LOVE YASMIN
Anne House Gallery
Albert takes Yasmin and his wife to the boutique Anne House Gallery, while Richard takes a walk with Johan. Mama Helena and Marcell have also reached the location of the boutique, Aiden did not participate, the child prefers to come to the office with Opa Robert. Aiden says he wants to be a successful young entrepreneur like his Opa.
"Daddy want to go or come inside?" ask Yasmin.
"It looks like Daddy has to come inside" Albert glanced at Marcell.
"Somebody has to take care of you, right?" albert's Insincer to Marcell.
"I agree with you Mr. Tholense" said Mama Helena.
"What's going on inside so Yasmin has to be taken care of, like there's a ghost" said Marcell, who lost her chance to be alone with Yasmin.
"Even more sinister than a ghost" said Mama Helena holding Yasmin's hand into the boutique.
"Ckk.." decak Marcell was upset following the steps of his future wife.
Yasmin began trying out various types of wedding dresses by Mama Helena, but none of the dresses escaped Marcell's judgment. There was too much openness, there was too much prominence in this part of it, and there were many more to Yasmin's annoyance towards Marcell.
"If Mama's choice doesn't get away with you, this time I'll choose my own. If you don't agree too, we cancel this wedding" Yasmin threatened Marcell, because seven dresses had been rejected by Marcell.
"Auntie I want this one" Yasmin told the boutique owner.
"You sure?" because the dress that Yasmin pointed out was a simple dress even though it looked elegant, it seemed less Wahh if it was worn by Regananta's son-in-law.
"Yes I like, it's simple and elegant, not too crowded and striking" Yasmin said in a simple square neck wedding dress with white floral cutout veil.
"Mama doesn't mind, does she?" Yasmin asked her future father-in-law.
"No dear, whatever is important you like and comfortable wearing it" resigned Mama Helena, after all the dress looks very elegant.
"Do you agree or not?" Yasmin looked at Marcell sharply.
"Not too bad, I agree" according to Marcell's dress choice Yasmin was very fitting as she wished, Yasmin's shoulders and chest were not too open if wearing the dress.
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Half done fitting, they will see the catering menu for the party later. All seemed happy except for Marcell who was frowning because Yasmin chose to join hands with Daddy Albert.
"What if I use one car?" albert's idea is to wipe Yasmin's long hair.
"True, we can talk more freely" said Marrisa.
"No problem, doesn't it Cell?" Mama Helena glanced at her son.
"Hem" said Marcell.
"You're driving" Albert handed Marcell his car keys, as he breezed away, hugging Yasmin and laughing occasionally, If people don't know, he said, then they'll think Yasmin and Albert are father and son.
"Even Yasmin was much closer to father" Bramantyo muttered from inside the car, wanting to see her daughter even from a distance. But it turns out he found something that stifled his chest.
"It used to be only on your father's pampering" Bramantyo recalled Yasmin's childhood. Yasmin did not want to be approached by other men besides her father and late grandfather. But now let alone to indulge, to talk to Yasmin alone Bramantyo trouble.
"It seems I know the car" muttered Marcell looking at Bramantyo's car from the rearview mirror.
"Whose car?" ask Albert who is sitting next to the wheel.
"I forgot" said Marcell driving his car.
Yasmin was silent all the way, not that she was not tagged with her father's car. Of course Yasmin really knows the car, because a few years ago he hoped that the car driven by his father came to him, but all was only hope, but all hope, because the car never stops for her.
"What's the matter, baby?" Marrisa saw the look of change on her daughter's face.
"There's nothing Ma'am" Yasmin said.
"Are you exhausted?" this time, Mama Helena asked.
"Yes, it seems so Mam" replied Yasmin, but not with Marcell, he understood very well what his future wife felt.
"You want to go somewhere?" tawar Marcell's.
"Of course we don't mind dear" said Mama Helena did not want her future daughter-in-law to be sick.
"We took Yasmin to Cell's house" ordered Mama Helena.
Upon arriving at the modest house, Marcell had to give his three parents a hand to accompany Yasmin. Of course it's not easy, but what Marcell said is true if Yasmin needs someone to accompany her. Albert therefore reluctantly allowed Marcell to accompany Yasmin in her mansion.
"You don't mess with Cell" threatened Mama Helena.
"Marcell will only be one kind of Mam" said Marcell waltzing into the house.
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"What are you thinking?" marcell's buriton voice surprised Yasmin who was inside her room.
"You? how did it get in?" baffled Yasmin sees Marcell in the doorway of her room.
"It doesn't matter, now answer me. What are you thinking?" Marcell touched Yasmin's chin.
"I wasn't thinking about anything" Yasmin let go of Marcell's hand.
"You sure?"
"What should I think about?"
"Maybe it's your father" said Marcell to the point.
"I'm..."
"You have to go see him, right?" Marcell pulled Yasmin in his arms.
"What are you afraid of?"
"You have me, Aiden, Mama, Papa, Mom, and Daddy. We all love you" Marcell assures Yasmin, though she doesn't know what his future wife is thinking.
"You're not leaving me? you're not gonna throw...."
"Dumb question, of course I'll never leave you. I've felt a life without you and lost you, where maybe I'll give you away again.it'll never happen, even to step foot out of my door, I won't let you" marcell said ending with luma Tan on Yasmin's beautiful lips.
"You stole the chance" Yasmin hit Marcell's chest.
"Honey, this is normal. I miss you so much" Marcell returned Melu mat Yasmin's lips and this time she held back Yasmin's nape so that she wouldn't turn him down.
"Stop Marcell, we won't hmmmppttttt..." Marcell did not give Yasmin a chance to speak and refused.
"I told you, if it's in the room, then all that happens is my will" Marcell said, starting to lead Yasmin to the bed. And of course, the heat struggle was not able to avoid Yasmin, even himself who seemed to want a touch more Marcell. Yasmin was really upset about the reaction of her body, which was so addicted to what Marcell was doing.
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Sorry for the readers, Mameeethor rarely update, because the son and husband of Mameeethor is sick, and now Mameeethor also fallðŸ˜
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