The Brutal Young Master's Wedding
43. Embarrassments

"Sister....

Open door!!" Shouted Morisa banging on the door.

Jasson opened the door.

"What's wrong?" Jasson asked folded his hands on his chest and raised his eyebrows.

"Your brother." Morisa's words suddenly stopped when he saw Jasson's cheeks flushed red.

"Sister, what's the matter?" Morisa asked while holding that cheek slowly. His voice dropped drastically.

"Nothing what!" Jasson covered that bruise with the palm of his hand.

"There's nothing, it's obviously blue! Brother's been fighting? It can't be!" Obviously Jasson had never been touched by anyone else. He is like the most precious thing and should not be touched carelessly.

"No, it's just banged."

"No way! Brother left me for this reason, right!" Show Morisa on that cheek.

Jasson quiet.

"Why not tell me. Brother just disappeared. Leaving me with the driver. You know, I fell! Look at!" Morisa shows her knee in thugs.

"It's because I'm looking for you where!"

"It's been treated. Healing soon.

Is there anything else?"

Jasson said limp.

"sister, aren't you worried about me at all? how cruel!"

"Morisa, you're fine. Don't make small problems like this!"

Morisa pursed her lips. True too, this is just a small scratch, Morisa thought.

"So why the hell, his face in the bend. Is there a problem, brother?"

"Nothing! Go, I want to take a shower!"

"Sister..."

"Don't spoil Morisa."

"Jawab first. Why can you fight, it has something to do with your face."

"Go, you smell sweat. Take a shower there!" Jasson seemed to feel the smell and covered his nose.

Morisa kissed her body left-right.

"It's all because of brother! Look I'm sweating like this because I'm running to find you. Huh!!"

Morisa walked slightly limping leaving Jasson who was still standing at the door.

"Hey.." call Jasson to the waitress who's walking down the street.

The waiter quickly ran over.

"Yes Sir.."

"Did you see Brigitta?"

"The lady's in the master's room, sir."

"Whenever did he go there?"

"I don't know Sir. The great lord called the Madam to meet him."

Jasson raised both eyebrows. Then go into the room.

Why are you looking for him? Wh-wh-what for?

Jasson walked into the bathroom.

***

"Pa, then Gita goes back to the room! Maybe Jasson's been looking for me!" Gita nodded as if moving her ladder.

"Hem, Papa will wait for the good news to come from you."

Gita smiled Forced. And passed away.

Pressing the life button into the room.

Clearly, Janes' words filled his head.

How could I possibly give you such good news!

Gita holds her flat stomach.

Maybe I'll have Jasson's child someday. Or will this womb be empty for long? Remembering Jasson's attitude alone is like not tasteful looking at him.

Ting

The door of life is wide open.

Gita enters the room. Closing the door slowly.

Gita walked, her eyes running around looking for a single figure, yet invisible.

"Is he not in the room?"

Dret dret

The ringing of Jasson's phone on the nightstand makes Gita look for where the sound is.

The Gita approaches the source of the sound.

"Handphonenya's here. But where's the guy?" Gita looked at the phone.

Lico college

"Lico?"

Gita was about to touch it however..

"What are you doing!"

Gita quickly turned around to hear the baritone.

Staring at Jasaon who knows when it's there.

Gita swallowed her saliva as Jasson walked closer to her bare chest with a white towel wrapped around it.

"There's a call from Lico. I didn't do anything at all! I just got in!"

Gita looked at Jasson's face and occasionally looked at the chest of the approaching smooth field.

The Gita tries to shift from its place but Jasson's hand hits the Gita. The unprepared Gita, unable to hold up to fall on the big bed.

Jasson walked over with a smile on her lips.

Gita tries to get up but Jasson locks Gita's body first.

"What are you doing! "

Gita held Jasson's chest with both hands.

"What do you think I'm gonna do?"

Jasson smiled as he raised both eyebrows.

" Why should I scare you? I just want to see you!"

"My husband please allow your position my hands are not strong to support your body."

"Take it off if you're not strong! "

Where could Gita let go. If he was, he'd be a sucker if Jasson beat him up spontaneously.

"Why? You don't want to let go?"

"My husband, go get your clothes on! Aren't you ashamed?"

Jasson nodded and chuckled a little.

"What am I ashamed of? You're my wife."

Jasson smiling.

Since when do you admit my wife? Am I not a servant to you?

"Some of you've never seen any part of my body? What am I ashamed of?"

"She, I don't see everything. I closed my eyes when I undressed you!"

Gita said quickly to justify the truth.

" really? So you haven't seen him yet?" A sneaky smile flared up there.

"My husband please stand up my hands really sore." Gita looked down there.

"You're just using a towel! Please go put your clothes on."

"You're ruling me?"

"I didn't mean to, but it's really embarrassing!"

Jasson lifted up next to his ladder. Pulling the Gita's hand down.

"What you do. Release my hand!"

Next to the stairs Jasson held his body on the mattress so as not to overflow Gita.

"You don't feel heavy anymore, do you?"

"No, but I'm not comfortable!" Gita turned her face away from Jasson.

"Don't blow your face away from me!"

Gita sighed and looked at Jasson, a slight forced smile she let out.

Jasson lowered his body slowly.

He lowered his head right in front of Gita.

Gita is eager to push but her ladder is locked by Jasson.

.

"Sugary." Jasson said and immediately confirmed his position.

Gita.

What the hell is he doing? He didn't bite but bite?

"Why? Is it less?" Jasson asked to see Gita still lying there.

Gita quickly stood up. And ran towards the bathroom.

How humiliating!! Why am I silent. I should have been angry when he took a kiss on my lips!

Gita looked at herself in the mirror holding red-looking lips, there were bite marks there.

"Bad!" Gita stomps her feet on the floor.

"Aa, what's wrong with me!" Gita holds a chest that feels very strange.

.

Jasson recalls Gita's reddened face. He touched his lips briefly and passed the clothes cage.

Tonight as usual the Jassons had dinner in the big room.

No sound until the dinner is over.

"I'm in the room first!" Morisa's words passed first.

"Ma. Papa take you to the room, or to the reading room?"

"To Pa's room, Mama really wants a break."

"alright. Jasson, Gita, we go first!" Said Janes starting to push the wheelchair m

Gita and Jasson just nodded while paying attention to a very romantic couple according to Gita.

Gita thought back, with the word Janes earlier.

Is it possible that if I were pregnant with Jasson's child, she would change? pay more attention to me?

Gita looked at Jasson who with her looks sipped a glass of milk.

Ah, that's impossible!

Gita stood up and walked.

"Where are you going?" Jasson said after putting the glass on the table.

"I want to go to the third floor of my husband!"

Gita stared honestly at Jasson.

"Well?"

"Hem, I want to let go of the fatigue just by looking from the upper balcony."

"You mean you want to relax?"

"Just for a moment, I'm not my husband for long!"Gita fast.

"No, go to my waiting room over there!"

"Wait? Why?" Ask Gita spontaneously.

Jasson looked at Gita.

"Well, yeah, I'll wait for you!"

Gita quickly walked towards the stairs. With quick steps he climbed one by one the stairs.

"Uh, tired too if you run like this!" Gita relieved her breath when she reached her destination floor. Breathing to normal. After that, he opened the door.

Chequek.

Gita's eyes must be myopic, she rubbed her eyes. Staring at Jasson who was standing in front of him.

So fast! Since when is he here?

To be continued.

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