MY SWEET BABYSITTERS
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After dinner, Ricko and his two children and Jasmine return to the hotel. Arriving at the hotel the twins immediately lay themselves on the bed because of the satiety.

“Kids, change first,” Jasmin told Rayan and Raisa who were compact closed.

“Leave it alone, Jas,” scolds Ricko to Jasmine who already holds two child nightgowns in both hands.

Jasmine obeys Ricko's orders, letting her two foster children sleep without changing clothes first. Then he put back the two nightgowns he held into the suitcase.

“You also have to rest,” said Ricko while sitting on the sofa.

“Where should I rest? If you sit on that couch?” jasmine asked Ricko who was peeking at the screen of his phone with the logo of an apple in the bite of a mouse.

Ricko put his phone on the table, then he looked up, staring at Jasmine flatly.

“Didn't you see that big, wide bed?” Ricko pointed at the bed in the room with the end of his chin.

“I saw it, Sir. But, you previously said that I should sleep on the sofa?” jasmine replied as well as asked the annoying boss.

“When did I say it?!” Ricko pretended to forget his memories, then he threw himself on the sofa he was sitting on.

“Pak!” jasmine exclaimed at the man who had already laid down on the sofa while cross-cutting on the chest.

“Shut! And sleep on the bed, Mine!” ricko replied in an annoyed tone.

Mine?

Did Jasmine not hear wrong?

Really Ricko called it ‘Mine’ which means ‘miku’.

“Don't Ge-Er! I just called your last name!” ketus Ricko turned his head and looked at Jasmine who was standing not far from him.

What exactly did he expect? He had always been quite self-aware and limited his heart so as not to baper with every action Ricko directed at him.

Jasmine immediately retreated her steps, headed for the bed and laid down beside her two sleeping foster children.

Ricko let out a rough sigh, while staring at Jasmine's back which looked up and down regularly. Inwardly, he cursed himself, as he would mess up every moment as he would tell Jasmine his feelings. All because of his arrogant attitude and prestige that had made him a very arrogant and selfish man.

“When can I tell my feelings to him?” Ricko muttered confusedly, because he had never felt in love or told a woman love.

“Do I have to hire a private Jet and Burj Kalifa to tell him how I feel?” ricko muttered again and more confused.

Not long after he dissolved in all his thoughts, and subconsciously, now he closed his eyes and fell asleep in his sleep.

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In the hotel room it was quiet, only the sound of the clock ticking became melodic in the silence of the night. Jasmine let out a rough sigh, while putting away something coiled in her stomach. Jasmine clenched her throat, then opened her two eyes as the thing on her stomach grew ever more tightly coiled. And how surprised he was as he lowered his head, staring at the burly hands hugging him from behind.

Jasmine grimaced, then immediately sat herself down and looked at the perpetrator who had hugged her without permission.

“She thought, I'm a cheap woman what?!” jasmine then pushes Ricko to the floor.

THUMPED UP!!

“AWW!!”

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When's your captain, Ricko?! 🤣🤣🤣🙈