
The pretty lips were throbbing, turning her eyes outwards staring at the tree that was alternating with the speed of the car she was riding. Nearly two hours in the car and asked Gibran, but Jasmine had no answer at all. Even now the car he was riding stopped right in front of the hotel lobby that was forced by Gibran, without inviting Jamsine down Gibran directly down just like that. Jasmine gawked, staring at the back of Gibran who had already entered the hotel lobby.
Jasmine opened the car door and got off, leaning in the car. He read the writing or rather the name of the hotel written large there.
"Ryuichi? Wasn't Ryuichi Gibran's first name?" Jasmine covered her mouth as she stared at the hotel loby which Gibran saw still standing gallantly and also many employees who looked down respectfully at him.
Jasmine chooses to enter the car again hoping to find the answer from the driver who delivered them.
"Whose car is this?" Jasmine asked the driver who was sitting in the steering chair.
"The hotel belongs to the young lady" replied the driver politely.
"T-young master?" Just wanting to ask further, Gibran had already entered the car and smiled at him.
"Let's walk sir" The driver nodded then stuck his gas pedal.
It did not take long to get to the main house, the towering fence made Jasmine increasingly wonder who exactly her husband is.
"Good afternoon young master" said the security guard who opened the gate, only to be met with a nod by Gibran. Jasmine turned her head around, watching the road that would lead to the main door of the magnificent house in front of her.
"Master and mistress were already waiting in the young master's family room" Just getting down from the car, Jasmine was again startled by the voices of the servants who were already lined up neatly on the main door.
"There's a young master" the waiter replied politely.
"Mom, dad" the two people who were busy watching the movie on the big screen turned their heads when they heard the sound. Unlike Imelda who immediately stood up and walked over, Riko instead sat quietly without saying a word.
"Is this Mommy's son-in-law?" imelda's question made Jasmine tighten her grip on Gibran even more, Jasmine grew nervous as Imelda took a look at her appearance.
"Ha-Hallo mistress" Jasmine's lips trembled, as much as she could cover her nervousness but failed. These two middle-aged people in front of him were not random people, Jasmine knew that.
"Call Mommy, let's sit down" Imelda immediately grabbed Jasmine's hand held by Gibran, inviting him to sit without caring for Gibran who was still looking at him in annoyance.
"Is there anything you want to explain to Ryuichi Gibran Squelle?" if his daddy had asked in this tone, it was certain that his daddy was a little disappointed with him.
"Of course daddy knows without Gibran explaining anything" Gibran replied calmly. Riko snorted in annoyance, regardless of who the arrogant nature of his son was. Riko did not want to admit that she was arrogant as well.
"Haii brother" Chayra immediately hugged Gibran's neck and poked his head around his brother's neck, not realizing there was anyone else in the living room. Unlike Gibran who stroked his sister's hair affectionately, Jasmine looked at the two humans who were still looking at each other with a jealous look. It seemed like Jasmine had yet to realize that the teenage girl was the girl who used to make video calls with Gibran.
"Chayra sat down" said the daddy made Chayra's lips pursed and immediately sat beside Gibran.
"Wahhh are you Jasmine's sister? beautiful, it was more beautiful than photographed" Chayra who was originally sitting beside Gibran immediately stood and sat beside Jasmine.