The Love of the Racer
The Secret Admirer of Dambaan Hati

"You still have face to face to come see Jesslyn apparently." Monica said cynically, remembering from the story of Jeaven that Bryan was the one who caused her beloved friend to faint.

"I'm so sorry for what I did." Bryan said seriously in response to Monica's sting. He drew closer and looked at Jesslyn with guilt filling the chest cavity. "I'm sorry. I'm too angry when someone else harms you, but instead of protecting me I hurt you."

"I didn't think you could be that rude, Bryan. But never mind, I won't be mad at you either." Jesslyn tries to understand and still sees the positive side of Bryan.

"Say you forgive me." Bryan begged half forcefully.

"Egoistic basis. You're forcing Jesslyn to forgive you for not wanting to be constantly overwhelmed with guilt. Do you realize that you're impressed to think only of your own feelings?" Monica interrupted immediately.

"Mon, already. Don't make a scene in the hospital." Jesslyn tells her best friend and then leads her to Bryan. "I've forgiven you. But Bryan, frankly, I don't like your overprotective attitude. I know you care about me a lot, but it has certain limits. Considering our relationship is also still just a friend and nothing more." The woman warned strongly.

"Thank you." Bryan kissed the back of Jesslyn's hand and looked back at Jesslyn. "But I beg you not to prevent me from expressing my feelings to you in my own way."

"Don't you hear that Jesslyn doesn't like your attitude? You better stay away from Jesslyn now, "tough Monica is back. His emotions always overflow when dealing with Bryan.

The blonde man seemed to sigh to dismiss the annoyance of Monica's attitude that seemed very sensitive to him. As much as possible the stock of patience does not evaporate just like that. Bryan didn't want the anger back in the head. He realized that once his temperament got out of control it would ruin the atmosphere. Jesslyn has a hard time accepting her love.

"Can we talk for a second?" Pinta Bryan to Monica. He was a bit of a hustle because the woman had interrupted his conversation with Jesslyn.

"Sorry." Monica who is still in jutek mode immediately rejects Bryan's request.

"But we have to talk."

"Nothing to talk about."

Once again, Bryan seemed to insist on scooping up patience inside the chest. Really, he did not want his attempt to suppress his temperamental abnormality all this time to end up in vain. Jesslyn was the last victim.

"Jess, I'll borrow your best friend for a second. We really need to talk. Wait here first, and don't go anywhere. I'll take you home." Bryan still had time to tell Jesslyn and ask permission before dragging Monica out of the room.

"Don't touch me." Monica reflexively moved her hand away when Bryan was about to pull her.

"I beg. We have to talk, Monica," Bryan presses and drags the woman back out of the treatment room. Leaving Jesslyn alone looked astonished.

"Why do I feel like they're impressed by a couple fighting?" Jesslyn monologues to herself.

"Well! Nevermind." He behaved past fools back to lying down and took a tilted position. His body curled up with his hands hugging his future son in the stomach.

Not noticeably, the crystal feathers suddenly inundated the eye frame. His heart again brushed because it craved a comfortable touch from someone he did not want to meet.

"The dream felt like it was real. But why do I dream of that jerk. I really hate him. It's hateful." The woman nodded in silence. As much as possible his sadness did not catch the eyes of others.

"At a time like this I'd like to eat potato pancakes with a lot of cheese on it and also a cordon bleu crispy meat contents." Jesslyn seemed to swallow her saliva as she imagined the delicious food sitting in her mouth.

Jesslyn was stunned followed by the movement of the fingertips wiping the frame of her wet eyes. The sound of the door opening attracted a sense of sadness that had arisen. Slowly he turned his body until his eyes saw the figure of a nurse who smiled kindly.

"This what?" Jesslyn who was already in a sitting position seemed to be wondering.

"There was someone who left this item at the hospital reception to give it to you" the nurse explained.

"Thank you" Jesslyn said.

"Okay, then I'll excuse you."

Not wanting to be made dead by the sense of alignment, plus the delicious aroma that led to the smell, Jesslyn immediately scooped up the paper bag deftly.

His pair of neutrals instantly sparkled. Something in front of him was stimulating hunger.

Potato pancakes and cordon bleu that had been handed out a while ago are now presented in plain sight. Not only that. A small box containing a white gold bracelet accented with a mini dreamcatcher with a blue diamond in the middle made him amazed. Jesslyn's mood changed happily. The gray cloud no longer covered my face.

"This time I'm pretty sure that the shipper of this stuff was the same guy that was in London. I can feel it because my heart always gives a different signal." Suddenly the woman was upset. "Bas coward. Again, he did not dare to meet me. But by the way, how did he know I was here now? Huh! Nevermind."

The rough pan brushed off the wriggling of the mind that filled the mind in the head. Jesslyn chose to fulfill the desire to devour the food in front of her that was already waving spoiled. The fetus in the stomach seems to be impatient as well.

Without delaying for a long time, he immediately put on the bracelet and continued to eat food with a feeling of sumringah. For a moment he completely forgot the sense of lara that these few months continue to colonize.

"If she's in front of me right now, I'll open my heart to her. He's so smart to make me happy. Although sometimes annoying too. But I feel like he's a secret admirer of my heart's longing."

In a park located behind the hospital. The cold air of the night stroking naughty surface of the skin. The sky was just a somber crescent moon. The stars seem a little.

Under the dim garden lights, two human children look at each other with their own tastes.

"I'm sorry, Monica." A pair of blue beads Bryan can not be separated from the little face of Monica like a barbie doll.

"It's a shame I have to forgive you after killing one life" fiercely Monica.

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