
"Hustt you can't talk like that, you got me, you got daddy, mommy, Chayra, and your real dad. We all love you, never feel alone dear" Gibran smiled sincerely, proving that his words were true.
"Baby? I guess she didn't want me because it was proven that after becoming a marriage guardian she immediately left" Jasmine lowered her head, to be honest she also missed her father figure.
"He has a lot of responsibilities that must be taken care of so that he can not see you again baby, I promise as soon as I will invite you to meet him" said Gibran.
"Thank you for taking me this far" tears escaped those pretty eyes, moved. Unable to withstand this happiness, immediately embraced her husband who had protected her to this day.
Gibran got up, immediately hugged his risen wife as well.
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Gibran and Jasmine were in the car for the hospital before leaving town. Because the daddy is still in the office so Gibran will say goodbye via telephone later while later he went to the hospital to say goodbye to the mommy and Chayra as well as visit Marcell.
Gibran's sturdy hands faithfully clasped tightly on his wife's hand during the trip. Neither Gibran nor Jasmine could speak, Jasmine was busy with the atmosphere of the city and Gibran was busy with the streets in front of her.
"Gibran stopped" with Gibran's reflexes braked suddenly, lucky the streets were quiet so it did not cause an accident.
"What's the matter, baby?" Ask Gibran worried. Without answering Gibran's question, Jasmine went straight down and ran.
"Heii let go" Jasmine shouted at the two large-bodied men who were trying to force the children to beg.
"Wahh there is a boss angel" said one of the criminals.
"Take off" Jasmine shouted once more as she saw the villain still firmly gripping the little boy.
"Satisfy us first and we will hand over this child hahahah" they said with an evil laugh.
"Dek here" instead of replying to Gibran's embrace, Jasmine instead called the 10-year-old by waving her hand. The boy with shoulder-length hair and slightly dull clothes ran over to Jasmine.
Jasmine let go of Gibran's embrace, instead of being annoyed that Jasmine ignored him Gibran instead smiled, amazed by his wife's gentle heart.
"Whose name are you?" Jasmine asked softly while squatting with her knees resting.
"Dela brother" the boy replied, lowering his head.
"It's so pretty, where are your parents?" Question Jasmine got a head bobble from Dela. It seems like the poor boy had to fight to live alone.
"Follow brother yuk, you will know Dela as many friends there" instead of answering Jasmine's question, Dela raised her head, looking at Gibran who had been silent.
As if knowing what Dela was thinking, Jasmine immediately stood up and embraced Gibran's arm. "Know this brother's husband, he's a good man you don't have to be afraid. You want to come with brother, right?" Ask Jasmine again. Looking at the smiling and nodding Gibran Dela finally agreed to Jasmine's invitation.
Jasmine decided to stop by the clothes shop for a while before continuing their journey.
"Don't go down, let them buy it" Gibran blocked Jasmine's hand, it seemed like his possessive side was starting to appear.
Jasmine nodded, herself trusting her husband.
"Dela hungry?" Jasmine asked turned her head back where Dela was sitting.
Doubtfully Dela nodded, Jasmine's soft heart was like slashed. Seeing a child who has to struggle to live alone while he is always content from birth. Not only Jasmine, Gibran felt that way.
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