Doctor Naura

Chapter 54 The Dirga Approach

Grandfather walked leisurely with doctor Nina in her spacious home environment. They talked lightly about Nina's office work and a little bit of mama's behavior during life. Although tempramental mama, but many good sides are still happy to remember. As they walked, a middle-aged male servant followed in their footsteps carrying a cell phone and a black leather jacket belonging to grandfather. And at the very back they walked, Dirga participated. His eyes were busy stealing glances towards Nina who was ready with sportswear. They are ready for the sport of archery.

“It's been a long time since we worked out together, son. Since your mama started to have problems with the presence of Mira again.” Grandpa spoke again. His eyes rolled around the neatly arranged green field.

“Iya cake, mom so lazy everything since aunt Mira present again.” Nina replied while confirming the hat she was wearing. He stuffed his previously rosy hair into the back hole of the hat. His neck level increasingly makes Dirga's eyes genital.

"Waw, if he were my girlfriend.., owh the beauty of the worldaa..," Dirga was amazed.

"Dirgaa! How about him?" Grandfather like just remembering something immediately asked his grandson who had not admitted it. Dirga smiled happily, approaching towards grandfather. He flicked Mr. Din's arm.

"She's a very pretty cake."

"You mean?"

"Yes cake, he's beyond my criteria. I wish I could have a wife like her...."

"Huh? She's beautiful how? Are you not normal? Grandpa meant about him who he said he wanted to sell shop yesterday. Have you called yet?" Grandfather was annoyed to see Dirga who instantly awakened.

"Eh yes yes.., eemmm.., he said his decision was three days away cake. He wants to sell a four-shop all he wants to take over."

"Is she pretty? Mr. Handoko is pretty?"

"Anu kek, I mean the pretty one is not Handoko sir but...,"

"Sir Din?" Grandpa asked to cut. Then he again took Nina walking towards the archery sports venue. Dirga just patted his own eel.

“How's Sofie doing?” Grandpa asked on the way.

“Entailah, if physically healthy, but when I went into the house there, it all felt more unhappy. Her behavior exceeded my mother's behavior all this time. She's much more temperament than all the women I know.” Nina spoke while looking down. He put both hands in the pockets of the pants he was wearing.

“Why can it be?” Grandpa asked in wonder.

“I also don't understand kek.” Nina answered while kicking a piece of dry wood over the block path.

“Do they still often fuss over your presence?” Grandpa asked again. They seem very familiar.

“Iya. Papa didn't want me from a small age. She was so sure I wasn't her flesh blood.” Nina quit. He shook both his arms.

“Sofie not honest yet?” Ask grandpa back.

“Entahlah. When I asked, said my biological papa mother is dead.” Nina shook her waist in two opposite directions. His large buttocks with a slender waist, further impressed Dirga. He turned his eyes towards the sky. A moment later, she was again fascinated to see Nina's sexy body.

“Owh so. We've arrived son. Mr. Din, please fix target position.” Grandfather sent the male servant accompanying him towards the sloping target board. Mr. Din will be heading there.

“Let me just cake.” Dirga. Grandpa just shut up. Mr. Din stopped his steps. Dirga ran towards the archery target. He put it back right. Many times his head made sure all the target boards were properly installed. Then he went back to his grandfather. He put on his sweetest smile towards Nina, but Nina did not touch him at all. His mouth was locked with my eyes. As if Dirga is not visible in her round sparkling eyes adds to her beauty charm.

“Pak Din, please get me the string stretching...,” Grandpa re-ruled his servant.

“Let me just cake.” Again Dirga again appeared, his eyes glanced continuously towards Nina who did not even look at him.

“Take it, why are you so good?” Grandpa suspects Dirga. Nina glanced at Dirga and turned her eyes away from the tall, slightly frayed man.

“Oke.” Dirga answered. However he did not move at all, only moving the steps once twice. He was confused where to take the rope in question, because he rarely sports, let alone archery like this, he had only once come to a place like this. Not dead of mind, then he poked Mr. Din's arm.

“Pak, where to take the rope?” He whispered. Mr. Din smiled and pointed towards the halls made of wood of fantastic value.”

“Thank you sir.” Dirga walked quickly, away from Mr. Din and towards the halls in question. He then opened the door of one room next to the halls. He then gaped and confused himself because it was filled with various sports equipment. He originally only imagined that there was only one rope that Grandpa and Nina meant. He shifted his gaze from the most old-school sports equipment all the way to the most advanced one there was. Then he looked for a rope. On the wall he saw a lot of rope hanging. He was again confused as to which rope his grandfather meant.

“Which strap is stretching yes?” He muttered inwardly while holding almost any kind of rope neatly hung on the wall. There is a rope for skipping, There is a rather long rope for Battle Ropes, there is a rope with the handle still attached to the sturdy iron, four pieces of rope for TRX sports, there is a rope, two pairs of wide rubber straps are also neatly snagged, a small resistance band, and even a sprig strap for horseback riding. Dirga was confused himself choosing it.

“Heiii Dirgaaa.., how long to take the string stretching up to five minutes has not returned.” Grandpa shouted because he waited.

“Iya-iya cake, this Dirga take.” Dirga said while carrying a yellow elastic yoga rope.

“Mana?” Grandfather frowned looking at the rope he was carrying. Nina turned her head and laughed for a moment.

“Are we going to Yoga cake?” Nina asked grandfather, her eyes staring sinisterly at Dirga who was scratching her head in shame.

“Pak Din, please get me two stretch straps yes.” Grandfather glanced at Dirga who stood pecking.

"It's you yoga alone." Grandfather then returned the rope that Dirga had brought earlier. Dirga.

“I failed again to take the girl's heart.., but calm down, there are still many opportunities.” Dirga slammed while widening smile. Not until a minute sir Din has returned to bring the rope stretching in question. Then Grandpa and Nina started sitting on a neat stretch of grass, warming up by using a stretching rope. Stylish dirga follows without using a rope. Nina turned her head towards him withstanding the expression of comically mixed astonishment. Dirga immediately stopped and stood up again with a sweet face, smilingly nodding. Nina ignored, she turned her eyes away. Mr. Din giggled funny, while Dirga again wailed softly.

“Who is she cake?” Nina asked the grandfather.

“Dirga! My name's Dirga!” Grandpa did not answer. Dirga immediately approached Nina and introduced herself. Nina did not care about Dirga's presence beside her. With his hands constantly exercising, his eyes focused on someone who was coming closer from the direction of the West door.

“Oh it, sir Saiful, pack RT here.” Grandfather replied. Dirga pias's face floated. It's like he's not touching the ground anymore. Shame to show their face in front of them. Then slowly Dirga retreated withstanding embarrassment. She thought Nina was asking who she was. Apparently he asked someone who came and was not seen by him. Mr. Din shut his mouth holding his laughter. Dirga even showed his clean fists towards Mr. Din. Then, when he saw the presence of RT sir, grandfather stopped his sport for a moment, Nina continued to train her muscles with stretching. For a while he continued to be engrossed in the sretching rope, then he stood up and shouted towards the grandfather.

“Get! Nina cardio workout for a while ya.” He shouted out loud.

“OK!” Grandfather replied with a wave of his hand.

“Hey are you also doing radio broadcasts? I love romantic songs.” Dirga approached Nina who had already started stretching. His eyebrows rose in astonishment staring at Dirga for a moment.

“It's a shame that I'm a pediatrician, not a TeHaTe doctor..” Nina answered briefly. Dirga was confused to hear it.

“What do you mean?” Dirga.

“You may need to see an ear doctor.” Nina passed and started jogging. In a large field with a stretch of green grass on the interspersed with many blooming flowers, Nina traced the part of the field that was blocked, jogging with agility. It seems that he is a hobby and a habit of exercising. About two hundred meters from the end of the easternmost round, he always looked towards the mama's navel.

“Pak Din, what was wrong earlier?” Dirga approached Din who immediately laughed.

“Aduh-duh sir Dirga, he said he wanted cardio exercise, cardio exercise not radio broadcast.” Mr. Din explained loudly, Dirga smiled smirkily. He wanted to scream because he was embarrassed to have made a lot of mistakes.

“It's just that I learned the article how to pursue love. Everything made me become a craze. Shy who wants to be crying..” He lamented in the heart.

“Better I just go...,” Thought while turning back the body will go to grandfather's house.

“Hei.., you.” Nina called Dirga. He does not want to be humiliated anymore. He was wobbly looking in case there was another figure called Nina. But there was no one besides him and Mr. Din, while grandfather was still fun to talk to Mr. RT. Dirga was silent as if indifferent to Nina's call. He wants to sell expensive.

“Hey you, do you want to hear me broadcast?” Nina smiled seductively. Dirga turned her head towards Nina while pointing towards her own chest.

“Yes you." Nina assented. He began to stretch the muscles for a moment with light weight lifting. After feeling enough then he took the archery. Himself approaching.

"Can you shoot?" Nina asked as she was ready to take off the bow.

"Shuut." The first bow is detached to the target and the arrow points of 8mm diameter made of stenless are stuck in the yellow color in the target board. Dirga widened her eyes.

"With that distance he could break through the number 10. This is an amazing girl." His inner. Mr. Din clapped his hands with the returned grandfather. Dirga just applauded when grandpa was done.

"Your focus is amazing." Grandfather praised Nina who was smiling widely. Then he shot back four more arrows all on the yellow target. Only one in deep red. Grandpa was satisfied to see it.

"You trying?" Nina gave an archery towards Dirga who was still astonished in astonishment.

"Hey, how dumb. Want to try archery?"

"I've never tried." Dirga honest.

"I don't think it's going to be on target." Dirga did not confidently continue.

"You haven't tried it." Nina cheers while drinking mineral water given by Mr. Din.

"All right, I'll try. Back in Jakarta, I used to shoot sparrows to make side dishes...,"

"Tell me it'll be the same Mr. Din." Nina cut. Dirga put on a ngenes face. He was disappointed again. The base is stale.

"How do I do a cake?" Dirga asked the waist-ridden grandfather to trivialize.

"As when you shoot birds." Nina answered. Then with the rest of the shame and desire to appear to show expertise, Dirga began to prepare.

"Shuuuu!" The bow away from his arrow. The arrow points are stuck exactly in the acacia bump which is a meter away from the target. The bow bounced, falling into the grass.

"Hahahaha.., bagooosss.., it's worth seratuuusss...." Grandpa clapping funny hands. He laughed out loud.

"Say you used to be a sparrow shooter...." Nina shook her head towards Dirga.

"Yes indeed. But I've never managed to break through a single target." Dirga answered sourly. His face laughed in shame. But his heart was already carefree not a bitch. At least Nina was willing to talk to him. The opportunity is there, the mind

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Nina with her pretty face. He's only happy if there's nothing in his heart. Juteknya just beautiful..., what if..... (does the readers similar?