Mr. Sargeants
Chapter 19's

POV 2'S

I waited in front of Uncle's room while calming Aunty and my Mama, in that room Uncle was talking to Jasmine, my cold cousin. At least the stiff flat woman was easier to switch her mind, Jasmine was a girl with her tempramental bad.

I heard the door of the room open.

"Za!" Jasmine called out to me, but it wasn't just me looking at her.

"Why?" ask me as I walk closer towards my flat cousin.

"Did you want to marry me?" whispered Jasmine, I who heard the question she was surprised not to play even though my heart actually flowered a little to hear it, not because I liked her but because I managed to take her heart, proof that he proposed to me right now.

"Crazy are you? You're in your right mind?" I said and put the back of my hand on Jasmine's forehead.

"What hell! Just answer it hard! So what's it going to do?!" he said and then threw my hand.

"No." I said briefly to make my cold cousin hit me, like he hit me with all his might.

"Don't joke if it wasn't for my father's request there's no way I'd want to marry someone like you" Jasmine said, making my confidence drop dramatically, from what was once the height of the Shanghai tower is now lower than the height of the new garden grass in the pruning.

"Help me." Further. Actually I want to sell a little expensive but when I see the mimic of his face that I have never seen from his face, especially in that room there was someone who meant a lot to the girl in front of me dying, sorry for the keritis. I don't want to accept his request.

Somehow papa did all that in a short time, in just 15 minutes the marital contract equipment was ready. From tomorrow it seems like I should also have a personal assistant like papa. 15 minutes seems like a century for Uncle, his face looks very pale, his face looks very pale, paler than two days ago where Jasmine and I flew to Indonesia.

"Za where are you going?!" jasmine exclaimed as I turned around wanting to get out of the room full of medical devices.

"I'm not ready for Mine yet."

"Here come, count and learn to say kabul ijab later." Jasmine pulled my hand. I who felt something strange about Jasmine's words immediately pulled my hand.

"So you mean I'll get married again later?" I stopped suddenly and everyone was staring at us.

After twice practicing I established myself to marry people's children. Uncle's voice saying Ijab sounded very weak, it seemed as if with all his might he took out that sentence.

"Huh?" ask the questioner and answered simultaneously by everyone in this room.

"Alhamdulillah..." When you want to say a prayer,

"Dad!" jasmine screeched upon realizing that Uncle had left because his hand was being held by his father, a little strange indeed if people born and raised in Germany call both parents with the name father mother.

The guardian continued his prayer while Jasmine cried hysterically, Uncle once told me, if Jasmine is his heartbeat while the Uncle is like a pulse for Jasmine.

After the ruler ended his prayer, Aunty fell unconscious. The doctor who was ready to standby there immediately checked Uncle's heartbeat and pulse, when he saw the doctor shook his reflexes I hugged Jasmine's body tightly. It seems that after she stayed with me I saw various expressions from her.

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Jasmine sat pensively in her room, her beautiful eyes unceasingly streaming tears, a heartbreaking sobbing not heard at all from her lips. His eyes stared blankly at the mirror that reflected itself that looked chaotic.

The sound of the bedroom door opening, the narcissistic cousin who is now his life companion enters the room. Wearing a black shirt with trousers that are in the same color as his clothes. Slowly step out and sit on the bed right in front of Jasmine. The man gently rubbed the backs of Jasmine's hands on the woman's lap while smiling gently.

"At least he didn't suffer there, enough was already his pain. You know your dad's operation when you graduated S1? The illness didn't heal completely and after a week you're in Indonesia it's a peak where your father's pain really can't be ignored." Reza tried to explain the condition of Jasmine's father who was currently gone and left only memories.

"And you know all that... Then why are you hiding it from me? Why?!" jasmine cried out in the end her sentence.

"So that's when you look frustrated?" jasmine said and was nodded by Reza.

"I'm disappointed in you Za...."

"If you knew that, would you leave your father's side? You're always cold and flat to everyone, but not to your possessive father.

"So you're saying I'm going to hinder dad's healing process? Is that what you mean?" cut Jasmine.

"It's not... Ah, the point is, your father is happy there. He has caught up with your little sister Mine, they have regrouped." Reza stroked Jasmine's head. Jasmine gently touched Reza's hand which stroked her hair, then threw it violently with sharp eyes staring at Reza.

"Where are you going?" jasmine asked as Reza got up from her seat.

"Come?" reza asked and Jasmine quickly shook her head.

"Yes." said Reza then turned his back to move from his position.

"Where are you going?!" jasmine said because her question had not been answered by Reza.

"I want to take a Mine bath! You wanna come with? Didn't you?" tanya Reza made Jasmine's face flushed.

"That's my towel!" jasmine said as she saw Reza's waist wrapped around her towel.

"You're so stingy, it's just a towel. I want to buy the factory, too. Don't you have a bathrobe for men? Or a bigger robe?" tanya Reza looked at the contents of Jasmine's wardrobe.

"Well, why don't I keep that. Wait a minute" said Jasmine and went outside her room.

15 Minutes later...

"Where have you been? I'm gonna freeze to death here." Reza said but Jasmine did not pay much attention to him and threw him a white bathrobe for the man who was now legally her husband in the eyes of religion.

To be continued.