Beautiful Doctor, Marry Me!

Chapter 62 Romantic

The cold temperatures in the city of Paris this afternoon did not make Shaka and Syakilla undo their intention to hunt for photos in the park around the Eiffel Tower.

They are prepared, wear the most stylish clothes they carry and that definitely looks compact because it has the same color.

Do not forget they prepare combat tools such as cameras and tripods that might be useful if the newlywed couple does not want to become an impromptu photographer.

Very different from a newlywed couple who are still reluctant to leave the bed and blanket. Both of them were still sleeping due to the heat battle that somehow to how many times had just finished.

"Your phone sounds, Bang!" chiara said she told him that the ringtone on Caraka's phone rang.

"Let's go!" Caraka hugged Chiara and closed her eyes again.

"The other is also the Duo S." answered Caraka lazily.

"Bang, sound again!" Chiara shook Caraka's unmoved shoulder.

"Wildamah! Who told you to disturb people to sleep!"

Meanwhile, outside their room. "Not lifted, dear!" syakilla told Shaka as she tried to contact her brother Caraka.

"Try again." Shaka's orders are standing in front of the door of Syakilla's room while holding a backpack containing photo tools.

"Still not lifted!" Syakilla tried several times. But still the same. There's no answer yet.

"This is what he said he wanted to take care of me?" Shakilla muttered annoyedly.

Shaka laughs. "In Jakarta he remembers, in Paris he suddenly lost his memory, dear!"

Syakilla. "That's really. Before leaving, hard-ass cannot this, that, must be this way, must be so. Uh, it's right here, it's sticking!" Syakilla taunted Caraka.

Shaka and Syakilla compactly laugh at the person who deliberately does not answer his call.

"We go alone?" ask Shaka.

Syakilla. "If you have to be with them, we might not be able to walk there and here."

"Yes, just a photo of the Eiffel Tower from the hotel window."

Syakilla takes Shaka's hand and the two leave without Chiara and Caraka.

They arrived at the park around the tower which became an icon of the French state. Several times Shaka took candid portraits of Syakilla.

"So, I want to bring our children to this country..." Syakilla sat on the grass and looked up at the top of the tower.

"May we have many children" Shaka continued, laughing.

The man sat next to Syakilla and took selfies from all sides, front back, right and left to show off in a family chat group.

Syakilla laughs. "You're the one who cheated! I don't want too much."

Shaka chuckles. "If I could, I'd do it!"

"Unfortunately, we were created so perfect to complement each other."

"the money. I'm the one looking, you're the one who finished" Shaka said, laughing.

"Home. I wake up, it's you who set it up."

"Child. I made you the one who is worried."

"Really, God never gives a partner wrong!"

Syakilla pinched Shaka's nose. "You really arranged our cooperation!"

"Pastill. We are partners in all situations" Shaka said confidently.

"Include partner in crime!" sambar Syakilla's.

"Stuck Daffin and Sabella." Shaka. Then the two laughed together when they remembered the incident, where Syakilla's legs instead cramped when they were about to leave the place.

"A great fight indeed!" syakilla.

"Yes... We fight, even others!" shaka continued and they laughed again.

The point is that thanks to them Caraka can finally be with Chiara now, even though the trials Caraka faces are much heavier.

"Now they are united."

"And we shall also be united in the same bond." Shaka looked serious.

Shaka immediately set the tripod to support the camera that he will set the timer.

"Tube, dong!" Chiara ran away from a distance and hugged Syakilla as her pose.

"Well, Kang the photo finally came too!" Shaka said that he did not attach the camera to the tripod.

He gives the camera to a fresh-looking Caraka with her wet hair.

"Saucer, Shak!" Caraka's reason for not being an impromptu photographer.

"Raclut? Most of the time!" Shaka Syndir. He put the origin of the camera in his hand to the chest of Caraka who was immediately captured with both hands of the man.

"Cold gini, shampooing continues!" Shaka is not done with his satire.

Caraka's picking lips. "It won't be like this!"

"Entar it's your turn, shampoo with snow!" Caraka laughs. Because in a month, when Shaka gets married, the city of Paris will be covered in snow.

Shaka grinned. "Next month, not Paris."

"But! Hurry along!" Chiara's orders because Shaka and Caraka were chatting together instead.

"Who wants to prewedding us, Chi. You move aside first dong!" Shaka asks Chiara to stay away from Syakilla.

"But spy!" Chiara pretended to sulk.

Caraka remains an impromptu photographer. The result is no less good than the results of shots of reliable photographers.

A few days in Paris they spent having fun. Go to some places and do not forget to hunt souvenirs.

Their last night in Paris. The four decided to have dinner in front of the window of Syakilla's hotel room.

They could see the glittering lights adorning the Eiffel Tower. Let's just say they're double date.

"Hopefully, we can come back one day." That's Syakilla's hope.

"Together with the children and if we can take papa's mama and all the big families!" continued.

He really cannot move on from the beauty of this city. He even felt very lucky to be able to set foot here.

"A lot of mourning, Shak! Your imaginary wife is too high!" Caraka laughed a little.

"We'll be here, maybe at our 5th or 10th wedding anniversary" Shaka said, agreeing with Syakilla's wishes.

"I don't promise, but I'll work on it" Shaka continued to make Syakilla melt.

"I'm melting coz of you!" Syakilla cupped Shaka's cheek.

"Thank you!" Reply Shaka. "I will always try to make you happy, Shay!"

"Our fate is like a martabak, dear!" said Caraka who was sitting with both hands back supporting her body. He spoke to Chiara who was currently laying her head on her shoulder and hands hugging her stomach.

"Special but it's still in the nuts!" Caraka's quip on Syakilla and Shaka who are busy praising each other as if the world belongs to just the two of them.

Chiara laughs. "That's why you're gombalin I'm dong too!" her door.

Caraka changed her position. He grabbed Chiara's shoulder with one hand.

"I can't!" caraka said seriously.

"But, when it comes to keeping love, I'm the expert."

Chiara frowned waiting for Caraka's explanation. The man looked at her with anxiety.

"Loh, right?"

"From your Junior High School, High School, college, internship, I keep getting rejected."

"But look! My love isn't fading, it's getting bigger."

Chiara hugged Caraka tightly. "Thank you for that endless patience. And thank you for your incredible love." Chiara peeped Caraka's cheek.

And all of those events did not escape the eyes of the lovers who are a month away from halal.

"Please think we can only see but can not practice dong!" Syndir Shaka with a loud voice made them all laugh together.

The last night in Paris becomes a romantic night for Caraka and Chiara, but instead becomes a night for Shaka who intends to keep Syakilla until they are legally married.