The Mermaid Prince
Rumi Freeze

"When there's a baby, it's forced, Jess!" Rumi grinned. "Unless you take the man and tell him he's the father of your son, you're living out of Andri's lies."

"Isk!" Jesslyn clucked. His feet are a bit snapping. "There's no other solution but what, Rum?" I honestly feel heavy talking about those two people."

"Well, how about Jesslyn?" Rumi raised her hand while raising her shoulders. He no longer knew how to give instructions so Jesslyn could understand.

"You have to choose one of them. The fryer aka the father of the baby, or Andri the owner of the perverted bar," said Rumi.

Jesslyn was silent for a moment. He seems to think and weigh choices. Should he choose Andri who he knows outside in but zonk, or choose Raven a man who is not sure whether or not.

"Hmmmmm. Like I came to the friedman's house, he still doesn't want what responsibility?" ask Rumi.

"Aren't you the evidence of the tape? You just recorded that!"

Plaque!

One pat floated on Rumi's shoulder.

"That's really you, Rumi! The footage was a suicide" Jesslyn said. He did record the voice of Raven's confession on his phone, but he was involved, so Jesslyn could not carelessly spread the recording.

"Yes, you don't have to spread it! As if the tape you can use to snack the fryman. Tell him you're going to report him to the police station if he doesn't want responsibility."

"Hmmm. That huh?" Jesslyn scratched her non-itchy head. Actually he was embarrassed if he had to return to Raven's house while holding the man accountable.

However, how else, he was forced to do that so that Andri did not marry him.

"Yes, let's go. But I still want a way to her house" Jesslyn said. They immediately ordered an online taxi to Raven's house.

***

One hundred and seventy-five thousand came out of Rumi's pocket. Turns out Raven's address is pretty far.

"It's so expensive, Jess! That's pocket money as I know one Sunday!" annoyed Rumi.

"Yes so much if ngojek from my kosan to the fried kang house. I paid one hundred and eighty thousand! It's more expensive than a bell," Jesslyn said.

"Hmmm. Okay, for you I'm willing to do this." Rumi started to look around. "All the houses are good? Which one's the fried kang house?"

Jesslyn pointed at a luxurious mansion that was in front of her.

"Huh, are you serious? Is the house a fryer as good as this?" Rumi stared at the house in front of her in disbelief. Not to lose the girl's sense of wonder, Jesslyn again said,

"Yes, that's it! He even brought bananas to our campus in a lamborgini."

"Eh, seriously?" Rumi's two eyeballs were made wide. I almost wanted to hear that.

"Yes, seriously, Rum! So I was a little horrified at her house. He's afraid he's not a random person. What if it turns out he's the mafia leader who disguised himself as a fried banana maker? We could have run out of Rum!"