Doctor ASHA And KOMPOL BIMASENA

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Doctor Asha and KOMPOL Bimasena Part 30

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As a woman, it was clear that Asha felt like the luckiest wife in the world. The world of achherat to be exact. Yes, because he fell in the arms of the right man. In the arms of the youngest man he has ever known in his entire life. The man who treated himself like a queen, the figure of a man who made his heart warm and made him fall in love again and again every day.

"So he said duty?" whispered the embarrassed Asha in her husband's arms. All the eyes of the passengers are focused on them.

"Surprise! Happy birthday, yes. I love you."

CUPS

A warm kiss landed on Asha's forehead, making the woman's cheeks blush despite wearing only a thin blush.

"Thank you, Mom."

Asha smiled happily, as this was her sweetest birthday. There is a beloved husband, dear children, and all the extended families in the entourage. One by one they survived before the plane started taking off. They gave many sincere prayers to Asha.

***

Bornean

Once they arrived at one of the airports there, they were all picked up by the coal sultana, who was also a relative of Dika.

The sultana family welcomed the group warmly. Because they have known for a long time, it is like their own brother they have no awkward or awkward feelings. In fact, just met mbak latifah has monopolized Asha.

Yes, Asha is in power now. The commander must yield to Asha's failed former sister-in-law. Because before he proposed to his sister, uh first Bimasena. Again Bimasena gercep attitude made him a winner.

But silaturahmi remained well awake, the Sultan's family was so sincere in loving Asha as his own biological sister.

"Don't sleep in the hotel! You have to stay at Ma'am's!" the low profile sultini. Even though he is one of the richest people in Borneo, he is not like crazy rich who is going viral.

His figure was ordinary, because he felt everything he had was just a deposit. Which God can take at any time. His attitude is almost similar to the owner of a generous toll road, which is famous for its rice alms. Although a day's income can be 1 M, but his attitude is never arrogant or bragging about anything he has. Those who are rich in heart, feel that material wealth is not so wadidaw that makes the eyes of the heart so glare.

***

The sultini coal residence.

The car accompaniment of the group that had been like a campaign presidential campaign convoy finally stopped at a residence that Masyallah.

A house stretched out so large, it was already similar to the sultan's house. It is the real sultan. It's like Musdalifah's house. Yes, one house is equipped with many pavilions. There are 6 more pavilions, not to mention facilities that already resemble the sultan's house in Dubai there.

There were dozens of assistants in the house, Asha was stunned. What house is the palace? It turns out that the house of mbak latifah is very large, similar to the house of the sultan of Brunei.

"You sleep here, lots of rooms. If there's anything or need to tell Ma'am."

"Sorry Mommy, so take care of it!"

"Snick sister you guys want to play here. We will explore the tour here. We are happy-happy!"

Asha and her husband are actually not good, but because Latifah is sincere, she also said a lot of thanks. Because their number is so much. Afraid of trouble, because of the hoot.

Tomorrow

As per the agenda they had planned, their second day arrived. They're going on vacation to a villa near the lake. The Sultan's family has a villa there. And big enough to occupy such a large group.

When everything was ready, suddenly Bimasena's phone rang again. This time it's not prank. But it's really a real phone.

"Good, yeah. I'll be there!"

Tut Tut Tut

The hunch is no longer good.

Bimasena's face started to feel bad. It seems that he feels sorry for the Sultan's family and also his wife.

"Mas can't come, there's a boss who wants to see you."

"Loh ... It's time for vacation." Asha protest.

"Yes, we're leaving first. You'll catch up!" advice Pak Han who at that time also participated in the group.

Asha looked disappointed. I want to always be there. As a result, when all went to the villa, Asha and Bimasena were left behind. Wherever Bimasena wanted to be alone, he would meet the superior with his wife.

***

With a vehicle owned by the Sultan, finally one group left for the villa first. While Asha and Bimasena they went to the office of Bimasena's superior who was in Kalimantan at that time.

Apparently, it's pretty boring there. Asha whose mind has been traveling can play games with family in the villa. Now even stuck in front of a line of men in uniform. Asha also began to be uncomfortable in the room, because the eyes of the men in uniform look strange.

If not for accompanying her husband, Asha felt like riding an online motorcycle taxi and following a group that would have been happy-happy now.

It was getting late, the banquet was not finished. Asha's body might be there, but her mind was somewhere else. By late afternoon, they could finally go home.

His intention was to follow to the Villa directly, but because he had to drive for hours, Bimasena reason tired.

"Darling, we'll catch them tomorrow. I'm tired!"

"Loh ... Asha is the one who drives."

Bimasena shook her head hard. He's not tired, but a mode. Want two-duaing in the pavilion. No Zidan, no Aila, no one. They are free to create.

"Let's Zidan cry!" asha protest.

Instantly, Bimasena made a phone call. He made a video call. Their basis is compact, so connected, Zidan even looks cheerful.

"Mother's here tomorrow, it's gonna be night. I'll be tired later" said the boy. Looks like someone taught Zidan in the back.

"Who will Zidan be with?" ask Asha worriedly.

"There's Aila's a lot of friends."

"That!" chirp Bimasena with a big smile.

"Hem .. Yes, be careful, dear. I'll catch up tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, Ma da da ... Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Tut Tut Tut

"Udah, Zidan is safe with them."

'But I'm not safe with you!' inner Asha chiming.

Felling Asha. As soon as they returned to the palace-like mansion, without further ado, Bimasena immediately carried his body towards the pavilion as they just got out of the car. Seriate.

Well ... What's the round plan, Mr Pol? Gasss. Wkwkwwkk (Written by original story) hahhaha kaboooorrrr.

Oh yea. For his prayers, can thank you from the family of the doctor. Thank you so much for your sincere prayers. May good prayer come back to us too. Aamiins.

Get a special greeting from a widower who is still a gress. Heheheh .. tuh. bales salamnya mas Haris. Widower dream. Greetings dear he said ... Wadenawww ... Wkwkkw