Destiny Love Nirmala

Pain, Pa...

Often people are defeated by ego and a sense of prestige. No matter how black the veil that covers itself, deep down actually admitting mistakes. Even in his mouth he kept denying.

"Come, Pa!" take Nirmala to the father. According to his promise before fulfilling the obligation, he will accompany Arman to go to the Hospital.

Arman nodded then walked first because he could not wait to leave immediately to the destination.

"Where are you going?" tanya Nala who suddenly appeared then blocked the road. "Tumben you guys are going out together. Make me suspicious!" ketus Nala with both hands in front of the chest while putting on a haughty face.

Nirmala raises her head. "It's none of your business!'

Nala chuckled, "This is definitely my business. Didn't I just say the same you ... lil die slowly?!"

"Papa won't let you die!" arman Beaver. "If you die, Papa will die too!" he suppressed Nala's feelings.

"It's healthy, Pa! So, you guys don't have to be lebay!!" nala Sahut. Actually he already knows where Arman and Nirmala are going. He accidentally overhears the conversation between the two.

"Papa is not lebay. But Papa loves you very much, son.." replied Arman.

"Ahh.." lamented Nala. He felt a tremendous pain in his body.

"What's wrong with you, son?" Arman grabbed Nala's shoulder. He was very worried about the condition of his beloved daughter.

"It hurts so bad, Pa.." she groaned holding the sick body part.

Arman quickly lifted Nala's body and carried her out of the house and asked Nirmala. "The online taxi came, didn't it?"

"U-Easy Pa.. the driver is waiting in front of you." Nirmala followed Arman's steps, moving no less quickly.

"Pa. Nala's not strong...."

Arman's head bobble. "No, you have to be strong, son! You are Papa's most powerful daughter. Hold on for Papa."

Arman ran a little and shouted asking to open the car door to the taxi driver he rented. For a moment he and Nala were in the passenger seat, while Nirmala sat at the wheel.

"Mas, gas tap yes! My son is in critical condition" Arman told the driver sitting in front of him.

The man wearing the blue shirt nodded his head and drove off at high speed at Arman's request.

"Son. We're on the way to the hospital." Arman did not let go of his hand while holding back a cry.

"We're going home, Pa. Nala's not going anywhere. Nala wants to be at home.." - She sighed with a heavy breath.

"Mas..cepetan dong!" arman shouted because the car he was riding in was moving very slowly.

"Sorry, Sir. In front of the red light again," replied the driver pointing at the traffic signs.

"Break it, bego!!" snapped Arman.

Nirmala looked back. "Patience, Pa. We'll be here soon, okay. If the red light is not just Nala's life in danger, but the lives of all of us."

"Either..pacot!!!" sergeant Arman. The man who was in the midst of panic was already difficult to think clearly. Because what's going through his brain right now, wants to get to the hospital immediately.

"Klakson dong, horn!!" arman jolt when the green light has turned on, but the road is still choked because it is covered by several two-wheeled vehicles. "You're still doing it too, hit it!!" his word makes no sense.

The driver panicked, pressed the horn many times and opened the window. He popped his head and shouted loudly to the driver who was blocking the speed of his car. "Stop woy, move!! I'm bringing a dying patient!!"

All the vehicles that were originally in the way, one by one get out of the way to give way. The driver did not forget to say thank you and then planted the gas deeply.

The car floats on asphalt. And in less than ten minutes, they had arrived at the intended Hospital. Arman hurriedly lifted his son's body and ran towards the ER to seek help. Nirmala followed behind, after she paid the taxi driver's fare online.

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