Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 24

Hearing his father's reply, Gibran's body suddenly sagged, his heart breaking when he learned that his sister was still in the hospital.

I'm sorry, Bay. If only yesterday I recited what Mother said, surely none of this would have happened. Tears were soaring and it was almost falling down.

"What's the condition, Dad?" Gibran collected his voice to ask even though his voice sounded hoarse holding back the cry.

"It'd be better if you saw it for yourself, honey." Satya knows that Gibran must be very hurt at the moment and she will blame herself for making those closest to her sick.

"Mother, do you not want to wake up?" Gibran was kneeling beside his father and watching his pale face with his eyes closed peacefully.

"You are, son. Appearing all of a sudden it's natural that your mother fainted." Satya hit Gibran's shoulder slowly.

"But, Dad, I'm guilty of this." Gibran stared at his smiling father showing his teeth.

"Smiling pepsodent, Dad?" Gibran glanced cynically at his father then he peeked at his round cheek for quite a while.

"Bun wake!" whiney Gibran was sad.

"Let it go, you'll wake up. You better go to the hospital to see your sister's condition." Satya pulls the back of Gibran's shirt like a cat and keeps it away from his wife.

"Yes-iya ... Gibran to the hospital first. Uh, where's Mr Kiai going?" ask Gibran when he no longer sees Mr. Zainudin there.

"home." Satya answered briefly and sat down and held Ranti's head on her thigh.

"Like a kale ghost comes uninvited, comes home not in between." Gibran tidied up his clothes that were a little messy because of his father.

"You've died, strangely less and less, son." Satya looked at Gibran with a smile.

"It's customary, Dad." Gibran dodged because he did not feel if he was strange.

I used to make you read a prayer, Gib. How come the Koplak demon is still in your body, huh? satya said in her heart.

"It's not because of the devil, but because, Father," Gibran said.

"Eh, you're ta-"

"Gibran is going to the hospital." Gibran interrupts Satya's speech and grabs Satya's hand to kiss him.

"Assalamualaik." Gibran stepped out of Satya's house.

"Getishalight."

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Gibran who had arrived outside the house stopped suddenly. Gibran felt his pants pocket and he smiled as he forgot something.

"Get in again." Gibran turned around and went back inside the house. Gibran held back his laughter when he heard the voice of his father who was talking to Ranti.

"Mother baby, wake up dong! Would you like to ajakin Mommy made a sister for Gibran, if Mommy did not wake up how did you make it?" Satya pinched his wife's pug nose and kissed her cheek in a fit of anxiety.

"Wear some soap, Dad." Gibran replied by changing his voice to that of Ranti.

"So crazy." Satya stared intently at Gibran and threw Gibran with a sofa cushion.

"Haha ...." Gibran laughed then ran up the stairs to go to his room.

Gibran picks up the keys lying on the desk in his room and then he goes back down and lets his father continue to babble with Ranti who is still unconscious.

"I don't think you fainted but you slept, Dad" Gibran said as he passed them.

"Hm." Only a short answer was given by Gibran.

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Gibran propelled his sports bike at moderate speed. The black sports bike that he nicknamed the black lion was his favorite motorcycle.

With an upset heart, Gibran stopped the bike and then he went down and approached the woman who even looked smiling at him.

"Hey, are you crazy? This is definitely not a place to cross, why are you crossing here instead?" gibran said to the woman, Gibran stared cynically at the woman standing not far in front of him.

"You're crazy, it's obviously a highway, why are you even going this way?" The woman ruffled her waist and blamed Gibran instead.

"God ... Are you a patient of a mental hospital?" Gibran shuddered in horror if it was true that the woman was a mental hospital patient who ran away.

"No, I just got out of the grave." The woman smiled smirk and stared horror at Gibran.

Gibran looked at the woman from head to toe, then fell silent for a moment.

"I remember, you're the little granny who bothered me a few days ago, right?" Now it was Gibran who was shaking his waist in front of the woman.

The woman looked at Gibran deeply, and there was fear as she recalled who the man now standing right before her was.

Deg

Deg

Deg

Dead me, why do I have to meet him again anyway? Duh, if I run away later he thinks I'm a coward, if not run later I get in trouble .. arrrggghhh, what should I do? The woman bit her finger to relieve the nervousness she was wracking right now.

"Hehe .. You remember me." The woman smiled so sweetly.

Gibran smiled sinisterly upon hearing the woman's words from the heart.

"Why are you smiling, do you admit that you're a coward?" Gibran walked closer and closer to the woman.

"Is your banana okay?" the woman asked ambiguously, before she condemned her own words Gibran had already spoken.

"You think I'm a monkey." Gibran stared intently at the woman and knitted his eyebrows together, making the woman's guts faintly.

"Ah, yes. You are a monkey, sir." The woman replied clearly and firmly then smacked her own mouth like she had just uttered a mistake.

"Basic crazy!" Gibran pulled the woman's waist until she stuck with him.

Gibran stared at the woman's eyes, nose and ended up on her pink lips.

"Who's your name?" ask Gibran with a heavy voice.

"Jasmine, Master. My name is Jasmine." Both of Jasmine's hands were trying to push Gibran's chest in order for him to escape this situation.

"Oh so your name is Jasmine, beautiful." Gibran rubbed Jasmine's hair and got rid of Jasmine's hair that partially covered her cheeks.

"Thank you, sir." Jasmine's face flushed hearing Gibran's praise just now. However, it didn't last long because Gibran's remarks he heard afterwards annoyed him.

"Not you, but your name." Gibran put emphasis on his sentence, making Jasmine's lips pursed in annoyance.

"Jasmine," called Gibran softly in a hoarse voice that sounded sexy.

"Why do you say my name with that mouthful of yours, sir?" Jasmine stared at the cynical Gibran. The distance of his face that was very close to Gibran's face made Jasmine's heart feel like it wanted to explode.

Gibran held the back of Jasmine's head, then slowly Gibran tilted his head and brought his lips closer to Jasmine's.

"Mr, hmmmm-"

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