Young Miss Assistant
Paper Plane

Not the slightest smile, such was Clarissa's current expression, attending a dinner event held in a villa close to a lake. Jeny stared straight ahead, occasionally the cutlery in front of her fell to the floor, sometimes fouling the table.

Farel sighed his breath staring saturatedly, "This.." he said taking the cutlery that fell on the floor."When are you gonna sign our divorce papers?" he asked, staring coldly.

Jeny just fell down, trying to continue her eating activities, in front of Lery and Clarissa. Like a woman unloved and helpless.

Clarissa was silent for a moment looking at Jeny's gloomy face. A iba? That was how he felt at this moment, after his heart was tethered to Zion. Jeny looks patiently fond of people who don't like her, similar to the young man she misses.

Some food was now spilling on the table, Jeny sighed, her hands trembling like fear, the anger of the people.

"Truck up.." cibir Ayana.

"Servant!! Take him to the room, let the nurse feed him." Farel ordered, as if annoyed.

"Ti. no need, let me walk alone..." Jeny started to open her guide. Hold on to the surrounding area, until suddenly dropped.

Clarissa got up from her chair, walked over to Jeny, "Can't you just pity a little!!" he stared intently at the people who were still enjoying his meal quietly.

No one cares at the dinner table. That's what Clarissa saw. Farel? At first Clarissa was amazed by the young man. However, with his attitude that was not even the slightest intention of helping Jeny. Perhaps this is his true nature, similar to Lery's. Throwing away something troublesome or betrayal, that was the figure of Farel in his eyes at this time.

"I'll help you into the room and bribe you..." Clarissa smiled kindly.

Shit, I want to sleep and lie in the room, read the financial statements. While eating soy sauce-free chicken satay with slices of onions bought my dear Ren. This annoying woman even comes along, haizzz. sucks.

"Ti.. no need, you're just a cheap woman who.." Jeny's insults were interrupted.

Clarissa shed her tears, "Sorry." she said, recalling Jeny's accident on orders from Hans.

Jeny was stunned silent... He did not take the wrong medicine...

The woman, slowly helping Jeny get up, walked guiding her.

"Let go, I don't need your compassion...!!" he brushed off Clarissa's hand.

"No need to hesitate, I understand your feelings," Clarissa clutched Jeny's arm forcing her to guide him into the room, in her shoulder embrace.

"I don't like you!! We are the enemy!!" jeny said she was in the hallway near her room.

"I like you, I like the firmness of your heart..." Clarissa smiled sincerely, continued to pull and embrace Jeny's shoulder.

Jeny clenched her forehead, Is she a same-sex person? Oh, my God, I'm not a melon-eating melon. Ren help me...

***

The dark room light he was lighting, Jeny guided him to sit on the bed. Looking at that face pity, "Why don't you want a divorce?"

"Farel is rich and handsome, he's a man with no loopholes. I won't let go of it." replied the origin.

"Look, Jeny, I recently realized something. Treasure opens everything, most importantly he is sincere with you and accepts all your shortcomings," Clarissa smiled, clasping Jeny's hand reassuringly, "Is there such a person in your life?"

Jeny sighed, thinking a little to answer Clarissa's question, "There, her name is Ren, we were childhood sweethearts. He was my father's servant and adopted son..."

"What happened to her? It seems that you are close." asked Clarissa, full of curiosity.

Jeny was smiling, "She's my short boyfriend, who drives me to school on his bike. All my needs, weaknesses and shortcomings, only he knows..."

"Then, why aren't you together...?" his question, coincided with Farel suddenly being in the doorway.

"Clarissa, your father called." she said with a smile.

Clarissa sighed, looking hatefully at Farel.

Then smile, pat Jeny on the shoulder, "Consider getting divorced. Maybe he (Ren) is waiting for you to live happily together..."

She was looking at me in the doorway, why divorce her.

***

Clarissa began sitting on her second-floor balcony in Taka's villa. Invitation for holidays together 3 days 2 nights? That's not what made Clarissa come.

Curiously, Clarissa begins to find out about Jeny's childhood sweetheart, Farel's wife.

Fingers of his hands were nimbly dancing on the laptop. Sometimes calling his confidants. Not wanting to see Jeny live happily, sorry magsudnya live tormented longer with the cruel man Farel.

A few hours passed, several faxes were sent to him. It looks biodata a skinny teenager, short, skinned not so clean, complete with glasses.

The adopted son of Jeny's late father? That was his status, but the Jeny family was included. Having a foster child, perhaps it should have lived without flaws. However, the photos obtained most of the adopted children dressed as servants.

One more piece of information that Clarissa got, made the woman shed her tears. Ren was pronounced dead 14 years ago in an accident, with a car burning out of shape.

"His life turned out to be more miserable than mine." murmured Clarissa sobbed, wiping away her tears. Read some of the data he got on the balcony of the room.

"I will resuscitate him, and help him escape from Farel. Living as an independent career woman." she said.

Out of nowhere, a paper plane flew towards him. Clarissa stared at the area around her room, there were only a few bodyguards standing guard in the courtyard.

Slowly the paper opened, a map was seen. With doubt Clarissa exited the villa, walked out unbeknownst to the bodyguards, following the destination.

The grove of trees near the lake through it, one by one a slit twig on the edge. Until finally arrived at the edge of the lake that is spacious, with weeds as high as the waist.

Fireflies flew dimly around him, some hovering flying above the water. Visible, light reflections, small dim spots on the calm lake water.

A young man raised his hand, slowly a firefly perched on his fingers. His face bowed, slightly smiling, yet oblivious to Clarissa's whereabouts.

"Zee... Zion?" he said softly, along with, the young man's view was shifted to him.

Clarissa walked quickly, through the thick of the weeds, fireflies that perched on the weeds flew in her stride.

The body was tightly hugged by him, as if afraid of loss, his sobbing sounded slow.

"Don't cry." the young man smiled warmly, returning Clarissa's embrace.

Floating fireflies flew around them. The cold wind blew against the weeds, in the midst of a soothing warm embrace.

***

Elsewhere, Tomy clenched his forehead, staring at the dozens of paper planes he was flying down on target. A hard plane that was aimed at the balcony of Clarissa's room.

One by one he picked up, even up a tree to pick up the ones stuck there. Don't want any of Lery's bodyguards to find her.

"A little more.. a little more... aaaaaa..." Tomy fell from a not so tall tree.

"Who!?" a flashlight from one of Lery's bodyguards panned toward the sound's origin.

"I. It's me..." Tomy grimaced in pain.

"Why are you here!?" ask the guard to scream.

I should what? If I fight, I won't win against them... Tomy thought down.

A moment later staring at the guards looked gloomy. "I miss my girlfriend. We promised to get married. He died by suicide, a few months ago," the young man, sighing violently as if he were enduring his pain.

"Message of yearning, I used to send every time I missed him. Staring at the stars, while flying a paper plane." he continued to hold back the cries, tightly gripping a few paper planes in his hand.

The bodyguard didn't believe me right away, "What's the name of your late girlfriend!?" ask the guard suspiciously.

"Re... Renata." answered Tomy as long as she had made her name as her goddess of salvation.

One of the guards whispered, as if discussing.

"Next time do not wander around the room miss (Clarissa)." he said, passed with four other bodyguards.

"Yes..."

Can't you state your application in the usual way? Now there are e-mail, SMS, Chat, even video calls. But lightly say paper planes are more romantic. Why not use telepathy, it is more romantic and unreasonable... Tomy held onto her waist which was painful from falling from a tree.

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