Doctor Vs CEO
Eps. 248-S2

Out of the bathroom there was already a pair of casual clothes prepared by Chayra. Luckily his body with Gibran is not much different so Gibran clothes fit perfectly in Marcell's body. Marcell smiled, imagining Chayra taking care of all her needs as a wife. Hah, Marcell is too deep to imagine. That's still a few years away.

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Rumblings, jokes, laughter, and debates were heard enlivening the back garden used for their small Thanksgiving. Even the family members of both the Gunawan and Yunanda Sudha families gather there to welcome new family members to their extended families.

Jasmine continued to smile despite feeling intense envy. Why couldn't his life be as harmonious as these two families? pikri Jasmine stared at one by one people who were busy with their respective chats.

"Darling" Gibran calls Jasmine to his senses, Gibran sits next to Jasmine, carrying two grilled sausages in his hand.

"Thank you" Jasmine smiled then glazed over the grilled sausage that Gibran presented. Leaned his head on that sturdy boat, the most comfortable shoulder he had encountered during his life.

"Sister Elardd is mine" Chayra's screams echoed through the corner of the backyard. Chayra put on an annoyed face while looking at Elard who casually chewed her burnt sausage.

"It was I who cut him off" replied elard without any sense of sin.

"But I burned it with struggle" Chayra grumbled cynically.

"Honey here I will replace it for you" Marcell immediately took over the position of Chayra, burning sausages painstakingly for the heart that has been damaged mood.

"Lebay is very sad" muttered Elard and passed away from him had to witness a view that made him envious.

"You have to be patient with Gibran's attitude, son Jasmine, he's a bad person" Alvian's remark made Jasmine smile while Gibran glared sharply at the uncle.

"Yes Brother Jasmine, Brother Jasmine must have abundant patience to face this one pole" Alesha chanted from a distance.

"Alesha Dzakiya" Gibran gritted his teeth.

"What my dear brother, my words are right, aren't they" Gibran was about to get up, his hand was already blocked by Jasmine. Gibran, according to him, returned to sitting quietly as if nothing had happened even though he was a little upset because it was the ingredients in his family.

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The event was held with wisdom, although only attended by family members all remained compact and lively.

But Gibran panicked as he watched Jasmine continue to spit out her entrails even to the point of sitting on the toilet due to being too limp.

"Dear what's wrong with you?" Gibran immediately checked Jasmine's body temperature, how surprised he was when his hand felt the hot body temperature from Jasmine.

"Darling you're feverish" Gibran carried Jasmine's body and laid her on the bed.

"Beautiful soon I'll call mommy" Jasmine simply nodded, as if she wasn't strong just to answer. His body was completely limp helpless at this moment.

"Mommy" Gibran banged on his parents' bedroom door, panicking.

"Gibran what's wrong?" Imelda thrashed out, looking at the face of her son who looked oanic and frustrated.

"Mom please Jasmine has a fever and continues to mutate" Imelda panicked, immediately returning to the room to pick up her medical supplies.

"What did he eat before?" hearing Gibran's mommy's question tried to recall. Jasmine only ate grilled sausage tonight, is it possible because of that?

"What do you feel, baby?" Jasmine was only able to shake her head slowly, she really felt very dizzy.

"Do you have allergies?" Jasmine nodded upon hearing Imelda's question after finishing examining her body.

"Cow meat allergy mom" said Jasmine.

"Gibran did you give your wife a meal containing beef fiber?" Gibran only realized that he had brought two cow sausages, stupid himself to not know what his wife did not like.