Chapter 24

After reading the row of letters Yasmin sent me, I put the phone back in my pants pocket. Because chasing Reza at this time is much more important to me.

The girl kept speeding up her footsteps with her hands gently rubbing her cheeks. Her shoulders shook up and down with a sobbing sound that was audible from where I was.

"Reza, wait!" I pulled Reza's wrist, bringing her footsteps to a halt instantly. The girl didn't look at me right away, she turned her crying face away from my gaze.

"What's more?" snapped Reza. It seems that her heart is really disappointed in the reality I have told him.

"Reza, please bear with me! Believe me next year surely our dream house will be realized. After all, I am already the foreman of perhutani, so we definitely can, baby!" I persuaded Reza.

Quickly Reza turned to me, her eyes fixedly looking at me. "Whatever!" snapped Reza. "Anyway, I don't want to marry you if we don't have a house yet!" said Reza irritably. Her cheeks looked still wet with tears.

'Well, I guessed. Reza wouldn't want to marry me if I couldn't give him a house yet. Her materialistic soul must have struggled. Especially in her social environment, it can be the subject of her peers' talk. It's okay, it's natural that beautiful women have to be prestige. As long as he is always obedient and does not betray me, it doesn't matter.

"Yes, I promise you, next year your dream house is ready!" I said softly, her face flushed from enduring anger now beginning to blush. I tucked her long strands of hair between her ears until I could see her beautiful face perfectly.

"Now I'll take you home now!" I asked gently pulling Reza's hand.

The girl was silent with an annoyed face. Her legs seemed to be heavy to step on.

"What's more?" I asked softly. It must be that this time she has another want.

"Want to watch!" She whined spoiled like a child.

'That's right, my instincts are never wrong.'

"But I have to...!" Not done I talked Reza was already pulling my body up onto the bike.

"Anyway, watch it first!" She asked, who had been sitting on the back bench of the motorcycle.

"Yes, baby!" I replied accordingly. Because if only I hadn't obeyed Reza's will it could have been the third world war. The girl will continue to be angry until her mood is completely happy. That is by buying him things that he likes, of course.

Until 11 p.m., I just came out of the cinema hall. Then drove Reza home to his residence and back home to my official house.

I pressed the green button after I found the name of the petite sweet black girl.

Tut! Tut! Tut!

[The number you are going to is off, try it in a while.]

Several times I contacted Yasmin. But only the sound of the robotic machine always answers my calls.

'Am I worried about Yasmin, then why am I uneasy? No, I'm not anxious I just feel sorry for the girl. Surely losing the only person he has in the world is very hard for him.'

I stared at the ceiling of the room, my heart kept having a monologue with myself. My mind was filled with the name Yasmin until I had unknowingly entered into dreamland.

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[Honey, I went home to Purwodadi first. There was a sudden need I had to do.]

I wrote a message to Reza, and although we were not married yet, the girl asked me to always report my every activity to her. I don't know, Reza is a very confusing girl figure for me.

Ting

The sound of the incoming notification on my phone. I swiped gently on my phone screen until a row of reply messages from Reza appeared on the illuminated screen.

[Yes, my dear, be careful on the road!] The retort was followed by kissing emoticons, even though we never kissed.

I replied to Reza's message with a crying emoticon followed by a kiss emote. The girl would allow me to kiss him just once.

Reza just opened my message, without replying to it.

I snorted softly, "You sell expensive." I said on the phone screen that showed Reza's message.

Immediately I put my phone in my pants pocket and rushed to spur

my motorbike is heading towards Purwodadi.

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The yellow stuff is still fluttering in front of the fence of my house, it seems that the body of uncle Yasmin yesterday was buried in my house.

I slowly entered a house that felt different from usual. Silence. Mom was sitting in a living room chair with an annoyed face mixed with sadness when she saw my arrival'.

Her gaze looked at me sarcastically who had just entered the living room, then turned away. Mom got up from her seat leaving me indifferently.

I was silent, then passed towards the room. Looking for the whereabouts of the woman who had sent me a message yesterday.

The girl was sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring out the window bordered by bars. The black veil worn indicates that she is in mourning.

I slowly approached Yasmin, then sat next to where she threw herself down.

The girl turned to me, her face was moist, and her eyes swelled slightly, probably because shed too many tears.

"Yas!" I touched Yasmin's hand that was on her lap, staring at her moist face, there was a huge sense of guilt in my heart. Because I couldn't be near him when she was hurting.

Yasmin pulled her hand out of my grasp, the somber face again shedding tears. "Why are you just coming home?" she said softly with emphasis.

"I'm sorry, yesterday I..."

"Yesterday you were busy with that boyfriend of yours, right?" jerked Yasmin with an annoyed look. Never has Yasmin the owner of that soft voice spoken harshly to me as she is today. The girl got up from my side about to step on her feet leaving me.

Like being slapped with a deadly fist, my heart felt even more guilty. Where is my sense of indifference? my heart was only filled with fear of seeing Yasmin hurt even more.

"Yas! I'm sorry!" I coaxed. I grabbed Yasmin's hand for the girl to stop her steps.

"I have always forgiven you Bagas, where have I never forgiven you? From your indifferent attitude. Even after almost a year, we were married I was never angry! You asked me to sleep on that cold floor, I'm not angry. You've always been rude to me, I'm not angry. You didn't give me my rights, nor did I ever get angry, did you?" cried Yasmin crying bitterly, making me rise in line with her. Her eyes looked at me sharply full of the pain she had been harboring.

"I'm sorry if I've been hurting you all along!" I begged. Tightening my grip on Yasmin's wrist

The girl turned away with a cynical look and then dropped her gaze back at me.

"I've been patient enough with all this, but your attitude is too childish. Even when I was mourning, you didn't care either..." Yasmin choked up stopping her remarks, her other hand gently rubbing the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks.

"Let's just end this relationship!" said Yasmin with a serious look.

Cup!

I pecked at Yasmin's lips. My chest, which was still rumbling at Yasmin's statement, was now pounding even more because I was desperate to kiss her lips. According to the movies I often watch, usually, a woman's anger will be aroused if she is kissed or somehow I did the deed. I also don't understand what I'm doing right now.

I pulled Yasmin increasingly body closer into my arms, the sweet girl was silent in my peck, her eyes visibly closed enjoying the sensations I was giving. But, why isn't it enough to kiss Yasmin.

'What is this Bagas?' I said to myself.

However, my manhood really couldn't afford me to stand it anymore. I dropped Yasmin's body on the mattress in the position where I was over her body, I wildly channeled the passion that had risen to Yasmin, the innocent girl looked resigned and enjoyed my game.

For a moment, Reza's shadow seemed to disappear from within my memory.

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