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Only 'loving' becomes a sure thing that we hold tightly to make us evil to each other and even make us disabled; each other unable to get the hope, snatch each other out of fear.

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I tell you a story of the most beautiful decision. Not a beautiful word to describe their story back. Jasmine is still glued to her corner, time has shown at 11 pm. He still struggled with his own thoughts on his unanimous decision, the decision to let Dika go.

Asmira is already a body into a beautiful and sweet little girl, She has now entered into kindergarten. The little boy was very similar to the female version of Dika, only he always collapsed like his mommy when it came to dealing with food. It's ridiculous that the mother and the child will be fighting over the food they like. Asmira is now 5 years old and that means Jasmine is 32 years old.

This man is 35 years old.

His charm never faded, in the quote of his guitar and the voice he sang will make anyone float as if willing to fall in the arms of the man one child. The more mature the more make the women melt in front of him.

Who else if not Dika Andrea Bhagawanta

One-child man who is good at playing music and singing, typical bad boy who is much loved by young women who are not the same age as him. What a fate of poor Jasmine, the woman always grumbled annoyed if after she sang on the stage her man would be shrouded like an ant and Dika was the sugar. The sweet sugar.

"Look at baby." Jasmine pointed at the crowd of young girls cheering calling Dika's name.

"Haha, let it go, let's go home, baby. Asmira must be waiting for us." Dika took Jasmine and passed away leaving the crowd of little girls.

"But Kasian, they brought you a present."

"Then what should I do?" Ask Dika slowly.

"Just meet them for a second, I'll wait for you here." Jasmine pointed to the sofa at one of the ice cream stands inside the mall where Dika was called to be the guest star of the local brand shoe-shoe exhibition.

Dika just nodded and walked towards the crowd who had been cheering him even though he had gone down the stage. Various gifts he received with pleasure and agreed to their desire to take pictures.

"You must be tired, dear? I'd like to order a cup of ice cream. It'll improve your mood." Jasmine smiled as she saw Dika coming back to her and received various parcels from the Dika fans. Jasmine will keep the gifts on a special shelf or if excessive she will take them to a child orphanage, because it is undeniable that there are many dolls given by her husband's fans.

"Got one cup of strawberry ice cream." Jasmine passed towards the cashier and ordered it. After waiting for a few minutes the ice cream was ready. "Eat." Jasmine thrust out that one cup of strawberry ice cream.

"We've been here many times even when we were still dating? You remember?" A smile fell on Jasmine's lips. She still remembers how Dika never ate ice cream before her with her lover first.

"I certainly remember." Dika stroked Jasmine's hair. After finishing enjoying ice cream they passed home to Oma Ani (Mother Jasmine) because they left Asmira there. Oma Ani would be very happy if their first granddaughter was left there for a while. Because their house will be full of babbling and laughter Asmira.

As for Jasmine's sister Raka, she had already started working alongside Kamto's father being a building contractor that quite a lot of them both worked on.

Rabbet

Amanda Soedarjo remembers this woman. The most beautiful woman who ever filled Dika's heart before Jasmine's presence in his life. Women who will be more intense appear in this story.

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Hello reader dear, finally can up again the continuation of the story of Dika and Jasmine. Please don't be bosen. Please support back 😊

Their first series in the chat story, the story of how the beginning of their reunion and the story of the beginning of Jasmine and Dika's household.

Comments after 52 episodes.

Stamp the arrival of Miss Lancaster in the first title Just Mine. I did not expect to be commented on by The Best Author and I am very grateful to miss 💛💛💛

Who likes diction can read, there are some diction I wrote.

Sweet acids of domestic life also exist, betrayal, divorce, tears, sacrifice, etc.

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