Scandal Compound Love
Episodes 10

The 4x5-meter room was swept by a pair of Austin eyes that were no longer golden. The floor is only made of cement tile mix sand without ceramic.

A mattress with the smallest size, brown sheets with batik patterns in the past, lying in the right corner of the room. There are only two pillows and one roll on it, but quite neatly arranged even though the mattress is no longer fat.

The plastic cupboard, which is only about the waist of Austin, stands right in the middle of the room. While in another corner, a table made of wood as high as fifty inches, many arranged some special needs Jasmine-owned women of course.

Unexpectedly Austin, on the outside that looks seedy litter scattered plastic waste, the mulung collected sacks, turned out to be neat and fragrant on the inside.

One word concluded the man; jasmine was quite good at keeping herself clean.

"Please sit down."

Those two words broke Austin's delinquency in the eye. His head turned towards Jasmin who had lowered his lower body stacked both knees beside his thin mattress.

A 1.5-liter bottle of mineral water, seen poured Jasmine in a clear glass as tall as an adult's inch, was thrust towards Austin after it was filled enough.

Austin had just sat down with his feet on a sponge carpet that Jasmine had laid out shortly after he and the man entered the house.

"Thank you" said Austin, receiving the glass from Jasmine's hand.

Jasmine simply nodded thinly. He took a sitting position about two meters in front of Austin. "Sorry, the situation is like this," he said not comfortable enough.

Exhaled from any side, Jasmine clearly knew, that the man before her was definitely not from a circle like her. The man was clean and fragrant, his skin was reddish white, his nails were clearly manicured. And the most prominent ..he is handsome!

The human side of Jasmine appraises jelly.

"Sorry, if I come, make you uncomfortable" Austin said. At first glance, the white water in the glass without a placemat he held.

And it was admitted Jasmine frankly; yes, I did indeed frown on it. But of course it was just in his heart. "Umm .. It's okay, Mom."

"Call Benn!" sergeant Austin. "I'm not Wong Jowo!" clawed. And it's real!

The name was pinched from the eventual name-Bennedict.

"Benn?" Jasmine ensure.

"Hm."

"Umm, okay ... Benn's. So ... What do you mean, we've met many times?"

"This woman doesn't like pleasantries apparently," Austin's heart said.

The man's dimples look very sweet with the pull of his smile. The plastic bag he was carrying he rogoh stuffing, can not be separated from the eyes of Jasmine. "Gosah is in a hurry" he said, just relax. "Eat this cake first, it's as good as it is!"

Jasmine's curiosity clearly hung over. But he was silent, without any intention of protesting at the bespectacled man. Her eyes were now drawn to a heart-shaped tart cake with four red cherries in the middle, embellishing the melted chocolate that melted down the entire length.

"You got a little spoon?" tanya Austin looked at Jasmine.

The woman nodded. "Start." Without lifting her body, Jasmine just crawled around a little to grab a plastic box under her simple dresser, which was covered in a lacy tablecloth. Open the plastic box slowly.

And saw the whole cry of Jasmine's tableware, starting from the cutlery, plates, and a few glasses, arranged in it. He took a small spoon at Austin's request. "It."

Now Jasmine had returned to her original position, sitting on the edge of the mattress. His bulging stomach seemed to be groomed occasionally.

"Belg ...."

Jasmine flabbergasted. Austin's palm stretched out before his face with a piece of cake he had just scooped. "I-I ate alone," he refused.

"It's okay. Consider this my apology to you."

The words made Jasmine's forehead again wrinkle in astonishment. "Ma-sorry ... what do you do?"

"I'll answer you later, because you took a bribe from me." Austin grenade mode starts out.

With a stiff Jasmine accepts. He slowly opened his mouth, in exchange for an explanation.

Austin's smile expanded widely. The activity continued until some mouthfuls. The longer the two faced each other, the deeper the gaze created between them.

"She's really sweet," inner Austin admires.

No exception Jasmine. That handsome face no one could dodge, including himself.

Noticing her heart suddenly pounding, Jasmine held the spoon to the number of times Austin stuck it in her mouth. "Enough, I'm full. My stomach is getting bigger, I can't take too much food."

Jasmine's series of words returned Austin to reality. Her crazy thoughts that had been hovering around described many things about Jasmine, stuck back at the point of her consciousness. "Ou, okay." The spoon was placed on top of the tart that still left three quarters of the part.

"Can you tell me now, how do you say we've met so many times, but I don't know that at all?"

Austin's gaze pierced Jasmine's sweet face. For a moment he took a breath, which he then exhaled a gasp.

"White rose flower, free food from Mamak Warteg, lacy blue dress, also ... clown!" Silent moment. Then he blurted out a second after, "That's all I do."

Nastya Jasmine stared in disbelief after hearing the confession of the man sitting on his feet on the sponge carpet.

A pair of folded calves sat on it, seemed to begin to feel numb. A little move to take a comfortable position, but still with a feeling of rage. "Why are you doing that? Who are you really?"

A moment Austin lowered his head, looking for the right word for him to say as a form of answer to Jasmine's question. "I was the one who hit you on the street at that time." And the man admitted.

Jasmine looked at him. He clearly still remembers the incident.

So this man .. the driver of the motorbike?

Long enough Jasmine was silent to respond to all the arguments in her head. "I didn't know at the time. My only food is pure. But why did you give me that much in exchange?" He doesn't think out.

I don't know! Austin could not even examine his own taste and thoughts, why he could suddenly care so much about a Jasmine, whom he did not even know who she really was. Hairy or not.

"What bag of food is also the money of three hundred thousand that is linked above that door ... you also send?" Jasmine continued asking curiously.

Austin was quite jolted by it. But then without hesitation he nodded. "Yes, it's me. I came here to make a meal gentiin .. which angep aja uda I ancurin. But you don't exist. Be me hooked on the nail above that door." He pointed towards the door he had just mentioned.

Another with Jasmine, the look on her face suddenly changed giddy. He recalled the words of the Ncing, if the man who connected the food, was a bule. Even in the days that followed, the Ncing still brought up his admiration for the figure. But this man before him.