Destiny Love Nirmala

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"Nala went home." she cried weakly as she entered the house. Everyone who was eating dinner, was surprised to find the girl in a chaotic condition with a man with an urticarial appearance also with her.

"What's wrong with you, son?" Arman held his daughter's shoulder and looked at the clothes that had been torn. He glanced towards Bara and without asking first, unleashing a single hard blow on the young man's face. Bara who was not ready to get a surprise attack, had to let his tired face hit by Arman's hand.

"Well my son, poor boy?!" Arman pulled Bara's arm and punched her back.

"Father!!" Nirmala took Arman's hand, preventing the father from acting rashly out of emotion. "Let Nala talk first, Pa!" nirmala Sentak.

"Lu belain this guy because he's your dekette, right?" sergeant Arman.

Nirmala bobbles head. "No, Pa. But Mala knows exactly, Bara's a good boy."

"Yes Pa... Bara did not say anything Nala really," he said because he did not want the father to apply outside the limits. "It's precisely Bara already lelametin Nala, from—"

"From who?" cut Arman. "Who made you this rich? Answer!!!" the clasping left everyone aghast.

"..." - ".Nala lowered her head, hiding her face as it was impossible to be frank with what happened to her tonight.

"Papa's answer, Nala!!" reset Arman. "Papa would like to give the same calculation of people who dare to be rude to you!!

Nala tapped her leg. Looking over, thinking of the right answer to give to the father. Because little he misspoke, it would be fatal as a result.

Luckily, Nirmala again voiced mediating misunderstandings that occurred between Arman and Bara. "We'll let Nala rest first Pa. Poor him. tomorrow, then Papa interrogates again."

Arman snorts. "Well, this time I heard what you said."

Arman led the beloved child to the room on the second floor. Letting Nirmala be in an uncomfortable situation because she is currently with two young people who are both hearted towards her.

"Excuse me, I'm quitting." Bara looked away, not wanting to linger in a place that did not receive him well.

"Wait!" sergeant Nirmala. "Don't go home now, let me take your wounds first. Yea?" bargain to Bara.

The young man, of course, did not want to waste an opportunity that would not come a second time. He cares about Zain or Arman. Most importantly for him right now, it could be close to Nirmala and make his rival feel blind jealousy.

"Sit here." Nirmala patted the cushion of a nearby chair.

Bara nodded. And like a buffalo, he obeyed Nirmala's command to lower himself on the dining chair.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you a medicine box first." Nirmala rushed to the place where she used to store the thing containing the drugs.

"Don't be long, I'll miss you!" pekik Bara's. He began to provoke Zain with his deadly flutter.

"Disease!" zain Cibir.

"Say you sirik!" bara Sahut.

"Keep dreaming, Zain. Free hump!" ledek Bara's.

The debate between the two stopped because Nirmala had returned with the medicine box in her grasp. He approached Bara, then put the item he brought on the table and opened it.

"Slow down, yes" Bara said as he watched Nirmala pour the wound medicine over the cotton.

"The crybaby is a man!" cela Zain's.

Nirmala snorted in annoyance at the endless quarrel between the two young men. "You guys are really rich cats and dogs!!!"

"I'm the cat because I'm cute and adorable!" bara Sahut. "And Zain the dog. Look into her eyes, glaring at the rich herder!!" point Bara towards Zain's face.

"Can it be?" furious Nirmala. He opened his eyes and bowed his gaze towards the wound on Bara's face by holding a piece of cotton. "Hold ya, this must be a little sore." Nirmala treated the wound gently and carefully.

Bara smiled and downed his coarse salivary repeatedly. Both eyes stared unblinkingly because the girl was so close to only a few inches away.

Zain was jealous, and he snatched the cotton from Nirmala's hand. "Let my brother do Bara."

The young man in white pressed the cotton on the injured face very roughly. Bara groaned in pain, but Zain was increasingly encouraged to continue to prank his rival.

"What crazy lu? My mouth ache!!" bara Protest.

"The man must be strong, not weak!" zain's great-grandson held back a laugh as he had already managed to prank Bara.

Nirmala could only shake her head due to the ridiculous behavior of the two youths beside her. "Sir Zain, it can't be. Poor Bara."

"Or, Mr. Ustadz! Face rich face child's face is fine. But the original, beuhhh... wedan tenan!!"

"Night, papa also richly talk with Nala. You two go home yeah, I don't feel good about the neighbors, '" kicked Nirmala out for being too tired.

"Well, you don't sleep too late. And, thank you so much for a really delicious dinner! Next time I can't have dinner here again?"

Nirmala nodded, not wanting to say at length. "Yes, Brother. You're welcome."

Bara grinned because Nirmala did not answer Zain's question. "I'm home. Thank you for trying to hurt me."

"Together, Bara. You be careful on the road" said Nirmala.

Bara brandished the thumb and index finger and formed like the letter O. "Great dream, Nirmala. Dream about me...."

Zain stuck out his tongue as if he wanted to vomit, hearing Bara's ridiculous words.

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