Scandal Compound Love
Episode 8

Ten days later, Jasmine acted with fear.

Two days after his meeting with Austin, he did not even come out of the house. The next day he lived with anticipation-anxious golden-eyed man would appear suddenly in front, then again do bad things to him as before.

It was a natural form of trauma that was enough to make his life almost go crazy.

But it seemed that what he was afraid of was only a form of exaggerated feelings. The man had not shown his nose at all until now. It was quite a relief and made Jasmine repeatedly wipe her grateful chest.

With her stomach getting bigger, Jasmine still had to keep scavenging for garbage to connect her life, as well as for the capital to welcome the baby to the outside world, more or less, there are only two months left when she normally gives birth.

The dusty road is back in a fragile way. His legs began to feel sore to creep to his waist as well as his back. And it began to feel every time, especially at night.

If the baby in the womb this is the result of a marriage where there is a husband beside him, he will certainly not be as difficult and miserable as this.

What else should he do besides move?

And the scene managed to pry the weak side of Austin who was now walking a little distance behind him. The hat was also sunglasses, he wore so that Jasmine was unaware of his presence.

For days he followed the woman like a stalker, but still did not dare to rebuke and meet her directly, since the incident last time, when the woman was screaming hysterically just because she looked at her face.

On the other hand, Austin has not even been able to examine himself on why he has become so concerned about the woman. Other than because he wanted to dig up memories of Jasmine that might be forgotten, he also felt another thing on the side. A feeling of wanting to protect.

Many things were done to make Jasmine smile during these few days.

Starting from buying a bunch of flowers, which he then gave through a small child.

Delivering food through the owner of the rice stall where Jasmine used to buy.

A gorgeous dress disguised gift quiz roving with the easiest puzzle to guess.

Until ....

"Hallo, Sweety."

Jasmine was blown back reflexively, when she found a clown in the character of Winnie The Pooh, suddenly appeared before her with a bunch of balloons in hand.

"What do you want?!" Jasmine was a little scared. His eyes then caught an inscription attached to the clown's stomach.

YOUR SORROW, YOUR PAIN, YOUR PAIN, YOUR PAIN, YOURS, MINE

What the hell does that mean? jasmine asked, not understanding.

"My job is to make people all over the world, happy and smiling, including you!" said the clown just as if he could read Jasmine's mind. His contrived voice sounded like a suffocated person.

"We dance, yes," she asked later.

"I can't dance!" Jasmine shakes. Circumscribed. That place is so quiet. There was no one else, other than him, the clown was also a young man in a hat who came with the clown behind him.

"Father, I teach you," said the clown again as he performed a commanding gesture on the young man to turn on the music on the mini audio he was carrying.

And the music started to play beautifully.

Jasmine's palm was grabbed by the clown after giving her balloons to the young man, also putting the iron hook and sack of Jasmine onto the ground not far from the two.

Seems pretty successful.

In an instant, Jasmine's small mouth started to smile, then chuckled, then laughed as the music and dance grew increasingly made her forget about her fear.

The movement of his legs looks even more funny in the eyes of the clown which of course contains Austin in it.

Some of the photo shots were captured by the young man who actually owned the clown costume that Austin rented, according to Austin's request through his cellphone.

"Udah, I'm cape!" Jasmine stopped her leg's dance. The rest of the laughter was still visible on the sweet face that was slightly darker than the color of his skin before he plunged in as a scavenger.

"okay!" Austin took the balloons back in the young man's hands, which he handed over to Jasmine. "This is for you!"

"Forku?" Jasmine pointed at her own chest.

Jasmine chuckles. "You are-there is! You think those balloons are mail carriers?"

Austin looked at her smilingly - of course - from behind the clown face of Winnie The Pooh.

“I want to stare at that smile every time. Not from a distance .. and without this fucking clown costume.”

But how?

Austin was worried that Jasmine would come back hysterical if she looked at him directly. But yes, he had to be a clown every time he wanted to get close to this woman.

Fuhh ....

"The balloon is spreading," said jovially Jasmine, stomping on Austin's thought bubble in an instant.

Austin followed the woman's gaze looking up at the sky, where the newly released balloons were scattered apart at high altitude.

"Hopefully all Miss Sweet's wishes come true" Austin said heartily.

Jasmine smilingly looked at him for a moment, then squandered hugging his body very tightly, unexpectedly Austin. "Pain, Clown. I am so happy today.”

Of course Austin was so excited about it. "Thank God. Means my task was successful today," she replied as she gently patted Jasmine's back.

The hug then divorced Jasmine. Now his palms turned to stroke Winnie Austin's cheek. "certain. May the next man be as happy as I am."

"Hopefully!"

The next day, at 13:10 WIB.

"Where are you going?!" tara asked as Austin was tidy with his motorcycle jacket and helmet.

"You go to Molly's!"

Tara surprised. "Jan ngadi-ngadi you!"

"Seriously cave, Tar!"

"Mo what?!" With a cup of coffee in hand, Tara continued to follow Austin's movements that began to reach the cafe yard, where the bule man's motorbike was parked.

"Mo make the cave face add ketci!"

"Bacod is really you!" Tara is in disbelief and clearly considers only her according-as-usual jokes.

UUUMMMM ....

"Leeeeee!!! Elah, that's Jadahhh!" tara shouted as Austin drove the bike without caring about it anymore. "Gapain the devil? How increasingly more strange behavior!"

Thirty minutes or so, Austin had arrived at a place.

"Halloooo, Kakang!" A gentleman gleamedly greeted him enthusiastically, even long before Austin's move reached the threshold of his place of business.

"Touch cave gossacks, they don't matter! Gosah said a lot. Enough of you dengerin' the cave." Austin raised both of his palms, interrupting quickly before the beautiful man named Molly touched a part of him.

"Iiihhh, how come the kakang kakang is with Nyai?" Molly was disappointed.

And Austin does care about it. He began to explain his purpose without further ado, "Gini, Moll .. Cave wants, lu robah cave view, as different as possible!"

"Ouwhaaaatt?!" Molly surprised. "Would you like an eyke gini, gitcuh?"

Austin. "Not like you either, Kampred!!" Molly's head was pretty loud. "The real lu! The cave is lenong!"

"Iiiihh atit tauu!!" Molly wiped her bloody forehead from the rest of Austin's index toy. "Teyussa? Yey want eyke robed like apose?"

"Anything is as different as possible!" austin. "But don't amp up the Upin Ipin as well! The cave wants different, but still does not say to the cave!"