Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 96

Ranti brought Gio into the house, she passed Jasmine who seemed to be about to come out.

"Mother, why is Gio crying?" jasmine asked softly, she was concerned to see Gio's face reddened with tears.

"Obviously, your father jokingly likes to miss. Maybe if Gio was as big as your husband he would respond to his father's jokes with jokes as well. But, Gio is now a child, he doesn't know anything and if he feels uncomfortable it will be like this." Ranti exhaled tired breath, at the age that is no longer young, it will be very difficult for her to behave like a young child, because of course she is experienced and thinks more mature.

Jasmine looked at her sister who was still as excited as she was. He also could not imagine if his son would be like Gio. Jasmine subconsciously rubbed her still flat stomach gently.

"Gio's got a fever now, Jasmine. Mother is afraid that she's why." Jasmine's heart was so overcrowded that she was crying because she was worried about her son.

"Mother don't panic, yeah! If Mother panics and many thoughts, it will affect the production of ASI. Gio let Jasmine take care, just in case you don't know yet, Jasmine used to work as a doctor." Jasmine smiled shadyly, she took over her sister from Ranti's sling.

"Mother don't be with dad. If there are more than three seconds of sin, Bun." Jasmine felt her chest hot as Gio's petite body clung to her.

"Three days, not three seconds." Ranti.

"In the meantime, mother gave her ASI at the pump, yes!" pinta Jasmine, Ranti nodded.

"Let's go to the room, Bun!" take Jasmine, the three of them went back to Gio's room right then and there.

Arriving inside the room, Jasmine placed Gio on the bed. Apparently Gio was asleep, probably because of the effects of his crying so that his sleep looks uncomfortable.

"Mother has koolfever?" ask Jasmine.

"Some, just grab it." Ranti walked up to pick up the thing that Jasmine had asked for.

Not long after, Ranti gave the thing to Jasmine. Jasmine immediately opened the plastic then took the contents, she rubbed Gio's forehead with full still affection then kissed him. Jasmine placed the koolfever on Gio's forehead hoping that the fever would drop.

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"Still a long time, Ma?" gibran asked softly, he made Jasmine's right shoulder to support her chin.

"Ma?" Jasmine frowned in wonder.

"Yes, you want to be a mother, and I want our children to call you mama." Gibran smiled, his hand rubbing Jasmine's flat stomach.

"No need to be rich people have a lot of money! Although, your money will not run out 700 derivatives hehe." Jasmine continued to cook, the fried rice she made was soon cooked.

"I want my son to call me mother." Jasmine smiled imagining her son would call her mother, surely she would be very happy.

"Lho why?" Gibran.

"Call mom or dad, for Indonesians I think too much because we are not westerners, unless our husband or wife is bule, it is not a problem. Mama and papa call in my opinion is okay, but I don't really like it, Mas. I prefer a simple call, mbok, mak, biyung, hehe. But, that's an old-fashioned call. So, most calls can get along with the ancient and modern that mother." Jasmine explained at length, she did not intend to underestimate the call of others because of the tastes of different people.

There is no Mama Pertiwi, there is no Mama Negara proverb, there is only the first lady. Mother's call made Jasmine feel closer to her country.

"Then our son will call me papa and call you mother." Gibran smiled broadly.

"I hope he calls you hehe.' Directly a lot of kisses that Jasmine can when joking with her husband.

Imagine their son calling. Embah Gibran, or Embah Baban.

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