Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 105

How happy Gibran was when he saw his two little angels sleeping so soundly after seeing the beautiful world with many colors and flavors in it. Gibran raided them in turn and then put them back into a small cot in a special room for babies.

After a few hours of unconsciousness with a state that is arguably quite bad, Jasmine finally came to her senses and she was now sitting leaning against the head of the bed staring at her husband's face which was emitting an aura of happiness so intense that Jasmine could no longer describe him.

Jasmine was not even aware that something in her had changed, certainly not the stomach but the rest of her body. Jasmine continued to smile as her husband's mouth continued to commute a thousand times to say thank you for making his life so perfect.

"Where did you fall?" Jasmine looked at her husband's forehead slightly bruised.

"My heart was kissed on the floor earlier in the delivery room because of you." Gibran touched the part of his forehead that felt a little .. uh, pain.

"Because of me?" Jasmine stared in disbelief at her husband. Jasmine instead looked at Gibran's eyes now glazed over and looked at him wryly.

"I thought you died on the bedside monitor .. ah come on, honey! No need to talk about that anymore." Gibran gazed in the other direction as a clear and warm crystal circle flowed past his cheek up to the end of his chin and dripped slowly on his chest.

"Mas, I want to see my son." Jasmine distracts Gibran as she is unable to see her husband's grief now, who no one is saddened when she sees a loved one crying out for fear of losing him, indeed, death is something that is certain and cannot be bargained even if only one second.

Gibran nodded then he walked out of Jasmine's ward. As Gibran exited the room, three people Jasmine knew walked into his room with smiles and happy faces.

"Do you feel better, honey?" Ranti was sitting on the edge of Jasmine's bed, obviously very worried about her daughter who had just given birth to her twin granddaughter normally. It could be imagined how ill the struggle of his daughter who managed to give birth to two of his grandsons safely without a disability.

"You're all boys, honey." Ranti eagerly answered her daughter's question on this one.

"Hem, I'm sad." Jasmine exhaled a long and weak breath with her pursed lips centimeter.

"Why? Why are you sad?" Ranti looked at Jasmine sharply as if intimidating her daughter-in-law.

"Everything must be good-looking, Bun. So, Jasmine became the most beautiful herself among them. Our house is so many of his men, Bun. Mas Gibran, father, Gio, my two children." The moment Ranti heard her daughter's reply, her face immediately gave a sad expression just like Jasmine.

Ranti nodded and confirmed her daughter's words but she slightly corrected. "We're both, honey. Not just you." Satya rolled her eyeballs carelessly looking at the expressions of the two women in front of her. Gio even stared at his mother flatly like a child as well as being as careless as the father.

However, moments later Gio suddenly bit Satya's ear until his father screamed and felt amused and sick because of the actions of his youngest son.

"If your mother were the one who bites nice, Gio. But if you bite sick know." Satya immediately showered her son's face with many kisses until the child giggled while writhing with a hand that tried to keep his father's face away from him.

Gibran had returned with a baby in his cradle and a nurse helped carry the other baby. Jasmine her eyes instantly sparkled looking at such a petite body with still reddish skin that was nearby now.

The nurse gave the baby to Jasmine while Gibran chose to sit on the sofa beside his father while holding his son whose tongue was sticking out with his right and left hand trying to get out of the thin cloth wrapped in a thin cloth bound him.