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Jasmine is back

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Time showed at eight in the morning as he passed through the room of the luxury hotel room earlier.it meant they were already in the hotel restaurant at this time. he rushed out of the elevator to the restaurant and looked for his team to help.

he immediately met one of his team who was now busy chatting.he poked the shoulder of one of them.

"Retha. mr. Satria". summoned her inwardly with her neutrals that began to crystallize.

while the summoned ones looked astonished at what they were going through, the two of them just stared silently at this woman before him.

"Retha. mr. Satria. I lost everything. can you please buy me another plane ticket for the current schedule.I have to hunt.

"please.my wallet and phone are gone. don't know where and don't know who took it.

"satria Pak. Retha. please". he said with a plea while clenching his palms.

while the two stared at each other in wonder and looked back at this woman with a thousand questions.

"Retha. my mother is Retha. mama". she said through her fingers with a clear water droplet that now fell on her cheek.

while Retha who just realized the personality who invited her to speak at this moment immediately also widened her eyelids as she knew if the woman who lived as Midea Hasxander who is now without her eyes realize by himself as well as everyone that he has returned to his former memories.

"Jasmine". the pekikinya slowly with the net which also began to fill with clear circles.

"Jasmine??!"muttered Satria astonished when the wife shrieked slowly to mention the name of the student and also the friend of his wife.

"Jasmine". cried Retha back with a cry as she got up from her seat.

then Retha sat down beside this beautiful woman and hugged her lost best friend all along.

"thank God Jasmine is back".

he murmured in his weeping.

then he let go of his embrace as the beautiful woman began to feel uneasy.

"Retha. mr. Satria please. I want to go home now. for now I can not explain anything. but I beg please please.

"iya ..iya..we will both help you. you. you are calm yes?".said Retha.

then the two try to contact Aunt Alma and Justin. while Midea, now unknowingly, had become her own self before the accident six years ago, tries to persuade Retha and Satria to book a ticket for her now. he can't wait to get home soon.

Satria who continued to be urged by her student was finally following what Jasmine asked for.

"alright. I will book the ticket back". said Satria who was forced to follow the way of his student's mind.

"bang". Retha reprimands when she sees Satria opening an online ticket booking application on her mobile phone.

Satria just smiled a little while nodding his head slowly, then soon Alma and Justin came to the hotel restaurant.

"Midea". call Justin to his wife.

"De Jasmine". strangled Alma as she approached her adopted daughter.

while the woman called by her two stared confusedly at her both.one side she wondered why her Aunt Almanya could be here. it was not last night Aunt Alma herself who told me that her mother was critical at this time.

he approached Alma and touched her cheek and stroked her cheek slowly, which began to decline slightly in her confusion.

"Tante why is it here??". he asked in wonder through his fingers.

"o Allah.your memory is back, son?".he said slowly while reaching for and grasping the fingers that used to be used by Jasmiine when her daughter was communicating with others.

"isn't mama critical anymore?". she asked again when Alma did not answer her question earlier.

Alma looked down silently because she was confused to answer what would be the question from her adopted daughter.

"Midea". Call Justin who tries to calm his wife.

but Dea did not respond because she felt she did not recognize this man.

"Tante". call Dea while shaking Alma's shoulder.

"Midea". rebuked Justin while taking his wife's hand to stop his actions on the middle-aged woman.

but Jasmine immediately brushed him off. he did not care about his actions.Its important he had to get the answer of every question thrown for his tant.

"Midea. quite dear. pity Aunt Alma'. rebuked Justin as he could not stand the actions of his wife.

"what the hell!!. and who are you?!". he said, dismissing Justin rudely.

at once he realized something had changed for him.

"my voice". he murmured in the heart as he touched his neck.

"my voice is back???". he murmured who began in Liputi feeling happy.

while Justin began to feel anxious when he saw the change in his attitude Midea who seemed to not recognize him.

"Aunties. Retha. mr. Satria. My voice is back". he said happily while smiling widely.

"i can talk again". he said happily.

"mama.mama.". he said.

"i have to tell you right now.mama must be happy that her daughter can talk.

" Aunty. Auntie let's go home. Aunty here would have picked me up, right??. let's go home now". invite her while pulling Alma's arm.

while Alma increasingly lowered her head silently with her neutrals that began to crystallize.One side she felt happy if her adopted daughter had got her memory back. but one side again he is afraid if Jasmine does not forget her son.Setha and Satria experience the same feelings as Alma, including Justin.

"Tante ayok?!". take her back half-forcibly.

"Jasmine". call Alma who can't help but cry.

it feels heavy to tell this to a child who still thinks his mother is still there, but what if Jasmine continues to think her mother is still alive will be even heavier the child lives his life. if he were to tell his life story now, at least Jasmine would have Dean, his own biological son.

"just like your mama..."

"Tante". reprimanded Retha while shaking her head slowly.

Alma looked at Retha astonished so did Satria who smiled small and also shook her head slowly.

"why?". he asked without making the slightest sound so as not to be heard by his adopted daughter.

justin is just as good as Alma.

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