Kiss The Rain's
Chapters 97.

In the morning, Jasmine enjoys her days with her two children. A beautiful smile on the lips with that maroon red lipstick.

After Dika held a stock meeting, Dika asked for permission to go home and left several sets of change of clothes for Asmira and Prince.

During the day in the ball room, a mini stage was installed to do the bazaar and fundraising renovation of the orphanage. Dika looked enthusiastic, it had been an hour he joined his team.

All retail clothes that have clothes that have been sold for a long time. Requested to be collected in large boxes that have been prepared by the Dika team.

I don't know the crazy idea of where Dika got it, but the clothes collected were enough to bring to the orphanage.

Now lives the last mission to attract visitors, Mini concert held by Dika. And he's the one who's been the guest star. Who is not familiar with his charm, even he also received an invitation to take pictures. Only for the sake of breaking their hearts to want to reach into the wallet.

Jasmine and her two children were only allowed to sit and look. Dika doesn't allow Jasmine to join him. Because he was the only attraction at the time, young entrepreneurs and famous singers.

While at the orphanage, Raka starts investigating what happened. Those who were there completely hid their identity. They just often say they are good people.

Many children have intestinal worms and nutritional males. Two more doctors were brought in to help care for 200 children there.

One month later.

Jasmine's days were filled by Prince's presence again in her life. The babbling baby who had just learned the path made Jasmine seem to forget the letter and the bitterness of her heart was waiting for the verdict of the trial.

Jasmine chooses to follow the course of the Nicolas family trial from the TV screen. He will only appear in court at the final hearing. Because there is no way he shows his nose in front of Bryan with Prince who can not be separated from him.

And now Jasmine went back to her home first. Dika's restored home was for her, only to give Prince more room for movement.

While it has been a month as well, a massive renovation was done in the orphanage. All are monitored by Raka. And he has found out who is the mastermind of the embezzlement of money from donors.

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Last trial.

Bryan was exposed to Article 114 paragraph 1 subsidiary Article 112 paragraph 1 and Article 111 paragraph 1 of the Law of the Republic of Indonesia Number 35 Year 2009 on narcotics, as well as Article 1 paragraph 1 of Emergency Law Number 12 of 1951 concerning the possession of firearms, ammunition, or something explosive. With the threat of death penalty or life imprisonment or 20-year temporary prison sentence.

The judge knocked the hammer, passing the verdict of the trial. Bryan was found guilty of drug possession and distribution and illegal possession of firearms.

Jasmine who was wearing a blue scarf covered her head, inched forward into the witness and lawyer seats.

"Listen to me, honorable judge."

Jasmine took off her veil, now her eyes looked at Bryan who was quite surprised by the presence of his ex-wife.

Yes, Bryan is now able to walk normally and speak fluently.

"The father of the judge certainly understood who I was and my work.

The judge knows why I am talking about this. I objected to the death sentence given to my husband. I object! I need to use my position to reduce the punishment my husband bears. I can replace his position with other drug kingpins or tax mafia and corruptors in this country!" Jasmine said.

"The judge's decision cannot be challenged."

The chief judge stood up to leave his hot seat. Clearly he knew who the woman who had bravely threatened the verdict of the trial was.

"Alright, I have something for you, judge." Jasmine handed over the collected files in a large brown envelope.

"The father of the judge can observe first, or just see. If it's still less, I can find more work that makes you get a lot of benefits!" Jasmine sarcasm.

The judge pulled out the paper that was behind the brown envelope. His withered eyes were quite rounded.

"Punishment can be reduced, by the conditions I give. Follow me to the special room and for the convicts also follow me. The trial is closed." The hammer beat sounded again.

While the reporters have been intensively wanted to do an interview with Jasmine, because she mentioned the convict as husband.

In a special room.

Jasmine sat down, following Bryan who was sitting in front of her. They're blocked off the table distance.

No one is trying to start a conversation, just eyes that hint at longing.

Until the chief judge came in with some papers.

"Finish this mission if you want your husband free from the death penalty."

Jasmine looked at the files one by one. He nodded.

"Give me some space!"

"Hahaha, don't I imagine your love will be as complicated as this stubborn woman. You guys have 30 minutes! Lock the door!"

The chief judge put the keys to the special room and walked out. There are Bryan and Jasmine.

"There's no need to trouble you to get me out of here." Bryan began to speak up.

"Why?" Jasmine stood up to Bryan.

"Stay where you are, Jasmine!" Bryan raised his tone.

"Why don't you hug me, you don't miss me baby?" Jasmine doesn't care about Bryan's bluff. He approached Bryan and hugged him.

"You!" Bryan didn't return the hug. But to be honest he misses the stubborn woman leaning on his chest.

"You make me love you, don't blame me for trying to set you free."

Jasmine pushed Bryan's body to the corner of the wall. It is tiptoe and*******the pink lips that it yearns for.

Full forced.

Until Bryan, who could not control himself, pushed Jasmine's body forcefully.

"Why? You're tired of me, do I look old to you." Jasmine rubbed her lips filled with the saliva of the two of them.

"Read my letter, you'll understand."

Bryan snatched the key of the special room and got out of there. Leaving behind the dumbstruck Jasmine.

In the evening, Jasmine holds a white envelope.

Try to be heartened with whatever the letter says.

He read carefully, not a word he left behind. Until the word "Pregnate you" rained down sharply on a cold night.

"Had he never returned my kiss. What if you divorce it through writing like this." Jasmine pulled one corner of her lips, "So I got the Widow's label again."

Jasmine folded the letter back and kept it. Now she turns to her children's room. Hugging the small body of the heart solace.