LOVE NARA

295. STEADY, DARLING!

A month later, things have returned to how they were at the Properland Raga. All problems were successfully overcome by Yoga and the project that previously experienced a disaster has been continued in the process so that it can be immediately inaugurated and quickly inhabited by consumers.

The bright spot of the fire has also been found. From the confession of two perpetrators who have been secured before, they are paid by someone to carry out the arson order.

And the person is none other than a fellow businessman who is a property businessman who is already quite well known and respected in this city.

"How's the Asta sir case going, Ben?"

Yoga did not actually report the man who was five years older than him. However, the police continued their case because it was related to the arsonist who had been arrested before.

"They went ahead with the case and are now on the trial table, sir."

Beno who was still helping at Raga Properland answered while tidying up all the files that had just been signed by the boss.

"Follow everything and give me the results of each trial. We'll just monitor it from here."

"Good, Sir!" beno answered and then said back to his room that became one with Pram.

Yoga ends her work and prepares to go home. Time showed at three in the afternoon. The man immediately got up and walked out of his room.

Along the way, somehow his feelings suddenly became unpleasant. Want to quickly get to the house and meet with Nara is also his favorite son.

"What's wrong with me? Why did I suddenly keep on looking at Nara's face and worrying about her condition?" Yoga slowed down the pace of the car while calming down.

Suddenly his heart was filled with a loud thump that hit his chest. He felt that something bad was going on right now, but he didn't know it yet.

Eventually he stopped his car and called Nara immediately. Unfortunately, some of the calls he made could not be connected because of unstable signals.

Yoga grew increasingly panicked and unsettled as it could not contact anyone at this time. Finally he decided to continue his journey to get home and meet with Nara.

Entering the main gate of the housing, he could see the crowd in front of his house. It was seen that Mr. Budi had just closed the back door of the car and rushed into it.

Yoag pressed her car horn to signal Mr. Budi not to drive his car first. The man immediately stopped his car right next to the car driven by Mr. Budi.

"What's this, sir?" The man came out and stood beside the steering door that had been lowered by the side glass by Mr. Budi.

"Mas, looks like Madam Nara has food poisoning. We need to get him to the hospital immediately."

Yoga's face suddenly turned frantic and immediately opened the back door. Seen in the car, Nara was unconscious by being supported by her body by Aunty Asih.

"Darling!"

Without a second thought, he went in and took Nara into his lap and asked Bibi Asih to stay home, keeping Raga with Mbak Indah.

After Bibi Asih went down, Pak Budi immediately hit the gas and drove his car quickly to the hospital.

"Nara, come to your senses, let's get up, honey!" Yoga's face has been filled with tears since when it began to flow from his pair of neutrals that have turned soft and sad.

Nara reacts when she hears her husband's voice. He slowly opened his eyes very heavily, then tried to nail his weak gaze on the husband's face on it.

"Mas ..., my stomach ... it hurts so ...."

Mr. Budi increasingly fast forward his car and continue to look for gaps between the crowded highway traffic in the afternoon.

"Hold, Honey! Stay conscious. Look at me and listen to me. We'll be at the hospital soon."

Yoga continued to speak and held Nara with her weak heart. His feeling raged to see his beloved woman continue to remove small foam at the corner of his lips with a face that was getting pale.

Nara's consciousness disappeared again as her eyes began to close again.

"Darling! Nara, wake. You're strong, you can definitely hold on, honey!"

Yoga face is getting frantic and tense. Luckily the car had entered the hospital yard and stopped in front of the emergency room.

A doctor and several nurses directly handled Nara who had been laid Yoga on a gurney in one of the patient's unfilled cubicles.

"Please my wife and future child, Doctor! Save them!"

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An hour earlier, a food courier delivered his favorite legit sandwich wrapped in a special bag labeled the name of one of the city's top cake shops.

Feeling that she did not order it, Nara asked who the sender was and the courier said that Yoga had ordered the cake to be delivered to her home.

Unsuspecting in the least, Nara accepted and took her to the dining room. She placed the bag on the table and took her cell phone to contact her husband first.

Several times the call can not be connected, as well as the message sent has not reached Yoga number.

Having been hungry and impatient to immediately enjoy his favorite cake, Nara finally opened one of the long square shaped cake boxes and took one slice to try it.

"Hmmm .. it feels so good. Just like my old-town cake shop made." Nara sat alone enjoying her favorite cake.

The message for Yoga is still not sent also because of the signal constraints that arise-drowning since noon today.

Nara continues to enjoy a few pieces of the cake to prop up her stomach that is easily hungry if not immediately filled with food or snacks.

"Maybe it's because I haven't eaten a legit sandwich in a long time like this, so it tastes really delicious and spoils the tongue."

Almost half the boxes had been spent by Nara. The pregnant woman stopped him and closed the box for his return to save the box which was still intact.

Nara stood up and walked towards the kitchen to grab a drink. But a few steps later, his body was weak and slow. His stomach felt very hot and his vision began to blur.

"Aunt ...!"

Nara's shout made Aunt Asih who was still finishing her work behind the house accompanied by Pak Budi who was resting surprised and immediately went inside quickly.

Soon Bibi Asih screamed and called Pak Budi when she found Nara lying unconscious on the kitchen floor, with her mouth spewing foam.

"Mbak Nara, is there this, Ma'am ...?!?"

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