Apparently, my best friend My in-laws

Chapter 8

“Choose what you want!” sherin said as she watched Quinsha watch the rows of luxury cars parked in the hospital courtyard. Maybe he thought that his friend was admiring one of the cars there.

Quinsha did not respond to Sherin's remarks. The beautiful girl still did not divert the attention of both eyes from her focal point. Even a moment later, Quinsha paused, as her net caught a single figure there. At the end of his gaze.

“What's up, Sha?” sherin asked in surprise, looking at the gaze of Quinsha, who seemed to be the gaze of one who got the prey.

“Follow me, Sherin!” Not answering, though,

Quinsha immediately pulled Sherin's hand and carried her in a hurry.

“Where are you, Sha?”

“Cute only!” the word Quinsha is indisputable.

The two girls approached two charming handsome men standing next to a black lexus, who were telephonizing. Beside the young man, stood a handsome man as well, whose hands were busy with flat screens in hand. Two people who are both busy with their own world, do not realize that there are two angels approaching.

“Assalamualaikum.” Greetings from Quinsha, managed to divert the attention of the two men who were busy themselves, they both turned to two beautiful hijab that was still in front of them.

“Mr Damaresh William!?” Quinsha impatiently asked questions to be more sure, even though his greeting was still not answered perfectly by the two.

“ yes,” sahut handsome man was short, even immediately disconnected his gaze in an instant, different from Kaivan—sahabat as well as executive assistant Damares—ia looked at the two hijab women with a look.

“Still remember us?” still Quinsha asked, because Sherin chose to remain silent.

“No,” replied Damaresh briefly. Brief and flat, this expression made Sherin poke Quinsha's arm, signaling a warning.

“I am Quinsha Daneen, and this is Sherin Mumtaza, his wife Mr. Alarick William,”. The last name called by Quinsha, Alarick William, managed to make Damaresh give a focused look at the two hijab girls.

“We have met in the pesantren, Darul Falah some time ago, we are friends2nya Aura Aneshka,” Sherin chimpanzee with more polite language. To help the interlocutor get a memory of their encounter a moment ago.

“Iya, we are his best friend Aura, ex-wife, you,” Quinsha said in a sharp tone. Hearing this, Damaresh appeared unhappy.

“Wife, not ex-wife,” errs guy fast.

“Oya, so Aura is still a wife? Then why, you who are still Aura's husband, are even engaged to another woman? And even announced it in front of the media?” Quinsha's innuendo-styled questions were raised with sharp glances.

Damaresh who can read the situation—if the news about him with Naila Anggara has spread—tak give an answer he just stared at one of his wife's friends who are now talking to him with enthusiasm fiery.

“You don't know what happened to Aura when you saw the news? She was in shock, she passed out and had to be admitted to this hospital now,” explained Quinsha again fixed with a sharp tone, which immediately got a reprimand from Sheriin.

The calm and relaxed expression that Damaresh had shown from the beginning, had now been displaced, having heard Quinsha's words now. It never occurred to him that Aura would be in this city. “So, he's here?”

Kaivan, who was originally just a listener to the talk of the boss, also took a close look, even immediately put the phone into his pocket.

“Ya.” Quinsha's sahut is short.

“Where is he treated?” ask Damaresh quickly. His desire immediately peaked to be able to meet with Aura immediately.

“For what, you know? To ask him to congratulate?” quinsha. Damaresh was silent, for him not to resist the sharp words of Quinsha who was expressing anger at Damaresh, on behalf of Aura. The man repeated his question immediately.

“Where is he treated?”

“On the 3rd floor, orchid room.” Sherin who took over gave an answer. “Let's follow us! We will also be there,” take the woman again.

In the nursery room of the 3rd floor orchid in question. Lukman sat alone beside the hospital bed with a look not separated from the pale face of the princess who closed tightly. Many times Lukman grabbed Aura's hand and rubbed it and ended with a heavy sigh. From last night his gaze seemed reluctant to turn from the single princess, with an array of prayers and hopes for the return of Aura Aneshka to the lap.

The door opened from the outside, but no one immediately entered the room. Making Lukman turn his head to see who's coming. Lukman's pair of old eyes became dumbstruck at the sight of a handsome man standing in the middle of the open door of space, with his gaze completely directed at Aura.