Kiss The Rain's
Swimming-pool.

"Because if you know a man, you should ask yourself. Does he deserve you to love. Do you really feel for her. You must be able to distinguish admiration and love well. If you can't tell the difference, don't try to pick a man to depend on." (Make the question why the work of Oka Rusmini's mother again, because this is the best!)

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A month ago Jasmine stayed at Bryan's residence. The man who somehow got from nowhere the confidence to have Jasmine completely. A woman who wanted to kill him became his wife. Destiny never stops, the spin of the universe is beyond the predictions of human reason.

Clearly Jasmine still remembers Kamto's father's message, "Take Dika off and you're my daughter's right to be happy."

"Huh....," Jasmine sighed long enough, the frequent cuts in her mind slowly began to fade. Replaced a bright smile and a spoiled streak on his face. The more days his relationship with Bryan improved, there was never a fight or jotos. Like the struggles of this morning, Jasmine was still lingering spoiled under the covers with her husband.

He forgot himself even forgot his age, thirty-three years is not a young figure for the age of a woman. Jasmine looked at Bryan who still had a sweat on his forehead. A sweat that will touch the temples of his eyes. "Tired?" Jasmine asked as she wiped the sweat on Bryan's forehead.

"He'emm." Bryan cleared his throat and dyed Jasmine's hair. The young man was still busy wrapping his hands around Jasmine's stomach. Overlapping Jasmine's legs with her feet.

"If I grow old, my face will wrinkle and my body will sag all of her skin. You still want to be with me or you want to find a sugar baby?" Jasmine's mouth was unceasingly blabbing, Bryan who still did not use a single thread back pierced Jasmine's body.

"If your face is wrinkled, join mama to plant a thread on your face." Bryan's mischievous mouth again explored the chewy mound of Jasmine who was still removing ASI.

"Mama?" Forehead Jasmine shriveled. "Mama Bry. Ah." Jasmine sighed, her body crashing back.

"Later in the evening with mommy papa and sister, prepare yourself Jasmine." Bryan explained with a breath that was still wheezing.

"But, Bry.." Jasmine pulled her body from under Bryan's gaze, Jasmine shook her head. "Do you know me.." Jasmine paused her words when Bryan's lips were already set on Jasmine's lips. Continuously sip it and explore every inch of Jasmine's lips.

"One more time." Bryan whispered, Jasmine's heart was gone, beating like a fierce dog. Keep pushing and keep pushing. The morning struggle was warm for Bryan, but Jasmine's face was still seen guessing the situation.

"Mama's really coming here?" Ask again after finishing smackdown on the bed.

"Yes Jasmine, why?"

Jasmine shakes. "I'm scared."

"Not to be afraid, mama didn't bite." Bryan smiled as he mocked Jasmine who was still showing his restless face. "Betch for breakfast, I'm hungry Jasmine."

"You're Bry, you son of a bitch. Not calming even mengeledekin me continue." Jasmine picked up her clothes and Bryan who was splattered on the floor. "I take a shower, I'll take my breakfast and I'll ask for another present."

"Good cooking, I don't want kale anymore." Sergey Bryan was quick and answered Jasmine with a laugh that broke her entire bathroom space. "Gakpapa, we should eat 4 perfectly healthy 5." Jasmine yells.

"Yes, and the five milks from you." Bryan chuckles.

"Bryan.......!!!!"

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After taking a shower and making breakfast, Jasmine sat down next to Bryan. The young man stared at their entire morning meal. "There's no kale today Bry, it's special for you." This morning Jasmine made western dishes, no warm chocolate milk, she replaced it with orange juice.

"May not be bad." Jasmine smiled and picked up Bryan's morning meal. "Thank you." He answered while putting the first mouthful in his mouth.

"Where's Bry, not good?" Jasmine continued to stare at the flat look on Bryan's face. "It's not good, it's failed to make western cuisine." Jasmine took and put in her first mouthful. He continued to chew and taste every taste of his cooking. "Where does it taste, I gave you condiments." Jasmine raised the corner of her lips. "Haha, not bad Jasmine." Bryan smiles. "I'm sorry." Jasmine smiled again as she picked up the salt and blurred it on her food. "Ask what gift?" Bryan asked after finishing the breakfast that was not left.

"Shop, um, let me cook for dinner. Can you?" Persuade Jasmine as she tidied the dirty dishes and washed them.

"Guggie shopping? Let auntie alone shop and cook, you'll be bothered." Sergei Bryan.

"Jeez Bryan, I'm saturated every day like this all the time. I'm just here and there, right here on the balcony of the room." Jasmine pointed at every place she went through every day on the second floor. "Come, the gift is just shopping no more. You didn't buy me ice cream yesterday either." Jasmine did not look at Bryan, she was still busy rinsing dirty dishes. Until a hand coiled up on her stomach, and Bryan's chin leaned against Jasmine's shoulder.

"Based on the bad mothers, I have a job later in the afternoon. When you're done I'll pick you up and go shopping for your vegetables." Bryan replied, biting Jasmine's ear. "Geli Bry, it's gone. Just disturb."

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During the day, the sunlight shone very brightly, from the balcony of Bryan's room could be seen swimming pool with fresh blue water. Jasmine who was standing on the balcony barrier could only see the water waving telling her to dive to enjoy the fresh water of the pool. "Swimming as Kuyyy." Jasmine passed leaving behind the plants that accompanied this month, she walked continuously out of the room and met the staircase guard.

"Aren't you tired of standing still?" Saya Jasmine.

"Madam," The guard raised his face looking at Jasmine who was standing two meters away from him.

"Mrs, I'm not your lady!" Sergey Jasmine fast.

"What's your name? How much are you here?" Jasmine sat herself on the stairs. Keep asking something to the guard who looks young.

"Tria."

"Oh Tria, do you have a wife?" Ask Jasmine again.

"Already,"

"If child?"

"Already,"

"How much?"

"Two,"

"My son is also two, you know. I'm just a widow. If you were Mr Bryan, would you marry a widow like me?" Jasmine's question this time made Tria frown her forehead.

"I have no right to answer." Firm Tria.

"Tria, can you allow me to swim in the back pool. I promise I won't fuck around, just swim." Jasmine raised both her index and middle fingers.

"I'm tired of Tria, just help me this time. I'll vouch for all your family if Mr. Bryan gets angry." Jasmine tried to convince Tria, the male guard of the stairs seemed hesitant as well as kasian. Because it had also been a month he saw Jasmine only lived on the second floor, just pacing back and forth with a lethargic bent face. "Can't you?" This time Jasmine had resigned herself, she lowered her gaze. Until Tria's voice made her turn her face away.

"Please promise to vouch for my family if Mr. Bryan gets angry." Jasmine nodded and smiled. "Yeyyy, swimming Kuyyy. I'm free." Jasmine shouted and descended quickly the stairs. "Mrs have to keep up the attitude." Shouted Tria as she sneered at Jasmine's steps quickly. "Don't try to escape."

"Yes, Tria. Thanks." Jasmine screamed until her steps came to a halt on the black door with the artist's masterpiece carvings that flowed a lot of art blood on her body.

"Tria, why are they locked." Jasmine kicked through the black door and it was very difficult to open.

"Locked the guard from the inside." Reply to Tria who is still regulating her breath.

"Open dong Tria." Persuade Jasmine with her face.

"Not so different from my wife, so chatty and so much she wants." Inner Tria while confirming Jasmine's request. "Wait a minute."

Jasmine nodded, her face back beaming.

Click.

The black door opens automatically. Jasmine ran side by side through Manila grass angry that she was walking. "I'm sorry grass, don't be angry. I'm happy." Jasmine took off her black ramp skirt and threw herself into the pool.

Byurrrrrrr.