
Fainting Gavin was carried by Gibran and taken to his room. After being laid on the bed, Jasmine directly smeared eucalyptus oil on her temples, stomach, palms, feet, and under Gavin's nose so that she would immediately wake up.
Gio called the family doctor to come check on his nephew immediately. When he arrived, the doctor immediately examined Gavin using the medical equipment he was carrying.
"How is my son?" jasmine asked after the doctor finished examining Gavin.
"Gavin's fine, ma'am. He was just a birth and too much thought" the doctor explained.
"Many thoughts?" Jasmine thought about what kind of thing her son thought a lot about.
"I'm going to leave some medicine for Gavin" the doctor said, prescribing and concocting a dose for Gavin.
"Thank you, Doctor," said Jasmine kindly.
"Back of love, Mom. Then excuse me" said the doctor.
"Well, Doc," replied Jasmine.
"Let me take the doctor to the front" Gio said as he walked out with the family's personal doctor.
Gilang who was inside his sister's room only looked at him flatly. He was reluctant to say hello or just ask his sister. He also heard it from the doctor.
There is still a sense of pain when the face that is a reflection of him is doing something painful until he does not want to remember it even for one second.
"Cross Attendance to the room, Pa!" pinta Gilang watered down while pulling Gibran's hand.
"Yes, honey." Gibran immediately pushed the wheelchair towards his first son's room, knowing that his son's heart was not good at the moment.
Jasmine stared at the departure of her husband and son flatly, she turned to look at the conscious Gavin and her eyes stared at the room door.
Gavin's feelings hurt a lot when Gilang ignored him. Is this what it feels like to be ignored and not considered? Why so torturing?
"Don't mind too much, Vin. Mama is sure someday your relationship and brother will be fine. Do you believe in Mama?" Jasmine stroked the top of Gavin's head gently.
"I-iya," Gavin replied hesitantly.
He was sure that it would be very difficult to repair his relationship with Gilang. However, he promised to try harder for the good of their brotherly relationship.
***
In a house that is not too luxurious.
"Grandmother, where's uncle now?" ask a beautiful girl who is only thirteen years old.
"At his wife's house, tumben nanyain uncle. Usually if the same uncle you never get along," said the grandmother while continuing the cooking show.
"If you see uncle it's so bad, Grandma. But, if there's no uncle it's lonely, hehe." The girl grinned while propping up her head using two hands whose elbows rested on the kitchen table.
"Uncle is jutek, Kek. Never connect when spoken to, ngalor ngidul." The girl replied politely.
"Help grandma chopped red onion dong, honey!" pinta grandma with friendly.
"What do you want to do?" the beautiful girl asked.
"Fried, who likes to eat anget rice mixed with fried onions who?" Grandma looked at her grandson.
The girl smiled broadly revealing her neatly arranged white teeth. "I, Grandma," replied the girl timidly.
"It's good to eat warm rice with fried onions?" ask the grandfather to his grandson.
"Enak dong, Cake. Surely if Grandpa used to eat warm rice with salt tastes good?" guess the girl while raising her eyebrows.
"It's delicious" replied the grandfather casually.
"Later to bribe Grandpa using warm rice with fried onions," said the girl.
The girl stood up then took out a knife and cutting board. With a very agile and regular movement the girl began to cut the onion which was to be fried.
"Gee, Grandpa's granddaughter is good at chopping onions. Who is teaching?" asked the grandfather who was now standing to the right of the beautiful girl.
"Love me." The girl smiled sadly.
"Who?" ask grandma and grandpa at the same time.
"Do you know or do you know?" The girl did not answer.
"Tempe mendoan aja," replied the grandmother chuckled amusedly.
"Hahaha, Granny is crisp," said the girl kindly.
"Grandmother is curious, whose beloved are you referring to?" ask grandma again. Grandfather nodded inquisitively as well.
"Disappear" the girl replied briefly.
"Deliver?" Spontaneous grandma and grandpa stared intently at his grandson.
***
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