instantly lifted Jesslyn's helpless body into her arms then carried her away from the commotion. Levin was seen opening the car door from a few steps in plain sight.

Guided by Jeaven's protective soul instincts, she continues to hug Jesslyn, who is still closed. Anxiety in the chest cavity is still raining.

Along the way to the hospital the man several times kissed Jesslyn's head fondly. Really seeing the condition of the weak woman makes her heart break.

"My son ...."

Jeaven was instantly stunned when she heard Jesslyn muttering weakly in her subconscious. Slowly he anchored one of his big hands on the hand of the woman who seemed to rub her stomach. Although still in a state of unconsciousness, the instincts of a mother as if still awake.

The deg!

Jeaven. The touch on Jesslyn's stomach gave her a different taste. His soul trembled along with the drum beatings in the chest cavity. The voice of the heart echoes an inkling of something extraordinary. He also believes that there is no mistake when guessing.

"Is there a child in here?" Jeaven asked in a whisper in Jesslyn's ear. "I'm sure it's my son" he whispered back and ended a close embrace and a kiss at Jesslyn's temple.

Connect~~

Hehe .. very late yes up her.

Sorry if there are a lot of typos. I was being chased by an ex. Uh! meaning demon. But ... The ex and the devil are friends. Haha.peace! Mung guyon lo friends..🤣