The Love of the Racer
What News Actually?

Beautiful look decorated smile a million charms. Clear pair of beautiful sparkling netra like a sun welcoming the world. Cheeks blush like the petals of a prima donna. That's a little description on a large painting that is plastered in front of the eyes.

Jesslyn went deeper with a flurry of disbelief. The view has not been separated from the painting as if smiling and staring at him.

"I'm inside that painting, right?" Jesslyn asked herself, assuring her that what she saw was not mere hallucinations.

The beautiful creature continued to leave the other corner of the room. Until he was again impressed. Some beautifully framed photos also appear to adorn the surrounding walls.

Jesslyn seemed to be being greeted by herself from the beginning of her foot rest in the room. Really, his heartbeat at this time was like the roar of the ocean waves.

"Jeaven ...," she wrote in a heartache. Slowly his heart began to tighten the denial of the sincerity of Jeaven who had been in doubt.

"How is this?" jesslyn lamented about her own feelings. The ego calls out not to believe but is inversely proportional to its present heart.

Jesslyn instead turned her attention to a small photo framed of a seated frame located on a wall shelf. "Where did he get this picture?" A pair of corners of her lips turned a small smile when she found out that Jeaven also kept a photo of her while she was still wearing her elementary school uniform.

Jesslyn observes one photo at a time that is almost taken at every moment of her life. Such as during holidays with family, birthday celebrations, school graduation, falling asleep in the car, and even when he cried because of scrabbling.

"Jeaven, is this really you?" Jesslyn did not expect that Jeaven who had previously installed a cold wall between them was secretly doing something where others, even her parents, would be difficult to believe.

"If he does have the same feelings as me why not be honest from the first? And why does he always refuse and hurt me? I really don't understand his way of thinking? He's a freak." In between the unnerved feeling Jesslyn was also annoyed.

Until his eyes narrowed when he saw a letter tucked between the books. A letter that seems to be deliberately hidden so that others do not know. Curiosity increasingly supports the desire to take the thin thing. His chest immediately invited a wave of vibration to the end. Every set of words that read successfully touched the niche of the heart.

^^London, 23 April 2022^^^

To Jesslyn I can't have.

Finally this letter arrived in your hands after a long time I was made to wait. It is strongly believed that Jeaven will not be entrusted with my last request. He's a man with exorbitant self-esteem and you know that. My proud brother will not want to look sad or pitied because of the letter I wrote for you.

As you know when this letter was read we were already in a different realm. I've gone home to God's side with my love for you.

Oya, Jess. How's it going? I hope you are always happy and smiling even though the story in this world is not as beautiful as the story in the fairy tale world. Sorry yes, I will break my promise to always be by your side and be a medicine when you get hurt.

However, I realize. How appropriate I am to be a medicine while I myself am the source of your wounds. As with a bastard, I always wanted to look like the protagonist in your eyes when Jeaven broke your heart so many times. I am the antagonist behind the scenes. Hypocritical right?

I am the most selfish human being. Use the love of Jeaven as a sister to be willing to give up and give up the woman you love for her sick sister.

I felt blind, deaf and even unconcerned. Despite knowing Jeaven is struggling to cover the wound of the heart. Indirectly I have hurt two people that I love, become a dividing wall between you so as not to have each other.

Don't be too disappointed and hate Jeaven, yeah. All his cold attitude towards you is just fabrication. He was forced to do it to make his sister happy who would not live long.

Trust me, Jeaven was also very hurt when you got hurt. His mind was tormented to see your much loved one tear up. Again sorry, yes. I'm not as good as you think I am.

I love you but Jeaven loves you more.

It was a long time ago, yeah. Actually there are still many feelings of heart that I want to pour in this letter, but my body is getting weak and powerless. Good bye, Jesslyn.

^^^Jennis Allison.^^^

Wet already a pair of heart windows because it was colonized by tears. A claustrophobic rumble instantly filled the chest cavity. Jesslyn was sobbing because of the new truth she knew.

"I've been so guilty of him. He must be very hurt." The woman was increasingly overwhelmed with guilt, remembering her attitude that had compared Jeaven with Jennis. Not to mention all actions and speech that should not be done in front of the husband.

"I have an ungodly wife." The tongue continues to curse. But he can't be blamed for what happened either.

Jesslyn is also a human. Can be afraid when the heart is preening wounds, always welcoming the ego that waves laughter, letting the heart be darkened by a sense of unblemished disappointment.

Just like Jeaven, God gave Jesslyn a lump of heart. When love sows trauma, of course, trust is difficult to reconcile. It took a hard struggle to recover the soul space that the dagger storm had already overshadowed.

Jesslyn was sitting on the couch. And at that time the eyes again caught something that made him scoop up. On the table a few piles of boxes decorated with gift ribbons as if greeting.

What other truth will he know this time? That's what Jesslyn asked in her heart.

"Oh my God." Once again he seemed powerless to hold back his disbelief after seeing all the contents of the box in the form of dreamcatcher trinkets.

His heart throbbed more pain when reading one by one greeting card inserted. Each series of sentences has the same character as the greeting card that has been obtained.

"Stupid. Why did I just realize it? Everything that is written is very self-described Jeaven." Jesslyn is back. He seemed unable to speak anymore.

Hundreds of sentences on greeting cards that have accompanied Jesslyn are indeed far from romantic words, there is not a single verbal appeal, but very memorable. Isn't that in Jeaven?

Wh why? Why is he so insensitive when a strong hint is clearly striking the eye. Jesslyn's heart raised a protest against the owner.

Happiness is definitely there. The man who had been loved had the same feeling. However, sadness and regret does not mean acting blind. Those two flavors don't actually let Jesslyn breathe a sigh of relief.

The number you are calling is inactive. Try a few more moments.

The unrest is struggling. Jesslyn several times tried to call Jeaven but in vain, only the voice of the phone operator's machine responded.

Jesslyn was slightly stunned from the daydream of worry as the phone in her hand suddenly rang. He hoped that the one who called the husband turned out to be the mother-in-law.

Jesslyn immediately picked up the call and put it to her ear and was ready to listen. Once again his heart had to take a hit. His phone instantly slipped out of the clang. The news that was just received instantly dragged him into helplessness.

"No! It must be just a dream. I need to wake up from this dream!" Jesslyn slapped her own cheek. But what is expected does not happen.

His world had not changed in the slightest, it was still the same even though the former slap on the cheek left a scarlet mark. Finally lara's overflows are growing. Jesslyn was crying hysterically while carrying a foot forward.

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O Allah .. It took three days to write 1 chapter. Sorry yes ... Busyness in the real world is really draining energy and time😩