Grisella Story [Revised ]
part 4's

Yasmin Putri Prayoga is a 20-year-old girl with a small body. Yasmin is the biological daughter of the couple's lord Aryo Prayoga and mistress Amelia Claristie. At a relatively young age Yasmin has completed her medical degree through a scholarship.

No one knows. If, the girl who is known to be stupid and weak has completed her studies and continued to study in the field of business management. This girl was a girl who was very thirsty for the affection of her father. However, the treatment he received was always not wearing a heart even more scratching the wound in the heart of this girl.

"Where have you been?" scold a heavy voice full of threats. Yasmin gulped her hard-earned saliva. Then he turned and faced the father who called him.

"M-sorry Yeah. Yasmin was on the same road as Hera and Frans, but I-because Dad called, so Yasmin was on the hunt to go home," Yasmin replied slightly stammered to the father who was staring at her flat.

"Hm, for a little while at night we will meet your future husband," said Mr. Prayoga final and passed without looking at the princess.

"But Yasmin did not want to get married" Yasmin said in a stammering voice. However, there is no lawfulness. Aryo seemed deaf to her daughter's statement.

"Without me soiling my hands, you finally came out of this house. Hahaha, just so you know, your future husband is an ugly and sick man. Strange woman just for ugly man hahaha and oh, don't forget to come to Elis' wedding one more month with Marcel," said stepmother Yasmin-Laras-with a mocking and condescending smile never escaped her lips.

After that Laras passed from the presence of Yasmin and followed her husband.

"Huft, is my patience the only reward, O Allah?" ask Yasmin lirih. He ran to the second floor with tears.

Aryo had to subvert his own daughter just for power. Is he worthy of being called a father?

Bruk!

Yasmin threw her bag recklessly. Then go up on his king zise mattress.

"Mother, Yasmin is tired, Yasmin can't stand my attitude anymore. Whether Yasmin should actually marry the same man that Yasmin herself did not know how she looked like," Yasmin said as she rubbed the surface of the picture frame showing her portrait with her mother.

"Did I just run away? After all, I have my own apartment, but .. if I run away, Mother will be sad," said Yasmin worried. "If he is ugly and sick let it be, what is important is not evil like them. Enough already! Yasmin was already tired," he continued-staring back at the frame's late-goal.

The portrait features the mother smiling warmly while hugging her small body. But now that warm smile is gone. The sun had gone out which separated the dark clouds in the recesses of this poor girl's heart. Not long after, a soft snoring sounded that indicated Yasmin had gone to a beautiful dreamland. I hope tomorrow brings happiness to him.

* * *

In a magnificent house. It seems like a family is talking seriously. "Ma, Adit's tired, there's been a lot of doctors that Adit came to, but what? The result is the same. Adit remained seated in this sickly chair" said a handsome man who gave his name as Adit.

"This time you believe in Mama, you will be healed" said a confident middle-aged woman who was called by the handsome man who turned out to be Lalita-Mother Aditya.

"As for Mama, Adit wants to go out with Adit driver," he said resigned. After that he passed.

"Dear, the meeting was postponed first, yes!" lalita cried a little because Adit was far from her sight. “You're definitely cured, honey. Because she will treat you," Lalita murmured to herself almost no one heard her words.

The moonlight shamelessly entered into the crevices of the windows of a room that was not tightly closed. The moonlight shining on the beautiful face of a sleeping girl.

Drt. drt .. drrt.

Until the sound of vibration on a brightly lit phone wakes up the beautiful figure. The figure yawned while rubbing his eyes to adjust the light coming into his beautiful net.

"Kok tumben Siska called?" ask the girl to herself. That girl is not Yasmin.

"Yes, hello assalamualaikum, Sis," said Yasmin picked up the phone.

[Look, this afternoon there was a middle-aged woman who wanted to see you.]

"Who's the mother? Why did he ask to see me?" yasmin asked her assistant across the street.

[I don't know, he just said he wanted to see you and tomorrow he'll come back to see you, because you were in college. So, I didn't tell you.]

"Alright, thanks Siska for the info. Eum, tomorrow I'll see him" Yasmin said, ending the call.

"Oh, my God, how long have I been asleep? Didn't they ask me to meet the candidate?" yasmin asked herself.

"Ah, you fool me, I go to bed again" he said and closed his eyes again. It sounded a pair of hazel pearls in its eye bags.

* * *

"Hello Za."

[Yes, Dit?]

"You're looking for information about a girl named Yasmin Putri Prayoga, I'm waiting for her info tonight."

[Good.]

Tut .. tut .

Connection was unilaterally severed. On the balcony of a room appears a man sitting in a wheelchair- gazing at the star-studded night with a gaze that is hard to explain.

"I have to find out who he is, who he really is" murmured the figure.

The night wind did not seem to disturb the figure to stay in the same position. The wind that seemed to pierce the bones did not make him want to move from his place. Long staring at the sky that was strewn with stars the sound of incoming messages diverted his attention. His handsome face was more charming in the moonlight as if he was the ruler of the night.

Ting ....

The notification sound shifted his gaze from the sky towards the square object that was within his grasp.

"Erza found her soon." The man smiled when he got what he wanted.

"Open him ...?" his voice was choked when he found out who the woman he was going to be betrothed to.

* * *

In the morning, the moon has completed its task replaced by the sun that shines on the earth tirelessly. Marking morning activities will be as bright as starting. As is the case with the figure of the girl berbaras berbie who was pecking herself on the large mirror in the room.

That girl looks beautiful. He wears a white shirt top combined with a brown skirt. Again, he made sure there was nothing lacking in his appearance. The girl-Yasmin then snatched the side bag on the dressing table not far from her.

Yasmin was beautiful this morning. He was no longer afraid of the brother and stepmother who always told him to dress up like ondel-ondel there is only natural make-up that brings the impression of graceful and calm simultaneously as if people are not can turn away from his face.

"Where are you going?!" sergeant a voice.

"What do you care!" answer Yasmin flat.

Laras looked at Yasmin sharply. Because, the girl had already disobeyed her orders to wear thick make-up.

'The more brave he is!' Baras spoke in his heart hatefully.

In the living room there has been a mother, sister and ex-lover. Ck, lover of where? from Hongkong?

After that Yasmin passed out leaving those who might be talking about the marriage of Elis and the depraved Marcel.

"Huft, finally free from them, too" said Yasmin sighing.

Yasmin then entered the taxi she had ordered, driving down the highway to her campus.

* * *

"Hy Yas, the morning tumben has come" said Hera, Yasmin's friend.

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙖

"What if I come in the morning?" ask Yasmin back.

"Eum, not pa-pa, anyway," Hera replied a little clumsy.

"Eh, uh, there's something different, the more beautiful you are Yas, has been removed the mask ondel-ondelnya," said Hera half-joked.

"His, evil is very you," said Yasmin sebal.

"Yes-iya sorry, but your suer is very beautiful today like a barbie doll, yes not Frans," said Hera praising while asking for the approval of Frans who just joined and looked at Yasmin without blinking.

"Yes, Ra, it's not surprising that Yasmin is beautiful," Frans confirmed, but she also laughed softly. However, in his heart he did agree that Yasmin was very beautiful today - far from her fantasy.

"Hadeuh, I think you want to praise, already want a treaty too, but not be a treaty," Yasmin said pretending to be angry.

"Are you serious, huh? Ok you are beautiful. So 'make the treaty, '" Frans said withholding laughter.

"His, really bad, be careful if I go later you don't cry," said Yasmin more upset.

At once Hera and Frans fell silent.

Yasmin who noticed the change in their attitude was astonished.

"Yes, you are very serious, I was just kidding," said Yasmin casually trying to restore the smile of her best friend.

"you're not serious, Yas, plis don't stay with us, yes" Hera pleaded.

"God willing, may Allah always take care of Yasmin" said Yasmin and guaranteed by Hera and Frans.

Not long after the lecturer came and the class began to be quiet because of the focus with the lessons that took place.

The lunch hour had arrived and Yasmin had straightened up her belongings as she no longer had any courses.

"Guys sory yes, I can't treat you guys, you know that ...." Yasmin did not continue her words.

"Yes, we know" said Hera, nodding in understanding.

"Mauku interracial," Frans bargained.

"Sorry Frans next time, because I was in a hurry thanks to the laugh," Yasmin subtly refused and then ran out of class.

"Huft, it could be bad if Frans came along," Yasmin murmured softly, then ordered a taxi online. Not long after the taxi came and drove Yasmin to the destination.

* * *

"Duh, very tired," said Yasmin gasping for breath because she just ran from the hospital corridor.

"Siska, who wants to see you?" yasmin asked to the point while still neutralizing the roar of her breath.

"I don't know either, but now it's in dr's room. Daughter, I told you to wait there" replied Yasmin's assistant Siska.

"Oh, okay thanks, yes" Yasmin replied and left the room.

Yasmin is often called Princess if she is in a hospital environment and rarely calls her Yasmin.

Chequek!

"Sorry to keep Madam waiting" said Yasmin, displaying her best smile as she met face-to-face with a woman in her room.

"No problem Doctor, it should be me who apologizes for interrupting Doctor's time" replied the middle-aged woman.

"Please sit down" Yasmin said.

"What is it in your interest to look for me?" yasmin asked kindly after allowing the woman to sit down.

"Mother's Name, Lalita Ivangka Priatmaja. Mom's arrival here just wanted to ask the Doctor to be my son's personal doctor" replied Lalita with confidence.

"Sorry, Ms. Lalita ...."

"Don't be too formal, just call Mother as Mother, may?" sela Lalita stopped Yasmin's words.

Although Yasmin was a little awkward, she did it anyway.

"Ehem, Madam ... Mommy. I'm sorry, but I can't" Yasmin said regretfully.

"But baby, Mother please, you want yes, because your child does not like the crowd and see by many people. So Mommy found him a doctor who can treat him at home," said Lalita with a sad face. There was still not a word that came out from Yasmin's thin lips.

"You are the last hope of Mother, because Mother is tired of looking for a doctor to treat Mother's child, but nothing has been achieved" continued Lalita who has shed tears.

'No, no, I can't stand it when Mom is sad to tear up. Huft, oh God how is this? Surely they didn't allow Yasmin to come out, but .. ah fuck them.' Yasmin was still struggling with her batteries between wanting to say yes or no.

"Udah ya Bun, do not cry later I will be a cry," said Yasmin calmed down while giving Lalita his handkerchief.

'Yes, it worked, Yasmin finally burst as well.'

"But, you want 'didn't you love to be the Mother's child's personal doctor?" ask Lalita to make sure.

"Yes God willing Yasmin, but ...." Yasmin paused her speech and looked at Lalita with a hard to interpret look.

"Your schedule has been boarding and you have been given permission to practice outside the hospital" added Lalita because she saw Yasmin's doubts.

'Ha? How does this aunt know what I think?' yasmin asked herself, which Lalita could not hear.

"Ah, Mother has prepared everything. Because Mother does not want you to bother dear," continued Lalita who understands the confusion of Yasmin.

"Eum, fine, but when can I check on Tan's child ... eh Mother?" yasmin asked a little clumsy.

"Tomorrow, but you must stay at Mother's house" replied Lalita with a gentle smile.

"Huh? Should it be Bun?" ask Yasmin doubtfully.

"Yes, honey, because if we leave there is no one to look after her," replied Lalita began to grieve again.

"Huft, alright Bun, but I don't know your address" Yasmin said in the end still with the same smile.

"Where's your phone" Lalita said asking for Yasmin's phone.

Although still confused Yasmin still gave it.

"This, there Mother suda save Mother number and your number is also Mother save. So, you just wait for the info from Mommy," said Lalita at length who was embraced by Yasmin.

"Oh, yes, dear Mother almost forgot, whose name are you?" lalita pretended not to know. Yasmin wears a name tag attached to her white coat.

"Astagfirullah, I forgot, sorry Bun," said Yasmin smiling two fingers.

"So?"

"Yasmin Putri Prayoga, but if in the hospital called dr. Princess," replied Yasmin introducing herself.

"Mother call Dr. Yasmin yes to be more special," said Lalita featuring a warm smile. Yasmin just smiled and without any cue Lalita grabbed onto Yasmin's body that was facing her.

The deg! One word that is pictured in the mind of a warm Yasmin is this called a hug from a mother? Warm and soothing, feels like something is protecting. Without feeling a melt of crystals fell on the smooth cheeks of the beautiful girl.

"Eh, what's wrong with you, honey? Maafin Mommy, yes," said Lalita a little panicked because she saw Yasmin crying.

"Not pa-pa Bun, Yasmin was just moved. Just this time Yasmin felt a warm embrace from a mother," she added wiping away the remaining tears.

"You can think of Mother as your own Mother. Ok, if so Mother goes home first, yes dear. See you tomorrow, assalamualaikum," said Lalita before passing she kissed the cheek of her future daughter-in-law.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Yasmin.

"Gosh it's late in the afternoon" Yasmin said in surprise, rushing out of her room.

If you ask why Yasmin can have a hospital, the answer is that the mother's hospital that her grandfather inherited from her. Even Aryo did not know about it. Yasmin works as a neurologist. And the end of this schedule is not solid and he is focused on completing his studies now. If only Yasmin knew that the person she was going to take care of was not a child or a teenager she would definitely resist very hard for various reasons.

seriate....