Doctor Vs CEO
Eps. 240-S2

Gibran put down his cup, looking at the beautiful looking Jasmine wrapped in a simple kebaya. "Jasmine" Jasmine looked up as Gibran called her voice so melodious.

"I'm sorry that I'm not as rich as your parents, sorry to ask you to stay in a small house like this" Gibran looked at Jasmine sitting next to him, Jasmine brought her body closer and hugged the sturdy body.

"I'm grateful that you were willing to marry me all of a sudden like that, I'm also grateful that you quickly got to this city. We can start a life together, I don't care how much wealth you have" Gibran smiled as he heard Jasmine's words.

"Any lie you know about me I hope you don't hate me" the smile that had been staring at Jasmine's pretty lips seemed to disappear, negative thoughts billowing in her brain.

"I won't hate you" said Jasmine and leaned her head against the sturdy boat. Gibran raised Jasmine's head with both hands, advancing his face to paste what he had been painstakingly holding onto.

"We wait until your men deliver clothes and then I'll show you something" Gibran rubbed the tip of Jasmine's lips slightly wet from the act. Jasmine simply nodded with a met face.

Right, not long ago there was a loud knock on the door. Gibran immediately stood up and opened the door.

"Just put it in the room" Gibran opened the door a little wide so that Jasmine's men could freely enter.

Now sudha is almost early in the morning, but the newlyweds just got relieved because the men have finished cleaning up Jasmine's belongings. The house that was originally spacious because lived in one person so a little narrow because of the number of books that are still in the carton.

"Jasmine, are you ready?" the ambiguous question from Gibran's mouth escaped negitu alone, Jasmine nodded in embarrassment. Jasmine's thought was to do the activities of a married couple but her guess was wrong, because that was not what Gibran was forcing.

Gibran took off his glasses, while Jasmine observed every move Gibran made in front of him while sitting in a medium-sized bed in Gibran's room. Not Gibran's room, rather their room is now. Immediately scramble her hair so that it is irregular to further convince her real face.

"G-Gibran" Jasmine covered her mouth as she looked at Gibran's last move which released a tompel on her cheek. "Th-you?" Jasmine grew stammering as she looked at her husband's real face.

"B-but why are you disguised like that?" Jasmine looked at Gibran with a full-fledged gaze.

"I just want to get an education without being pursued by many pata women do not know themselves. I was just anticipating myself, and also I wanted to know who was truly sincere to me. And I found it" Jasmine looked at Gibran, who had rolled up the leash of his shirt to the elbow. One step, two steps, Gibran got closer to Jasmine. Jasmine closed her eyes as she felt a chewy object stick to her lips.

"Gibran" Jasmine slightly pushed Gibran's body which was already overwhelmed with lust, as well as her.

"Sorry" Gibran immediately rubbed those slightly wet pretty lips.

"G-Gibran are we going to do it now?" Jasmine looked down embarrassed, for some reason she could ask such a ridiculous thing.

"I'll only do it if you will" Gibran sat down beside Jasmine and stroked the straight hair.

"I'm ready" according to Jasmine, there's nothing to delay. Gibran sacrificed his life to marry her. So there was no reason for Jasmine to reject Gibran's invitation to serve as the perfect wife.

Gibran smiled and immediately hugged Jasmine, opened the zipper carefully and then launched the action starting from the top. Jasmine wriggled as Gibran walked down her body, there was a strange sensation that both of them felt.

Long enough, until the chickens have crowed but the two humans who are still stricken happy are still wrapped in blankets. Just five minutes ago finished a long struggle that issued a sweat full of pleasure.

"Thank you" said Gibran, as he kissed Jasmine's forehead, closing his eyes.