
the mist came over with a soothing morning dew that soaked the grass greeting the sun. A bright morning with a glint of sunlight made the girl who was still struggling with her blanket blink her eyes. Grabbing the phone on his bedside nightstand, his eyes opened perfectly and immediately jumped out of bed to go to college.
"Mom, dad why don't you wake up Ara" Chayra grumbled as she descended the stairs in neat clothes preparing to leave.
"Breakfast dear" cried Imelda as she saw Chayra just grabbing a piece of sandwich. "No mom, Ara is almost late" running as fast as lightning, Ara immediately took her car without waiting for the driver who usually drove her because it would be very time-consuming.
Riding the white sports car, Chayra became the center of attention of all campus residents because of the luxury car that is only owned by a few people. "Hahhh why did I also bring this car" said Chayra while hitting her steering wheel when it was parked.
"If it wasn't for Gibran's brother telling me to stay up late to listen to his story I wouldn't have been so bad." walked over a little run, Chayra continued to grumble regardless of the gazes of the students who passed by him.
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Gibran is ready with his costume, he feels very excited today because considering if yesterday he was able to make a Jasmine laugh freely. He was today asked by Jasmine to pick him up because Jasmine's car was being modified in one of the country's famous sorums.
Gibran also still maintains his appearance, he wants to know the reaction of Jasmine's parents if they see their daughter picked up by a geeky man like himself.
Riding the bike casually, Gibran also did not forget to bring one more helmet for Jasmine. After a short drive, the Gibran motorbike entered the elite housing complex. Adjust his breath first to strengthen the heart if later he is in reviled maki.
"Jasmine's got a aunt?" trying to stay polite, even though in his heart Gibran sneered at the attitude of mama Jasmine who seemed disgusted by her appearance even mama Jasmine stared at her appearance from top to bottom.
"Jasmine there's a packer" Gibran gawked, how could the heir of the Yunanda family be called a packer. "Lucky old man" Gibran murmured in his heart.
"Jasmine didn't order anything ma" Jasmine approached the door making sure who was called the parcels by her mother. Jasmine's mouth was gaping wide, "Ehh Gibran, go yuk" Jasmine instantly pulled Gibran's hand and looked at her mama annoyed.
"Jasmine don't take just anyone into our mansion" Jasmine's mama deliberately emphasized each word to get Gibran out, but her efforts were in vain because neither Jasmine nor Gibran responded.
"This house alone is ten times the house of my parents mistress" Gibran murmured inwardly as he stared at the interior of Jasmine's house while waiting for Jasmine to finish preparing. Suddenly mama Jasmine sat on the sofa opposite to him, her eyes staring at Gibran sharply.
Gibran just lowered his head, acting as if he was really a geeky man who was afraid of anything. "Jasmine why don't you just bring another car, there are still many cars in the garage" Gibran smiled cynically without the knowledge of Mama Jasmine or Jasmine herself. While Jasmine narrowed her eyes, in the garage there were only 3 cars, one belonged to her father, one belonged to her mother, and one belonged to her mother, and another one for the needs of drivers who will drive wherever they go if they do not want to ride their own car.
"Jasmine left first ma" said Jasmine and instantly pulled Gibran's hand as fast as lightning. As Gibran previously reported, he will meet Jasmine's parents who will demean her. Just coming out of the main door they were startled by the arrival of papa Jasmine who looked rushed.
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