Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 62

Oe .. oe ... Gio immediately cried when puti*g his mother's milk was released. Gibran smiled happily because he managed to disturb his sister, while Ranti immediately put her milk back into Gio's mouth until the child was silent again and sucked her ASI with a whim.

"You are already big still like to disturb your sister," Satya scolded then he followed sitting next to his wife and his nosy hands did the same thing as Gibran did earlier.

Gio's cry broke again when the breastfeeding event was interrupted by the father. Gibran clucked resentfully at the scolding but his father did the same with him, while Ranti could only exhale tiredly at the behavior of the two very nosy men.

"Gomelin me, don't know Daddy's also nosy." Gibran rubbed his brother's bald head because his hair had been cut and kissed him.

"Your father is jealous of you, Dik," whispered Gibran to his sister who could be heard Ranti and Ranti also laughed made.

"Haha .. your father's fault, dear. If your father does not make you have another child, then you can be satisfied breastfeeding* with mother, but now it already belongs to Gio an." Ranti stood up to pet Gio who was not willing to suckle because he might have been lazy to be disturbed by his father and brother so that Gio could only cry.

"If Mother's day belongs to Gio, but if Mother's night belongs to father." Satya stood hugging his wife from behind as her nosy hands disturbed her youngest child.

"Mother night belongs to only one Gio," said Ranti with annoyance because her husband even made her son cry more loudly.

"Bun, pray I'll have a child soon. Next week I'm going to Paris with Jasmine for the honeymoon" Gibran said, his hand taking Gio back from his sling.

Ranti gave Gio to Gibran carefully and kissed his child's puffed cheek fondly. "Yes, I pray that you and Jasmine are given a baby soon, so be friends for your sister as well." Ranti's hand rubbed Gibran's shoulder with a sweet smile.

"Aaa ... sick, Mother," whined Satya as hers was pinched violently by his wife. Ranti did it not without cause, she did it because her husband was completely shameless about kissing her neck and in front of their two sons.

Gibran only smiled thinly because every night he also often did the same thing as his father. However, Gibran never entered the cave of his wife who was not ready to release lava.

"Amale, Bun. Gibran took Gio to Gibran's room, Bun. Than he's crying here." Gibran immediately came out with his sister back together. Just out of Gio's room, Gibran meets his wife there.

"We're both left in the room, what's better, Bun?" Ranti hugged his wife tightly and lifted her body and then she dropped it and she immediately overlaid her body when she fell on her back on the bed.

"Mother doesn't want anything, Dad. Still tired, mending a short break mumpung Gio with his brother." Ranti pulled Satya's hair because her husband did not want to listen to her words and her husband's head was already immersed in her chest even Satya is currently sucking Gio's ASI.

"G ... Dear. You can't drink Gio's ASI." Ranti pushed on her husband's chest.

"It's just a tasting doang, Bun." Satya smiled at his activities, because he only intended to disturb his wife.

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"Where are you from?" Gibran looked into his wife's eyes as they passed each other in front of Gio's room and his parents.

"From the kitchen, I found you with Gio, Mas. But, you guys are not in the room, eat it I want to check into Gio's room .. uh even meet you here," replied Jasmine honestly. She looked at Gio who was still crying in her husband's arms.

"Dad mommy has come home, is Gio still the same as you?" Jasmine followed Gibran who walked down to the first floor along with Gio.

"They want to make a little brother for Gio." Gibran replied with origin, and the severity of his wife just believe what he said. Gibran sat on a swing chair in the living room close to the family room.

"Hihi, your age distance is the same as your sister is far, you know, Mas." Jasmine did not sit on the swing of the chair, she preferred to stand while paying attention to the closeness and patience of Gibran to guard his baby sister.

Jasmine felt very ready to be a mother when she saw that her husband also deserved to be a father. "Next week we're leaving?" Jasmine asked doubtfully.

"Yes, we're on our honeymoon to Paris." Gibran looked at his wife with a smile. Hearing Gibran's reply, Jasmine immediately jumped in excitement.

"Asik, to Paris." Jasmine sat on the swing chair and kissed her husband's cheek as a sign of gratitude.

"It's so nice, honey." Jasmine rested her head on Gibran's shoulder. Their portrait looks like a happy little family with a puffed-up, adorable baby who is their sister.

The author believes, if there are people who do not know Gio is their younger brother, they will definitely think if Gio is the child of both of them.

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One week goes by, tomorrow Gibran and Jasmine are leaving for Paris for their honeymoon. Today, Gibran and Jasmine decide not to work and stay home while preparing their luggage.

When it's all over, as usual. Jasmine and Gibran will be playing with Gio while his parents are busy. Currently, Satya, Gibran, Ranti, and Jasmine were sitting relaxing in the back garden to enjoy a wonderful afternoon.

Gio was in Satya's arms, as his wife and daughter-in-law were busy chatting about women's affairs. "Gibran, your sister looks like a father does she look like a mother?" satya asked while playing her cute little finger.

"Like me" replied Gibran lightly and confidently.

"Cock can look just like you. He's your son's father's son, not yours." Satya did not accept.

"Clearly can, Dad. Gio's Gibran's brother if I forget." Gibran smiled in response to his father casually, while Satya smilingly confirmed Gibran's words.

"Oh, Yes." Satya kisses the forehead of her baby child, making Gio smile funny showing gums that have not yet grown teeth.

"Tomorrow carefully and take care of your health while in Paris." Ranti advises her two children.

"Yes, Mother." Gibran and Jasmine agreed by answering simultaneously.

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Wkwkwk .. the orange slice should be postponed until tomorrow it turns out, dear. Be patient for him!

The visual Gibran version already exists. There is also an external version. I give you a bonus.

Gibran has recovered from his grave.

This is Jasmine, the beloved wife who was kidnapped just to get married.

And This is ... Giordano Putra Dinarta's. Gibran's younger brother who is far from him.

See you next chapter, darling

Honey, I have a good novel recommendation. The curious mango in the coin Okay!