Naughty December (english version)

4. in Jee's Dream

     The meeting ended about fifteen minutes before the disturbing screams of the 33-year-old man whose secret name was Jee. Not only at this time, a handsome figure of Indonesian-German blood with radiating dark brown eyes, accompanied by thick sexy lips, prefers not to do meaningless things. But not! For the past six years, Jee has chosen to take his seriously rather than being the hot model or movie star he used to be. Although Jee is still in touch with the entertainment world, Jee tries to provide direction to the company he just founded three years ago. Jee became the main leader but he spent most of his time in his own world, which began to like the world of photography. Even though Jee is not good at using a camera, he is willing to pay a high price for his personal photographer.

     The sound of the door being forcefully opened didn't break Jee's thoughts that had haunted him for six years. The shade and smell of vanilla on the fierce-faced woman that Jee finds very tempting. Thick eyebrows and moist lips make Jee's dream and passion for photographers never fade, especially when Jee repeats where Asian women boldly scream and adjust Jee's poses in photo shoots. Really, a volatile dream, but the dream to meet is already very impossible. Jee had been trying to find out where the girl lived, but he only found one memory of the initial 'Y' on the lantern.

     The file that was supposed to be signed by Jee was full of indistinct scribbles as Jee's hand fiddled with the pen on the document. When Jee realized he had made a mistake, he made it easy and asked his secretary to correct it. But not because Jee knew that his reverie was deepening, but he saw that the door had been opened.

     "You didn't hear my voice? You also ignored my calls huh?"

     Through the majestic door, a beautiful body slid into Jee's chair. The tantrum that Jee always gets from Aloysia Bruna, a German woman who is none other than Jee's fiance. "Baby, can't you hear me talking?" Aloysia is very upset.

     Jee glanced at Aloysia's beautiful face, then his gaze returned to Yudhisthira. Jee leaned back in the chair and lifted one leg, his index finger tapping the table as if in the death tone of the man and woman who was usually called Ira. Jee's assistant of choice for Aloysia.

     "Em... Sorry boss," Ira wiped the wig covering his eyes. "I already banned this wasp from entering, I just failed. The slap on the cheek is so hot, Boss!"

     "Take her out!" Bass sound code. Jee is bored if he has to listen to Aloysia or Ira's chatter.

     Aloysia feels played by a foreign language to the ear. Aloysia growled then ruffled and finally pulled Ira's wig. "What are you talking about huh? Who is the wasp you mean?"

     "Eh, boss is tired of hearing your voice. No matter what you do!" Ira is getting fed up with Aloysia's attitude.

     "What? What are you saying about Ira? Don't play with me, you can..."

     "SET UP!" Jee snapped, hitting the table.

     The broad chest and broad back, with a height of two meters, got up, then walked while grabbing a coat on the body of the chair. Jee ignored Aloysia's hands and screams when she stopped him from leaving. He was tired of every time the woman his mother chose as his future wife had to interfere with his life. Although in the past, Jee used to add to his collection of women every Sunday to accompany the fun in bed, but since getting to know the photographer's graceful face, he has changed all desires by wanting to live quietly and socialize as he wishes and not as a famous model.

     It's been almost six years since Yoanna's departure has changed Jee's naughty figure into a better and wiser man. Not infrequently Jee only spoke at important times, like this time he responded to business partners outside the room, precisely on the ground floor.

     "I'm fine, thank you."

     Jee had not yet had time to give a speech, but his friend, who was none other than his friend from Indonesia, had already confirmed their closeness. The business they had for three years was enough to find fame among high-ranking officials and big artists in Europe. The man named Lucky Pratama has had a big influence on the JE'O Pictures company by holding events or even talent contests for professional photographers in the world every year.

     "I brought a famous model from Jakarta and a reliable photographer from a domestic company." What Lucky proposes always gets Jee's approval. But it seems that this time Jee has no desire to hold more events and contests.

     "Hm... You can handle this, I can just sponsor your event. And it looks like I'll be closing the event next year." Jee replied, protecting himself from the cold by wearing a coat.

     "Why? The show had an impact on Jee. You don't want to find the girl? It could be her showing up and becoming a participant." Lucky accidentally gives encouragement to Jee.

     Jee's hand brushed against his jaw and looked in every direction on the ground floor of the company. "How many times have I told you, don't call me 'Jee' in public! My mother could have seizures."

     "But it's a cool name, rather than Jamie or Zain. It's too elegant a name, because you're a better fit for that hot name." added Lucky with his lips slightly moving towards Jee's face.

     Although Lucky laughed out loud, for Jee it was not funny at all and Jee chose to leave Lucky when he saw a woman in a tight blood-red dress swaying at him. Jee tried to avoid Aloysia again.

     "Keep the wasps from following where I'm going!" whispered Jee, patting Lucky on the shoulder.

     Slightly moaned in annoyance because Jee always gave tasks that were not Lucky's expertise. Even though Lucky was forced to immediately lunge at Aloysia's steps. "Hi Bruna. Would you like to be a model at the festival later?"

     Jee's presence was out of sight and Aloysia pushed Lucky's chest. "Hey, you're Jee's errand boy, right? Tell him I'll teach him a lesson if he still ignores me!"

     "You don't need to teach him that he's already proficient with s*x, it's just that he's not around you anymore. He's bored, he's tense when she sees Y." Lucky replied with the language of his country and ended with a whistle.

     "Why do you always piss me off huh?" protested Aloysia, really sick of failing to interpret Lucky's words.

     Lucky had prevented Aloysia from leaving, but because it was already done, Lucky finally could only stare at Aloysia's body getting further and further away. In the opportunity to approach Aloysia always fails, any attempt by Lucky to get Aloysia to respond a little to his feelings is in vain. Lucky swallowed back the hope by following Aloysia from behind.

[...]

     The daily routine of taking care of several activities, especially the preparation of everything for the contest, has drained Jee's strength today. Even when he was relaxing at the spa, Jee still received calls from colleagues and even other bosses who wanted to offer cooperation, some of which Jee had to refuse because it was not worth the desire or procedure.

     The taste of the orange juice in his hand suddenly went stale when Jee heard his cell phone ringing and it looked like it was a call from Aloysia. Because he was too fed up and Jee seemed to be being scouted through the network, Jee finally drowned his cellphone in the bathtub where he was currently bathing, but it seems that the day really likes to keep Jee busy because the waiter informed that Jee's colleague from Indonesia who is the former CEO of JE'O Picture Dimas Subroto called. Had been lazy but Jee seemed distracted when he heard the fact that two people who would enliven the contest for photographic work from Indonesia would come.

     "Look Jee. Em I mean Jamie, for this photographer I have never seen the shots and how it works. Only my model keeps asking me to try this photographer," Jee's colleague coughed. "Yes, like it or not, I obey that."

     "Is that so? That simple decision you made? You brought an amateur photographer all the way from Indonesia?" Jee said dismissively.

     "Wait Jee, I will take responsibility if my photographer disappoints me. I promise to compensate, I will even look for a more spectacular replacement."

     Huft. Jee felt tired holding the receiver. "You don't need compensation if you can prove what you say!"

     "But this is my promise Jee. I will give my best for JE'O Picture," replied Jee's friend enthusiastically.

     "Yeah, okay. It's up to you. But, by the way, when are you going to Germany?"

     "I'm not sure when I'll be going to Germany again. But I promise I'll be there as soon as my wife gives birth."

     Jee choked on the orange juice. "Give birth? You're going to have another baby?"

     "Not me, Jee. My wife gave birth and had a baby. My job is just to f**k her." The origin of that answer made Jee bitter.

     No longer wanting to joke around, Jee felt weak hearing the truth about baby gifts. Although Jee is happy that some of his friends have managed to create the perfect home with a child, Jee begins to blame himself. Jee began to hate this trait. Fate had determined that Jee would never be able to have children.

     "Oh yeah, how's your mom doing? I miss her cooking and the way she jokes, your mom swears is amazing."

     "Hm... Mom's news is good, so hurry up and bring your children here. I'll give you lots of toys later." Jee's voice weakened.

     "Ho... Wow, but you don't have to Jee! I'll have to pay extra on the plane later."

     "Then I'll just send it," Jee was relieved as he buried half of his body in the tub. "For my nephew and the other nephew-to-be."

     "Thanks Jee, I'll call you later. I have some business." the call ends.

     Then Jee threw the phone against the wall. Not only is Jee jealous or harboring jealousy, but Jee almost screams because life has punished him too deeply, about the life that Jee should feel with the perfection of a man. It's not without reason that Jee always plays with many women without wanting a bond, let alone marriage, but about Aloysia can't be denied when her mother Yasmine Dorita Zain wants this engagement.

     "Damn it! If only that mean girl were here," Jee closed his eyes as the waitress gave him an extra head massage. "Surely I won't be engaged to that damn wasp. Hm... What do you think Y's face looks like now? Is she still as beautiful as she used to be?"

     Aromatherapy really relieves breath as well as the burden that hangs in Jee's current activities. Especially about one night in December six years ago, Jee feels that his whole life will continue to hunt for Y's name in his dreams and hearts. But the pleasure of remembering the girl vanished when Jee felt a soft hand caress then washed his chest. Jee was silent and just signaled the waiter to leave immediately. Jee tried to get rid of Aloysia's hand without opening his eyes.

     "Why? You don't want me anymore? I'm no longer attractive to you Jee?" Aloysia's soft whisper landed in Jee's ear.

     "No! You are very attractive to Aloysia, you are even more amazing." Jee opened his eyes. His eyes met Aloysia's face.

     "But why Jee? You don't need me anymore, hm?" Aloysia's hands started to caress Jee's thighs.

  Being rude wasn't in her nature, but Jee's eyes caught Aloysia's tongue which had started to creep up her chest and even devoured her chin. Jee slowly got rid of Aloysia but instead the girl led Jee's hand to squeeze her chest and touch the sexy part that was already exposed.

     "Don't let me kick you out, Aloysia!" Jee hissed grabbing Aloysia's hair. He looked at those blue eyes angrily.

     Jee's way didn't affect Aloysia's burning intent at all, even her body reacted when Aloysia changed position more freely, the girl sat deliberately on his lap and inserted the desired part deeper.

     "Ahh Jee, we can enjoy this any time." Aloysia's great-grandson started to move her hips and hugged Jee's nape from the front.

     "But sadly, I only want this with my girl!" Jee whispered softly but pierced Aloysia's heart.

     What Jee said at that time made Aloysia even more annoyed but denied it, not willing if Jee had other reasons to end this relationship. Moreover, Aloysia cannot bear the burdens and demands that will not be easy for her to vent her lust for Jee. From the bath, Aloysia grabbed Jee's hand, locked her arms in her arms and didn't want her man to just leave.

     "Don't talk like that honey, you can't run from me! You're mine Jee. Only I will marry you!" Aloysia said firmly.

     Jee was forced to act violently by carrying and then slamming Aloysia's body into a tub filled with milk soap. Even though Aloysia shouted and cursed with harsh words, Jee didn't care. He only took a towel to cover half of his body, and disappeared from Aloysia's sight. Even Jee just waved without leaving any attention to Aloysia.