Gaje
Part 7's

Jasmin immediately dropped the teak on Haris' forehead, not hard at all, but Hani immediately glared at Jasmin who had been disrespectful to Haris.

"Jasmin can't be so much like Haris. He's your husband now!" snapped Hani on his only child. Jasmin looked down feeling guilty, Haris was normal, because if indeed if each other was ugly, each other was a common thing between them.

"Sorry ...."

"I apologize don't be the same mom, apologize the same Haris," Hani's orders were loud and sharp.

Haris stuck his tongue out at Jasmin, making Jasmin finally apologize. "Sorry Ris" whispered Jasmin.

"Iye iyee" said Haris cuek.

"This is what you're afraid of getting married!" Hani sat down, ready to nag and lecture the two humans in front of him.

Jasmin looked down, the same as Haris.

"You are partners in crime really yes," added Hani still with annoyance.

"Your marriage is what the hell. Not just a joke, right? You guys love each other, right?"

Haris and Jasmine looked at each other. Jasmin bit her lower lip while Haris took a deep breath in heavily.

"Mommy is equally surprised when you ask to be approved for marriage, mami does not love blessing but papi who loves. Your family is also Ris, your mama does not love blessing, but your papa who loves you is blessing to marry."

"Not a week before you get married, my mother has seen your original character back to their respective attitudes. Just like before. There are no adults."

Hani almost cried as she revealed her heart before Jasmin and Haris.

Jasmin embraced Haris arm, and Haris returned Jasmin's embrace with a softened look.

"We love each other really," answered the two compactly, together. Hani smiled wryly, tears did not flow, to be honest Hani is not typical dramatic mothers and likes to shed tears in front of others.

"Mommy wants us to like how? Sorry Jasmin ya Mi, made Mami sprain."

"Mafin Haris is also aunty, has become a son-in-law who makes sprains."

Hani sighed harshly, completely confused as she saw these two children before her were even busy apologizing.

Haris can't do much, all Haris can do is be pretentious with Jasmin. Jasmin, who now embraces Haris' right arm. The two friends have promised to cover their crazy ideals from anyone, enough to know and hope that one day his wish will be fulfilled.

Jasmin looked up, staring at Hani with teary eyes mixed in fear. "Yes Mih."

"Mami don't want you to think of marriage as a joke or challenge. Your mind has been weird since childhood."

Haris was stunned to hear Hani's words. It is true that the marriage between Jasmin and himself is only due to challenges, challenges to fight for each other's love that does not materialize. A challenge that is impossible to defeat.

The answer about the existence of Surya and Airin they did not get. Finally Jasmin chose to calm himself in his room, of course Jasmin was not alone because there was Haris beside him.

"Eh, please let me know why it's in your house.*****me too." Haris is hysterical when she opens Jasmin's closet and finds a lot of her underwear there.

Jasmin screeched in the middle of his silence. "Yes you think dong, you're my husband now."

Haris. "Oh yes I forgot. Hehe ... I thought you were my color collection, but it's worth looking around at the color up to dozens."

Jasmin snorted in annoyance. "Why are they doing this, Ris?"

Haris immediately stopped sorting the color and approached Jasmin who was lying on the bed.

Jasmin turned to Haris with a haggard look and despair.

"Gue didn't expect much Min. You know, they are married couple, they can do whatever they want to do."

"So you're blush?"

"Not that either. I mean, I don't care if they do, but .. I still love Airin no matter what."

"Lu don't need to insecure like gini," added Haris calming. Jasmin woke up from her sleep and smiled wryly at Haris.

"Ahhriss ... thotwhitt," joked Jasmin by impersonating Haris.

"Thialand lu," said Haris annoyed. (Awas if anyone reads Thai (wkwkwk).

Connect ....

The part is short because in this month I am very busy, there is no time to write a lot. And also this story is up because I want to follow the event of the month of Ramadan, although this story does not smell the month of Ramadan.