CLBK (Long Love Hasn't Been Long)

The Helper

"Tolooong....!!! Tolooo.....!!!" Finally Nindi shouted also for help because the four begal had started to strip her clothes.

Nindi continues to thrash. He doesn't remember being tired. He kept shouting, thrashing and kicking.

The begal was difficult to undress Nindi because Nindi wore a thick jacket and tight jeans that she herself was difficult to remove if changed clothes😅😀

"The female's dial.. His power is not abis-abis." Said one of the begal who was holding both of Nindi's legs.

One of the others was about to make fun of Nindi. Nindi kept putting her face. She's disgusted... So disgusted...

Begal was off guard, his ear was bitten by Nindi. She screamed and slapped Nindi in the face.

"Aaaccckk...!Tolooong...!" Nindi screamed again.

Suddenly a leg kicked the body of the begal.

Those who had no preparation immediately fell.

The helper punched the begal. The four of them got up.

The freed Nindi immediately stood up. There was pain in his body. But Nindi didn't want to feel it.

Nindi was looking for wood or anything to hit the begals and help the helper.

Nindi found a piece of wood lying down. And Nindi blindly beat the begals.

Just contact them disperse and go straight into the car.

Nindi tried to catch up but the begal had first got into the car and immediately hit the gas.

Nindi's breath was piqued. Nindi looked at her helper who had been hit by a raw bogem from one of the begal.

"Are you okay?" Nindi asked the helper.

The helper smiled. "You're so badly hurt, you're still worried about other people." Said.

Nindi smiles. "Maybe the doctor's conscience calls." Nindi.

"Oohhhhhhhhhhh... So you're a Doctor?" Ask.

Nindi nodded. Nindi rubbed her body, there was pain.

"You're okay, right? Did they touch you?" Said the helper.

Nindi. Nindi felt her body crumpled because she was not aware of the revolution.

"Are you going to work or are you going home?" Said the helper.

"I'm just going to the Hospital, but suddenly I'm being stopped by all those scammers." Nindi said slowly. Nindi did not shed tears.

"Thank you, you helped me. If you don't arrive on time, I don't know my fate...." Nindi.

"Yes Allah.. Alhamdulilla... You sent me a helper." Inner Nindi looked up.

"You're a very brave woman. No panic in the face of such a problem." Praise the helper.

"So now you want to go to the hospital or go home? Let me take you." Ask the helper.

"Oh yeah.. Familiarize... My name is Marcel." He introduced himself.

Nindi already knew the name of her helper, because her face was familiar. He is an up-and-coming action actor and Nindi likes him for his role.

"I already know. My name is Nindi." Nindi smiles.

"I'll just go to the hospital, if I go home, Mom and Family will freak out." Nindi.

"All right then." He called someone whose position was not far from him. "Gw sharelok ya." He said he turned off his phone immediately. Send location to the person contacted.

Soon a big motor came. There were two men who were shaking hands.

"You brought the motor, Doctor. Let Him take me to the Hospital." Marcel.

"Ok Boss..." Said one of them.

"Thank you, sorry for the trouble." Nindi. Nindi picked up her bag and the other items she had put on the motor.

Marcel looked at Nindi who was limping his way. "Why your legs?"

"So I stumbled over the escape from the scum." Nindi.

"Oohh.... Let's go in." Pinta Marcel opened the car door for Nindi.

"Thank you." Nindi.

They're already in the car. Marcel drove his vehicle. Nindi took her phone out of the bag.

"Sorry I'm late, there was a problem on the road. I'll tell you when I get there." Nindi said and disconnected her phone.

"Hour 11. I left early. Heeehhhhh's... How do you know it's in trouble." Nindi sighed.

"Cock in the night not delivered her husband?" Ask Marcel again.

Nindi looked towards Marcel. "My face looks old, huh?" Nindi chuckles.

"Not really... Just ask. I'm afraid someone will misunderstand." Marcel chuckles.

"I don't have a husband yet." Nindi. He recalls his girlfriend Marcel.

"Kok sad? What was? Did someone say something offended you?" Ask Marcel carefully.

"There's nothing. Only this. new pain his body. Hehehe..." Nindi tried to cover up.

"You'd better get sorted, let her feel good." Marcel Pinta.

"Later in the hospital I'll treat my wounds first. Tomorrow when I'm home, I'll call a masseuse." Nindi said smiling.

"I'll treat your wounds later." Said Nindi who pointed at Marcel's temple and his injured lips.

"What no. Thank you." Thank you." Marcel.

They keep talking. It turned out that Marcel was very friendly not as reported in the media, Marcel was arrogant and a little jutek.

Half an hour later they arrived at the hospital parking lot.

"Come in first, let me treat your wound." Pinta Nindi's.

Marcel nodded. Marcel was comfortable knowing Nindi.

"Sir, my bike please put it there. That's my parking lot." Pinta Nindi friendly. "Thank you sir, before."

"Good Doctor." Assistant Marcel said that he was following Marcel's car to drive Nindi.

"Mom Doctor..." Call a nurse.

Nindi smiles. He handed the luggage to the nurse.

"Doctor is okay? Do you use a wheelchair?" Nurse offers Nindi.

"No need for Rin. Scuffiest. Please get me some medicine." Nindi mentioned several types of wound medicine and drugs to drink.

"Good Mom." Said Rini, the nurse who used to accompany Nindi.

Nindi invites Marcel into her room. "Please sit. Or you can also fall." Canda Nindi's.

"You are well." Marcel smiled. They are immediately familiar. Because both are easy to get along with.

Nindi rushes to treat Marcel after Rini brings her the medicines Nindi asked for.

Marcel kept looking at Nindi's face. "Why are you so rich? Can't sleep later?!" Canda Nindi's.

Marcel chuckles. "You're beautiful. Very pretty." Praise Marcel.

Nindi poked her lips.

"But I'm confused. Beautiful lady, Doctor again, but why doesn't anyone like you?" Marcel asked inquisitively.

"Not met his soul mate." Nindi said lightly. "Now it's done. Your wounds I've been treating." Nindi said with a smile.

"A fast. I wish I could stay with you for a long time." Marcel Canda.

Nindi smiles. "Next time we meet again." Nindi.

"Can I have your phone number?" Marcel Pinta.

Nindi nodded. Marcel gave me his phone. Nindi typed her backpack number.

"What time do you come home?" Ask Marcel. "I'll pick ya up."

"Are you not shooting?" Ask Nindi.

"Tomorrow I'm off. So I can get close to you." Marcel Goda.

"Hhuuhh....You're..." Nindi pursed her lips.

"What's wrong, right? No one has it." Marcel Canda.

"Later your boyfriend gets angry with me." Nindi.

"If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't have asked for your phone number." Marcel.

"I can't believe it. Much reporting...." Nindi hasn't finished talking.

"That's gossip." Marcel hurriedly dismissed Nindi's words.