LOVE YASMIN
Hospital

Marcell was quite surprised when he got out of the elevator to find Yasmin who was already sitting sweetly in her study, the woman seemed to focus on staring at the computer screen and her fingers danced beautifully on the kayboard. Every now and then the woman saw the sheet of paper next to her computer.

Her ayu face, looks even sweeter when she is seriously working. The scented aura also seemed calm and dignified, there were no angry or overcast strokes. Yasmin looks like always, beautiful, attractive, smart, elegant, mature, and graceful.

"Yes" call Marcell now in front of his desk.

"Good morning Mr. Regan" said Yasmin, rising from her seat and bowing her head in greeting her Master.

"Can I go to my room?"

"Sure Mr" Yasmin smiled amiably, completely like nothing had ever happened between the two.

"All right, come on" Marcell said.

"Sit down Yas" Marcell invited Yasmin to sit on the sofa next to him.

"What's wrong?" ask Yasmin.

"I'm really sorry about Yas last night, I didn't mean to yell at you" Marcell grabbed Yasmin's hand and grabbed her.

"I know that, and you don't have to apologize, because you're innocent" Yasmin said.

"have you forgiven me?"

"What am I supposed to forgive if you're innocent?" Yasmin smiled.

"But I've been yelling at you accidentally" Marcell said.

"Well, I forgive you, are you satisfied?" Marcell smiled at Yasmin.

"Yas there's something I want to say" hesitated Marcell.

"What?" Marcell looked agitated, scratching his non-itchy nape.

"Tell me frankly, no need to hesitate" Yasmin did not want to be angry again with Marcell, Yasmin wanted to establish a good relationship with Marcell.

"Yes..." Marcell hung up his words.

"What's wrong? you want a girlfriend? or are you getting married?" guess Yasmin.

"Anyhow did you know?" wonder Marcell.

"I'm a smart, smart woman if you forget" Yasmin snide. "So which one are you?" Yasmin let go of Marcell's hand.

"Mama wants me to get engaged to Laura"

Degs.....

marcell's statement was like a stone that hit Yasmin's chest, although Yasmin had previously predicted it, but still Marcell's statement stifled the chest.

"Then" Yasmin was as strong as her self-control.

"Are you going to be mad at me Yas?"

"You want me to be mad at you?"

"Not really"

"So? do you give me the right to be mad at you?"

"Yes, I didn't mean to.."

"I know Cell, you didn't mean to hurt me. Do you like Laura?"

"Everybody would love it" Marcell answered universally.

"And that man includes you?"

"I'm a normal guy Yas"

"Yahhh of course you're a normal guy, because I've proven your normalcy"

"Are you going to be mad at me if I'm engaged to Laura? you're not leaving me, are you?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't want to part with you Yas"

"I also don't want to part with you, let alone leave you just because you're engaged, it's not easy for me to do because I'm already addicted to your mighty junior" Yasmin rubbed pa ha Marcell.

"You're serious about what you say, right?" Marcell made sure that Yasmin would not leave his side.

"Of course" Yasmin Melu mat Marcell's lips.

"I love Yasmin like this" said Marcell replying to Tan Yasmin's luma, his right hand holding Yasmin's nape while his left hand climbed the smooth, springy mountains.

"Can we continue inside?" Marcell now put his head in the recess of Yasmin's neck.

"You want her?"

"Of course, you know I'm always on when I'm with you"

"All right, but I'll be out by noon"

"Where are you going?"

"To the hospital"

"You sick?"

"No"

"Why go to the hospital?"

"I have to do a medical check-up and that's my routine every 6 months" Yasmin said.

"Well, no problem, let's go to the room" Marcell held Yasmin in bridal style, carrying her in her basket for the umpteenth time.

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Yasmin came out of the doctor's office after the examination, she carried an envelope with her feeling happy, haru, sad, confused, but she remained grateful for what had happened to her.

Bruck...

Because walking with an unfocused mind, Yasmin's end bumped into someone.

"Sorry.sorry.I didn't mean it, sorry..." Yasmin picked up her bag, and the bag of the person she hit.

"Yasmin.." call the guy.

"Miss.. Mrs Helena" Yasmin raised her face and saw the only woman who had always been in Marcell's heart. "I'm sorry Miss Helena, I didn't mean it" Yasmin lowered her head.

"It's okay, what are you doing here"

"I just went through the medical check-up" Mrs Yasmin said.

"You sick?"

"No Madam, it's my routine every 6 months" he explained.

"So, it's great if you're aware of the importance of health" Mama Helena stroked Yasmin's shoulders, and that simple thing moved Yasmin, somehow the last time her parents stroked her. Without tears coming.

"What's up Yas? why are you crying?" Mama Helena realizes Yasmin's tears.

"This is because I was moved by someone stroking my shoulder" Yasmin honestly tried to tear her tears.

"Owh..are you not busy?"

"I've asked Mr. Regan for permission to leave the office after lunch, so I don't have to go back to Mrs' office"

"What if we go to the cafeteria? I want to talk to you" asked Mama Helena.

"Good Mistress " agrees Yasmin.

"Call aunty only"

"But..."

"I don't accept rejection" Mama Helena stared intently at Yasmin.

"B.. well aunty" nervous Yasmin and made Mama Helena laugh, then embrace Yasmin towards the cafeteria.

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"Where are your parents Yas?" Mama Helena wants to get to know Yasmin closer, actually Mama Helena really likes Yasmin but unfortunately her son is not in a relationship with Yasmin. Without Mama Helena knowing if the relationship between Yasmin and her son is like a husband-wife relationship. Mama Helena watched over Marcell.

"Father is still in this town aunty, but I never visited her" replied Yasmin.

"Why? then your mother?"

"Father and mother divorced when I was 13 years old, and from then on I didn't know where my mother was, because she gave me up under my father's care"

"Why is that? usually a mother will fight for custody of her child, especially when you are a minor" wonder Mama Helena.

"Mother is too hurt with dad, so mom doesn't want to live with me" Yasmin smiled scarredly in memory of her mother.

"What did your father do to make your mother hurt that much?"

"Because my father remarried to the woman of his choice to have two children who were none other than my sisters"

"Sorry, if aunty opens your old wounds Yas" Mama Helena clasps Yasmin's hands together.

"There is no aunty, in tell or not the wound and the pain remain the same"

"Then why don't you stay with your father?"

"I this is the real proof of father's guilt, aunty. So I know enough myself not to disturb Dad's dream life together with the woman he loves"

"Aunty is sure, you don't want to be in a position like this Yas" Mama Helena was touched to hear Yasmin's story.

"Of course, but it's all my destiny line"

"So you've never met your mother?"

"Even I don't know where mom is"

"You can call aunty Mama Yas. You know for yourself that Marcell is the only child of aunty"

"No aunty, if Yasmin calls aunty Mama, then Mr. Regan's wife will misunderstand" Yasmin smiled.

The two talked for quite a while. Mama Helena tells how Marcell was a baby, toddler, toddler, until adolescence. Yasmin also told of Marcell's bad habits while on a business trip or when Marcell always relied on him.

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TBC 🌺