Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 17

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"Now, I'm almost angry because the cantile was swallowed the same, Lo!" Airin dripped alcohol onto Jasmine's wound and slightly pressed her until her best friend was grimacing in pain.

"It hurts!" jasmine's moans were nosy, her feet tracing the floor like a child missing his toys.

"Sukurin, eat it if you still have the brain to think right, do not origin! You were going to kill yourself, right? My name!" Airin urged Jasmine, telling her to speak honestly.

"No, really. Why do I also kill myself, kill ants just a sin." Jasmine did not want to admit her actions.

"I'm also a pinter, Mel. It's not easy to lie." Airin settled in upset Jasmine.

"Who said easy brondong." Jamine's starting off the track.

"Sweet corn flong." Airin was hooked.

"Sweet as Jasmine is beautiful as the flower of heaven." Jasmine smiled beautifully and winked her right eye.

"Eye, Lo why? With the dust of heaven, right?" Airin spoke recklessly.

"Aamiin's." Jasmine.

"Why has the attitude, Lo hasn't changed in the past, Mel? I think your past life is more complicated than I imagined." Airin's words sounded full of implied meaning.

"The descendants of the witch of times." Jasmine replied with origin.

Carefully, Airin treated the wound on Jasmine's wrist carefully. Be careful but painful for Jasmine because from earlier, Airin often pressed the wound.

"It's over" said Airin, smiling proudly.

"Thank you." Jasmine stood up and left Airin inside the room.

"Where are you going?" airin shouted asking for Jasmine's departure.

"I'm hungry, and I want to eat." Jasmine replied as well by shouting.

***

One week has passed, the arrival of the duo to fly to the neighboring country. Over the past week, Gibran felt that one branch of the company had a decline in the value of stocks and also finances fell dramatically. Gibran had already investigated everything but, he had yet to find out what was the cause.

Tomorrow morning Gibran and Bayu get ready to go to the airport, they will go on a private plane owned by Gibran. Which is used almost every week, because Gibran many relations and have to travel abroad.

Unlike usual, one day before H day, Ranti's attitude suddenly changed greatly unlike usual. He looks very anxious and asks Gibran to postpone his departure abroad. However, Gibran did not want to postpone it.

"Darling, can you delay your departure abroad?" pinta Ranti with full plea.

"Can't, Mother. You can make Gibran your sister if Gibran leaves the house for a few days." Gibran subtly rejected Ranti's request.

"Sontoloy! Tiny child, if you talk do not carelessly." Ranti clocked Gibran's forehead furiously as the temptation of her son was outrageous.

"Mother, Honey. Don't make the perfect good looks of an unmatched Gibran tarnished for your mischievous fingers." Crazy, Gibran is so narcissistic.

"Why did I have a son like you, Gibran? Mother regrets." Ranti pretended to be sad making Gibran very hungry to see her.

"Dad, why did you give Mother a tadpole until you had my child?" Gibran's words were seen asking for a defense from his father.

"Because every day your parents play basketball the same, dad." Satya replied with a wide smile teasing his wife.

"Where's the game?" ask Gibran, because he knows there's no basketball court in his house.

"In bed." Satya answered without the slightest embarrassment. Making Ranti embarrassed and hit her husband's flat chest with annoyance and full of energy.

"Can you, Dad?" gibran asked a stupid question.

"Of course, you can. Every day we play basketball (wet and sticky)." Gibran's mouth gaped when he heard his father's vulgar words.

"Dad!" ranti yelled to deafen Satya's eardrum.

"Gibran is still holy, still innocent, don't talk like that, Dad."

"Yeah ... yeah .. yeah .. well .. bombayah." Ranti sang a Korean youth song.

"Hiks-hiks ... Dear Gibran, you don't go, yes!"

"Gibran will keep going, Bun. Later Gibran buy Mother souvenirs." Gibran still continues to marry the request of his beloved mother.

"Mother does not want to be bought. Mommy just wants you-" Ranti's words aren't finished yet and Gibran has cut them off.

"Don't, Bun. Gibran does not want to be a child of disobedience, yes Mother wants to be the same Gibran." Gibran stared fearfully at Ranti, as if Gibran was misresponsive to what Ranti said.

"Yes, if you don't want to. Mother curse you to be a Malin beetle." Ranti's words sounded very serious.

"Los, Bun. Not a beetle." Satya used Ranti's words.

"Gibran doesn't want to be a goat, Bun." Gibran wiped his tears and dripped from his eyes. Yes it is from the eyes if from the feet it is the eyes of the feet.

"Who said you were kambang."

"What the hell, Dad? How to be a flower."

"Gosh, what is my fault and sin, dear, my handsome face you are ashamed, with your pretentious attitude, very severe." Satya dancing while making a song with a rocking tone.

"No, Bun. Dad's face asked to be changed."

"What are you, I'm your father, Bran."

"Nobody said you were my wife."

I have a son with my husband why gini so, Oh my God. Ranti rubbed her chest.

Feeling annoyed with Gibran and his Husband, Ranti tickled Gibran's body until Gibran laughed out loud unable to stand the tingling sensation of the Mother's tickle.

"Darling, today's father and mother will take you to the airport." Satya's words are ignored because Ranti is still busy tickling Gibran.

"Hahaha, geez, Bun!" gibran asks for forgiveness.

"Already! Gibran, you go into your room. Tomorrow morning I'll take you to the airport with Bayu" Satya's orders finally end the struggle Gibran and his wife.

"okay, Dad. Bust Mother chest."

"Dada ..dada. Your bundy chest belongs to one's father." Satya smacked Gibran's ass until the boy grimaced.

"Dad." Ranti called out spoiledly.

"Why, Honey?" satya asked gently stroked his wife's head.

"Mother doesn't want Gibran to leave tomorrow. Mother's feelings aren't good." Ranti complained, and said what she felt.

"It's not food, so it's not good." Satya tried to joke.

"But, Dad! Mother is this serious." Ranti hugged her husband tightly, drowned her face in her husband's chest and sobbed there.

"Well, are you crying, Bun? Don't cry dong, honey!" Satya rubbed Ranti's head and kissed her head repeatedly.

Satya was confused why his wife was able to cry sobbing just because of trivial things. That is, because Gibran does not want to go abroad tomorrow morning. Satya just this time saw his wife weak in his arms, making Satya's heart hurt to see the woman he loved so much cry.

"Mother want a good one, Bun?" satya asked after Ranti started to calm down.

"You, Dad." Ranti replied with a nod and spoiled.

"Come to the room!" Ranti carried Satya ala bridal style.

"Why, Dad?" asked Ranti who was suddenly held by her husband.

"Make Mother feel good." Satya blinked her one eye while smiling mischievously.

"Basic pervert."

"Thank you, dear."