
"Dad, Gio don't get scolded! Pity him to cry that." Jasmine held Gio back and rubbed the child's back so as not to cry. However, Gio's cry was even firmer making everyone feel disturbed due to his loud cries.
"Dad's just talking to him, Jasmine." Satya felt guilty for making her son cry loudly.
"Talk to little kids don't wear high notes, Dad. Jasmine yelled because of reflexes too." Satya nodded in understanding.
Jasmine patiently petted her sister affectionately. He walked to the back of the house to be away from the adults who were disturbed by the cries of his sister.
Jasmine is very understanding if she must treat Gio well and should not be up to emotions because it can affect the psychic of the child.
Jasmine invites Gio to sit on the back garden swing of the house. He sang so that his sister would not cry anymore, because honestly Jasmine was very hurt to hear his sister's heartbreaking cry.
"Gio, now Gio has grown up already om. Gio can not be naughty, can not make the father equally difficult because of Gio who is naughty. Daddy's very dear mother Gio, they are sad that Gio is naughty and fussy." Jasmine still felt the shock of Gio's body even though the child's cry had stopped.
"Gio, you don't know your age until when, but trust your sister that you will always love you like you love your children. Brother wants you to grow up together and be familiar, do not get into a fight because of trivial problems, you can play together, take a bath together, eat together, everything together is fine too. But, Gio had to remember not to fuss anymore!" Although, Jasmine did not know whether Gio understood her words or not, but Jasmine really hoped that her children and her sister could grow up together with her, take care of each other when they grow up and love each other sincerely in their own ways.
Jasmine sensed Gio was already a henchman, his breathing also sounding soft and regular signifying if his sister had slept.
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Gibran turned to the door when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the room, a few seconds later he saw Jasmine enter with her sister asleep in the arms of the wife.
"How come you're not eating?" jasmine asked when she saw her husband sitting in the room.
"I'm waiting for you." Gibran smiled, he patted the empty bed next to him for Jasmine to sit there.
"We're going down now!" take Jasmine after laying Gio down next to her two sleeping children.
Gibran pulled Jasmine's hand until she sat on his lap. Gibran hugged Jasmine very tightly and inhaled the scent of his wife's body deeply.
"I hope you can patiently take care of our children, dear. I know that motherhood is not easy, it will be even more tired than a husband who works to think about the fate of the company. There are also many husbands out there who scold their wives for not being as attentive as before having children. But, they didn't know that their wives actually worked harder than them." Gibran stopped saying only to breathe oxygen, after his lungs were recharged, Gibran continued.
"Maybe they think that taking care of the child is trivial. In fact, many wives out there who also do work even though only at home, such as washing clothes, washing dishes, cleaning the house, cooking and much more. Maybe they're a little helped with ART but they won't be able to just stay at home."
"If there are men looking for another woman out there just to satisfy their passions, they are very insolent because they do not feel the suffering of a wife." Jasmine responded, she did not know why her husband discussed things like this but like this Jasmine was more familiar with the nature of Gibran which is rarely shown to others.