
Doctor Lia smiled to see Mora, she had missed this patient.
"Well, it's a lot of happiness" Lia told them.
"What do you mean, Doc?" ask Wildan not understand.
Doctor Lia pointed towards the screen with an expanding smile.
"Ehh, duaaa Doc?" mora and Wildan said in shock.
"Yes sir, Miss, Miss Mora is currently pregnant with baby twins" explained Doctor Lia with a smile.
Wildan immediately kissed Mora's forehead and hand. Be happy? Don't ask me again, he's very happy with all this.
"Don't be too tired, and don't mind too much. Try to continue to feel happy" explained the doctor back.
Mora nodded his head, then he got up from his seat.
They sat down in the chair in front of Doctor Lia.
Doctor Lia then explained some of the abstinence and the others to the two of them, she also explained this and that.
*Sorry if not detailed, uthor also do not know because it has not been trusted to have a baby, please do'a yes readers🙏*
"Sir, this is a prescription vitamin for Miss" said Doctor Lia.
"Thank you very much, Doc" Mora and Wildan replied, nodding their heads.
Wildan took Mora by the hand to get out of there after saying goodbye to the Doctor, they would go straight to Aron's room.
"From now on, don't go to the company first and don't get too tired" Wildan said by peeping at Mora's head in the arms.
"Yes yes Mas, I will have Roy who is in the company" Mora replied obediently.
Until their steps stopped when they reached Aron's room. Wildan then knocks it out first before getting in there.
*tock
Tok*
"Come in" said Elisha who was already there.
Chequek.
"Eh Mora, Wildan" said Elisha with a smile.
Wildan nodded his head and they both went inside.
There were Dava, Frans, Elisha and Afnan.
Also seen Santi who was conscious, he was eating in a bribe by Afnan.
"Miss Mora" greeted Santi politely.
Mora just nodded his head, then he sat down on the chair that Wildan had provided.
"Where were you guys?" asked Afnan while storing Santi's food.
"We went to Mas Wildan's room first, then just came here" Mora replied casually.
"How are you doing, Santi?" ask Mora
"I've gotten better, Miss" replied Santi quickly.
"Miss, may I speak with you?" santa asked nervously.
Mora nodded his head in response, widening his smile at the nervous Santi.
"Miss, I know that maybe Mas Aron's mistake was fatal to you, but I beg you to forgive his mistake" Santi said sincerely.
"I've forgiven her mistake, Santi. I don't get revenge, maybe this is just a rebuke to make him more aware" Mora replied with a sincere radiance.
"Everything's gone and I'm happy with my partner now, I just hope Aron can change and be happy" Mora said.
"Thank you Miss, Aron must be very happy to hear that. His intention is that today he and I will meet you to apologize and Aron will also visit your son's grave to apologize" Santi said with a smile.
Santi nodded his head enthusiastically, he also widened his smile to those who were there.
*Drrt
Drr*
"Who's dear?" ask Wildan to Mora.
"Roy" Mora replied by showing her the phone.
Wildan nodded, gently rubbing Mora's head wrapped in a hijab.
"Hello Miss, Mr. Jana is on a rampage in front of the company" Roy said as the call was connected.
"Let it go, the company is also bankrupt" Mora replied lightly.
"Good Miss" Roy obeyed.
Tut's.
Mora then saw the vidio sent by Roy to him, there was Jana who was screaming and also forced into his company but could not at all.
"Did your Uncle do troublemaking?" ask Elisha with kepo.
"Yes, he did not accept it with his company's bankruptcy" Mora replied chuckling.
"Especially his dearest daughter who is languishing in prison" Afnan said with a small laugh.
Then the three of them chuckled amusedly together, they had only taught him a little lesson but all of it was ruined because of his own greed.
Mora and Wildan then say goodbye to go home first, because it is almost lunchtime so they will have lunch at the Restaurant.
After saying goodbye, the two of them just headed straight to the Rs courtyard to pick up the car.
When she was in the car, Mora contacted the Hulk to do all her plans to make Jana and her family shocked.
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