The Love of the Racer
Must Marry

The sky has decorated the sun. His bright son greeted the morning cheerfully. The frenzied activity of His creatures was back to crowded the contents of the earth.

Under a roll of blankets Jesslyn wriggled from her mouth. Both hands lay free on his super soft bed. The mouth evaporates from the remaining drowsiness. My pair of eyes blinked before it opened perfectly.

Not like in the usual times. This morning she felt a little different. Positive energy seems to overshadow the soul. The spirit is even more felt.

"My sleep last night was really comfortable." Jesslyn was momentarily pensive, bringing the thought of reenacting her dreams last night. A dream that is only vague but gives a sense of peace in the heart.

Rising from a lying position, Jesslyn ducked followed by her hand touching her stomach. "Good morning, my son." He gave his morning greetings to his prospective children with loving feelings.

Although the fetus it contains comes from mistakes, although the heart must also reap scratches, Jesslyn still loves with sincerity. Not terbesit the slightest thought under the presence of the fetus is a fatality. What else is intending to abort.

The smell of food that suddenly bursts into the room attracts Jesslyn's sense of smell. "It smells so good." Jesslyn was seen inhaling in a scent that made the worms inside her stomach scream hungry.

"That must be Monica cooking," guess Jesslyn. He knew very well, his best friend was very proficient when it came to kitchen materials.

Jesslyn then dribbled down the street. Before meeting Monica he first headed to the bathroom to clean his stomach contents from food waste.

This morning the face of the beautiful woman really looked brightly sparkling, in harmony with her exuding mood. It was as if he had forgotten the lara who had been teasing him tirelessly.

After cleansing her body Jesslyn directly swung her legs to get out. However, he was immediately surprised when the door leaf opened wide. His eye space was now filled with the dashing figure of a Jeaven who was already outside the room.

The disappointment that greeted back made his chest tremble. Hatred in the heart again burns. Jesslyn, who was not speaking, chose to pull back the door leaves violently. Really, she was very unwilling to meet the man who had actually managed to make her hands tremble.

"Jess."

Jesslyn was stunned because Jeaven had moved quickly to hold the door so as not to close again.

"Go," Jesslyn pushed away still in a low tone. However, his voice sounded trembling as it held the anger in its chest. His pair of neutrals had also been seen glazed over.

"We must speak," asked Jeaven while holding the door that had been forced to close by Jsi woman.

"I don't want to" Jesslyn refused.

Monica who accidentally saw the cold interaction between the two human children chose not to interfere and gave them a space of privacy. "It's time you fought, Jeav."

"Jess, give me a chance," please, Jeaven, come back.

Jesslyn did not answer. He chose to close the door. But his efforts were in vain. Jeaven managed to get in and lock the door.

"Didn't you hear? I'm asking you to leave now!" Jesslyn's jolt was already stirred by anger. However, as much as possible to hold the tears so as not to plunge free from the lake.

"I'll go, but you have to come with me" Jeaven said sternly, complete with a serious expression in which he did not play with his words. To him, Jesslyn was already his responsibility.

It won't!

"What is your right to me? Huh!"

Jesslyn stepped back as Jeaven tried to approach her. The woman felt intimidated by the clingy gaze of the interlocutor. Until the movement must be stopped because the back hit the hand of the sofa. Even he almost fell down but the man's hand swiftly caught his body.

The warm touch of the two attached bodies creates an unusual gelenyar in the chest. Jeaven deepened his gaze even though he was disappointed to be felt because Jesslyn tried to dodge the look in his eyes.

"Sorry," said Jeaven sincerely without removing the twists of her hand from Jesslyn's slender waist.

"I'm sorry you said?" Jesslyn pushed Jeaven's chest away from her. "I don't want to lie to myself. Why does my tongue say I forgive but my heart doesn't?"

"What do I have to do to forgive me?"

"You're getting out of here."

"Not going to."

"good. Then let me go." Jesslyn had intended to leave but Jeaven grabbed her from behind. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Release!" He rebelled, though his chest thumped violently due to the man's sudden actions.

For a moment his mind made a comparison between the past and present Jeaven. He really felt a difference. Back then, where would the man hold her like now. Even his tone sounded softer, even cold nose no longer adorned the face.

"You should come with me, Jesslyn. According." Jeaven spoke softly, almost resembling a whisper. He was very serious in pleading.

Prickling, that's the taste that crawls the heart. Jeaven's breathing in her ear made it difficult for Jesslyn to breathe for a while. But he quickly took control of the situation.

"Don't force. You have no right to me!" Jesslyn repeated her words. He really threw a huge rejection.

"I have the right, Jesslyn."

"Are you unconscious? The attitude as you like is so annoying. I hate you more." Jesslyn started to puff. I want to get away from Jeaven now.

"We .. must be married."

"WHAT?! I'm not going to!"

Connect~~

Sorry for the Jeaven and Jesslyn debate tomorrow. Today is really like a flea jump akoh friends. Jump over there jump over here. Run there run here. Go up and down the stairs from the 1st to the 3rd floor. Like a ninja warrior. Exactly..🤣