Hot Night, Passion With The Psychopath
Ceo Mouthed Lemes
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9 Years Later
Jasmine, who has now risen from her slump, can finally return to normal life with her son, Canva Junior Fernandez.
He wanted, to attach the name Canva to his life for life, for him there was only one name that must fill the niche of his heart that is Canva, Canva, and now the figure of Canva right – is completely replaced by the presence of Canva Junior, who has a face that is so similar to his biological father.
“Mamah,” cried Canva who had just come to the flower shop owned by Mamahnya.
Jasmine who had been focusing on counting the number of – fresh flowers, immediately turned to look at her son who had fallen apart in his school uniform.
I don't know what the son did at school, until when he came home from school must be with a very messy situation –.
“Canva, a habit yes, if you go home must be dirty school uniform like that,” said Jasmine, which makes Canva can only reply with a grin.
“Biasalah Mah, boy – lakinya papah emang should be so, will be a hero like papah,” reply Canva so relaxed, to make Jasmine directly embrace her son's body.
“Mamah,” protested, as Jasmine hugged him tightly to the point of making him so tight.
“Never dream of being like your Papah!!!! Do you understand?!!” jasmine's voice sounded so soft, that it made Canva aware of her sentence earlier it would definitely make her mother sad.
And without wanting to answer anything, Canva nodded her head softly, because she did not want to make the woman she loved so much sad.
“Good, then now go home, then take a shower and after that eat, Mamah has prepared before mamah come here, okay dear,” exclaimed Jasmine again.
“But Mah, it's still four o'clock, can it be after dinner later, Canva go see Papah?” ask him to Jasmine.
“Of course dear, the more often we visit papah, then he will know more that we love him so much,” said Jasmine again, then now his gaze turned with a bucket of white tulips.
“Baw this for Papah,” connect again, and Canva directly took the flower from the hand of his Mom.
“Canva go home first huh Mah, remember!! Mamah do not get tired – tired and at six o'clock Mamah will have to go home,” cried Canva while running away from the flower shop mamahnya.
The distance of their homes and florists is not too far, usually Canva take it on foot, or take public transportation.
Although the mamahnya flower shop is very successful now and even has two more branches, but Canva is not at all embarrassed if you have to take public transportation, because the mamahnya always say, Canva, to be successful as it is today, there are hard-earned Papah who is even willing to work as a clown at a red light for a bite of rice and their future savings.
Canva does not want the results of his labor Papah must be in foya – foyakan just like that, because there is a papah heart that must be guarded.
Visual Canva Junior Fernadez's
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“I want this fresh rose, but just want the petals alone,” baritone sounds surprise Jasmine.
With a heavy sigh, Jasmine stepped her feet up to the front of the shop door, and pointed at the CLOSED script there.
“Why can Closed?” asked the man again, when obviously – there is Jasmine the store owner there.
“Closed because it means No Open,” replied Jasmine so casually.
The man immediately scratched his head in confusion, for some reason if it was in Jasmine's presence, he felt like a fool.
“It's Chiko, you better go home, because after this I will also go home,” said Jasmine again.
Yes, that man is Chiko Watimena, the man who ten years ago helped give birth to Canva into this world.
However, I don't know what this man wants, because it just keeps coming and disrupting the lives of Jasmine and her son.
“Oh so now you have dared to expel me?” chiko asked, slightly shaking her eyes.
This time Jasmineah who had to scratch his forehead a little, because he felt that the man before him was right – really very Lebay once.
“Not to upset Chiko, but I want to go home, GO HOME, go back home, do not stay here,” replied Jasmine with so careful – heart.
“Yes I'm okay – what if expelled, but Sorry – sorry ya, instead of bringing up tapan you know for yourself if not for me yes I do not know your fate and Canva how now, yakan.”
Half-dead Jasmine held back the resentment in her heart, if she could just grab a Chili Pepper she wanted so badly to stick 100 cayenne pepper inside this man's mouth.
How can a man who said cool but his mouth lemes and even a handyman leverage – reveal rich him, until now Jasmine continues to pray that in this world enough Chiko is just a man who mouthed lemes in the guise of the CEO like him.
Visual Chiko Watimena's
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