Kiss The Rain's
Just hug me for a second.

Arriving at the place he was headed, Jasmine got down from the car to pick up Prince and take him in his arms. For a moment Jasmine wiped her tears that had dripped unceasingly. His hand knocked on the door he knew so well, he was even free to go in and out without excuse.

Long wait, the door finally opened. Revealing the figure that Jasmine had wanted to avoid all this time. "What's wrong?" Dika was already standing and his eyes caught what he had been looking for, his favorite flannel shirt.

"Hi..., are you busy?" As much as possible Jasmine reviewed her best smile, hiding something that she had hoped for and longed for.

"Ehm... No, come in first." Dika was still standing and smilingly holding her little baby hand.

"Where are Asmira and Amanda?" Jasmine did not catch the two women who accompanied her days of Dika.

"They're in the upstairs room, will I call you?" Dika was still talking while holding her son's hand. Makes Jasmine's heart beat. Indeed, he has released Dika with his woman. But the memories that were once knitted were still left in Jasmine's heart.

"Ehm.... That's my shirt, right?" Dika finally stopped holding his son's hand and now looked at Jasmine's face which still looks swollen. "Jasmine did you cry?" Further.

"Th-dak.Ehm....Yes, this is your shirt, I brought it with me when I moved first." Still with a sweet smile. "Do you mind if I wear it?" Jasmine asked while taking her eyes off Dika's eyes. As much as possible he did not look into those eyes too deeply.

"No, you can wear it." Dika was still staring at the face of his ex-wife. "Tumben here?" Ask.

Jasmine kissed Prince's forehead and turned Prince into Dika's lap. But his movement made the gun in Jasmine's belt detach and his voice made Dika's eyes turn on the object that fell earlier. His eyes immediately rounded full of question marks.

"Why are you carrying your gun, why are you looking like this, where are you going?" Dika started to thaw various questions to Jasmine. Before he stood up the stairs.

It seems that Dika is now down the stairs by himself. But there was someone who followed his small steps from behind. Asmira, little daughter of Jasmine.

"Mommy...." Asmira ran over to Jasmine who was still sitting and stretched her arms out to catch the small body of her first daughter.

"Hug mommy old honey, Mommy misses you." Jasmine stroked her daughter's curls and gave her many kisses on the sweet face of Asmira who was now the elder sister of her two younger siblings. Amanda gave birth 5 weeks ago. He gave Dika a little princess like Asmira. Her face was as beautiful as her mother.

"When please get a suitcase and cooler bag in the car." Jasmine handed him the keys to her car. "Mommy, look at the baby sister in the room, they're both so funny." Take Asmira while pulling her mother's arm.

"Can mommy see it?" Jasmine asked and nodded at her daughter. Eventually they both climbed the stairs and left Dika alone in front of the house.

Arrive in front of the room that Jasmine once lived in, a flash of memories dancing wildly on Jasmine's head. Until his gaze turned to look at Amanda who was holding a son.

"Well brother, how are you?" Amanda answered Jasmine's question while smiling sincerely.

"I'm good too, look at him as handsome as your husband, right?" Jasmine gently stroked the Prince's head.

"Sister, what's the matter?" Like there was something he caught from the look on Jasmine's face.

"Don't you mind if I leave Prince to you, just for a minute. After my business is done I'll pick her up." Jasmine Clear.

"Where are you going?" Amanda begins to fidget when Jasmine is already standing in front of the box owned by Jeannice's daughter Amanda and Dika.

"Your daughter is beautiful like you, Manda, when it's lucky to have you." Jasmine again showed a genuine smile."I don't have much time, I beg you to take care of Prince like you take care of Jeannice. If you're bothered, you can ask her to take Prince to my parents' house or you can leave it to Rina's mother." Jasmine sat down next to Amanda. "I know you can Manda."

Amanda put Prince on the bed and turned to look at Jasmine who was already standing. Not knowing what all Jasmine was saying, Amanda could only hug her husband's ex-wife. "Go home when the brother's business is done, I don't have to worry about the Prince.I'll take care of him." The hug was reciprocated even tighter by Jasmine. "Thank you." Jasmine came out of the room and found Dika standing not far from their room first.

"Where are you going!" Dika's face was already shrouded in worry.

"I have a mission, I'll go home when I'm done. I'll trouble you with Prince and Asmira." Jasmine clearly looked down at him. "When, I say goodbye. I have to go now."

"Wait, I'll drive you to the front." Dika followed Jasmine's steps behind her, it felt like the man wanted to hug Jasmine from behind like he used to.

"Well,Ehm....." Jasmine paused her speech. "This is the key to my house, if there's something Asmira needs, you can take it yourself. And, here's my safe lock. If something happens to me you can open it." Jasmine handed the two keys in Dika's hand and grasped her for a moment.

"Ehm.... The code is Asmira's date of birth." Clearly Jasmine while holding the car door wanted to enter immediately.

"Wait." Dika held Jasmine's hand and pulled her into her arms. "I'm sorry, go home the kids still need you." Dika tightened his embrace, Jasmine just silently remained silent. He misses this hug very much. He did not know if there was a pair of eyes that saw it from behind the window of the room that was slightly open.

Jasmine reviewed her smile again, before she got into the car and left Dika who was still speechless staring at her disappearance.

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