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Now the days of a Yoga feels so bland, his spirit to approach the Diandra will just disappear. How not, it's useless he denied his papa, Marriage still happens. Escape to the end of the world even his father will still look for and find him.
Yoga was in the middle room thinking about something.
Diandra, I'm sorryin I. not the intention to nyakitin loe. Inner Yoga crying.
"Mas.mas Yoga." bi Sumi knocked on the door.
"Come in bii. "the command of Yoga.
"Hemmm. .mas Yoga is patient yes.mas yoga should remain vibrant, " said Bibi who was sad to see her employer who looks so ambiguous.
"Yoga for food? " ask aunt again.
Yoga just shook his head slowly while staring straight at the window.
"Auntie get me, huh mas.? from yesterday mas yoga did not eat at all." said Bibi.
"No, Bi.. Yoga has no appetite at all" replied Yoga slowly.
"Hmmm. yes already. if hungry, in the kitchen there is a favorite cuisine mas Yoga"
Yoga just nodded.
"Oh yes.. Mas Yoga was called Mbak Cita told to go to his study" Bibi told.
"Send him to come here."
"Yes, auntie conveyed to mbak Cita. aunty came out first." aunt went out of the room.
*Y*a Allah yes Robb. Even though I am not his mother, but I feel what mas yoga feels. Inner aunt while walking down the stairs.
After that, Bibi met Cita who was in her study.
"Truly that kid" muttered Cita.
Then he went to the yoga room.
"Yogaaa.
"Yoga. open the door.." Cita banged on the room door.
is the child deaf??? The mind in the heart.
He entered immediately without permission.
"Have you learned to be deaf?" he gripped loudly after entering the room.
"What the hell is it, brother?" tanya Yoga with a sad look.
"Do you approve of Papa's plan?" ask without further ado.
"You think?" answer the cold Yoga.
"I'm guessing you're feeling good aren't you?" said Cita cynic.
"Happy? if I feel good about getting married, I'm not here, I've had a drinking party out there" he replied.
"Heh.. then? why don't you like this wedding??" Ask Cita in a cynical tone.
"Here you go, I discussed the problem, " replied Yoga as he laid down his body.
"Papa told you to immediately buy a wedding ring. hurry up" said Cita who then left the room.
Why does the child look so depressed with papa's plan, instead he should feel happy to marry his lover. Inner Mind.
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Diandra was in his room pensive, because some days he did not meet with his best friend.
"Heh.... Nuril... I miss very much the sound of loe that usually disturbs my ears every day" he murmured slowly.
"Where do I want to call him, hp me again in the service, when the completion also do not know"
"Would I go to his house only once.. " Diandra thought for a moment, then she decided to go to Nuril's house.
Soon he put on his jacket and met his mother who was watching TV.
"Mother.. Dian wants to see Nuril, okay? some days he was sick again ma'am, Dian can not ask news because he had dian again in the service" said Diandra
"Ohh, what's he sick?" Ask Mom surprised.
"Dian don't know, mom! this is why Dian is going there!"
"Yes, it's heart. You better get him a parcel."
" Yes, Dian will stop by the fruit shop. Diandra said yes mom.. " Said Diandra while kissing mother's hand.
"Greet her Mother for her. Hope you get well soon" said Mother a little shouting.
Diandra rode the motor to his incision towards the North towards Nuril's house. And don't forget he stopped by the fruit shop to buy fruit as a parcel.
Arriving in front of Nuril's house, Diandra stopped the motor and took off his helmet.
"Sir.. I want to meet Nuril.. " Diandra said to the security guard who guarded the gate of Nuril's house.
"Non Nuril's not home, mbak"
"Why not at home? He said that he was sick even wandering about the basic of children" murmured Diandra.
"Not.not mbak....... "
"Ehhhh there's a Diandra.. " Mister Diman suddenly nongol.
"This is Mr. Diman at home, he said Nuril was not at home."
"Indeed, Nuril was not at Dian's house." said Diman, laughing.
"Where is he?? Dating??" Ask Diandra again.
"Hehe.. mbak Diandra this could have been. mbak Nuril is being treated at the hospital mbak" Diman replied with a small laugh.
"Whaatttt? mr. Diman was joking?"
"No. Why am I joking"
"No telling you from earlier.What is he sick? In which hospital?" diandra was worried.
"Mbak Nuril got typus mbak "Clearly Diman.
"In the care where ', the splinter said I wanted to go." Diandra said impatiently.
"Hahahaha....why ride there mbak Dian?" Ask Diman with a laugh.
"Ehh even laugh again, yes ride the bike, sir"
"The bike will not be there today.. "
"Yes it could be if I brought him speeding.cepatan said in the hospital where "
"I forgot his name mbak.. The master did not clearly tell the name of the hospital. "
"Lahhh keeps me feeling how dong..I can't know anyway.." Diandra.
"No need to go there, Dian!! just on the phone.. "
"Well, I want to see my best friend"
"Yes in the video call.. Oh yes. was malem mbak Nuril send greetings to mbak Diandra, he said that mbak Dian's phone was on again should call him as soon as possible"
"Yes has even a video call. asked Mbak Atun gih his address where, I want to go, sir... "
"Mbak Nuril was taken abroad with his Papa last night."
"Whattt????? Overseas?? do not joke, the situation is even made a joke. "
"Today, Malem was flying Nuril in his papa's private helicopter"
"Bo'ong right?? hayo ngakuu" cried Diandra.
"For a moment, I'll call Atun first to believe." Mr. Diman inwardly called Mbak Atun to convince Diandra.
"True, mbak Dian. mbak Nuril was sent abroad, treated there ..his departure was also only last night." said Mbak Atun.
"Kok Diandra is not told yes mbak" said Diandra.
"His phone mbak Diandra difficult to contact, mbak Nuril also confused to tell me where else to go."
"Emmm.. Yes it is mbak..Dian came home first yes, this is Dian bring a parcel for Nuril later if he has come home."
"Good mbak.. Heart - Heart on the road" said Mbak Atun.
Diandra drove his motorbike away from Nuril's house and headed to a place where his phone was serviced.
"Bang Jeky.. How have I been running yet?" Ask Diandra while taking off her helmet.
"Ehh Diandra, hehe. Tomorrow I'll try to." Said Jeky who was busy with a cellphone on his service.
"Waduh can not Dian if you ask me now I'm very busy, tomorrow deh rather unfortunate that you come here"
"Can't you now ?"
" Can't be Dirra "
"Yes already, tomorrow I am here again, tomorrow I have to run tuh hp" said Diandra while wearing his helmet again.
"Yes calm aje." Answer Jeky.
Diandra then decided to go home. Riding his motorbike while daydreaming about something.
Nuril Loe went abroad didn't say I did anyway, I was lonely no loe, no hp to ask loe. huuufftt news.... Yoga is also where the child yes.again he now, I so miss chatting with the child Batin Diandra.
Arriving - Arriving
tinnnn tinnnn... ccciiiiiiiiitttt....
Diandra was hit by a black sedan and fell off his bike. A well-dressed father came down from the car immediately approached Diandra with half a run.
"Son.. You're not what? I'm sorry my driver." said the father.
"I'm the one who apologized, sir ! because I didn't see the road, I was daydreaming." Diandra answered while standing.
"But you're like this look, wound, let me take you to the hospital." said the father.
"No need sir no need. I do not papa kok. only small wounds will also heal" replied Diandra.
"It's a bloody wound like this in say gapapa, it must be given antiseptic, let me take it to the hospital." The father was worried.
"It's just a small wound anyway, sir, later at home I'll give you the same red medicine plaster." Diandra ngeyel.
"Then I give money for treatment yes" said the father issued several pieces of money in red.
"It's okay, sir.not to.." Diandra refused.
"This is as a remedy, son, why do you accept it." said the father.
"No need sir, I'm sorry" Diandra walked with a limp to his bike.
He tried to turn the bike on a few times but couldn't..
"Why my bike "slowly muttered.
"Why, son.. The bike's broken?" asked the father to walk over.
"No way to live, sir, why?" Diandra said in confusion.
"Yes already then I take you home yes, son, later the motorcycle business let me take care of." The father offered help.
"But sir.. "
"Then let's just say this is the responsibility my driver has hit you" said the father, smiling.
"My motor??"
"Later I tell people to take him to the workshop..Let me take you.."
Diandra agreed to the father's words and got into his car.
In the car.
"Why did you take a motorcycle while daydreaming?" Ask the Father.
"Hehe. I think of my best friend, sir. He's sick of being taken abroad but didn't tell me to." Said Diandra in the back seat.
"Hmm. next time don't be so. Danger!"
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry"
"Where's your house?"
"On the white train road, sir, it's still straight for about 3kg again, there will be a red light intersection, turn left." Diandra.
"You're still in school??" The father asked, wondering why he was interested in a girl his age.
"Still dong, Pak. I am still in 1st grade High School this year up to 2nd grade" he explained.
"Oh.. Where did you go to school?"
"Decks home, sir. SMA 08"'S "
"SMA 08???"
"Yes, sir. Why is it??"
"It's okay, my son also went to high school." Answer the Father.
"Oooo... What is the name of the father? Who knows I know him" asked Diandra.
"My son's name is Prayoga Zidan Syahputra. Do you know?"
Diandra gasped in shock at the name of the person who filled his heart. Isn't it a fortune Diandra met Dad Yoga by accident.
"Son?" call that Father.
"Eeh.yeah sir I only know him, he's a child of IPS 3, if I'm a child of IPA."
"Do you also know Erlin??"
"Erlin?? yoga Girlfriend ??"
"Yes.. Do you know him??"
"The boy was so annoying, I didn't like him because he was so overdone.. Yoga also does not like it, but the girl who is nervous continues to chase." Said Diandra unconsciously.
After he realized what he said just now, he closed his mouth.
"ohh my mouth habit there is no brake.gimana nih if this father is angry" Inner.
"I'm sorry, sir.sorry.not that I mean talk like that. "
"Hmmmm... no papa.. oh, your name is who's son?"
"My name is Diandra Daughter, Sir ! I'm sorry I said that"
"Hahhaa.. Oh yes this is my business card, if you need anything you can call that number"
"Good sir.." Diandra received the name card.
"Non, where is this??" Ask driver.
"Oh that sir straight will enter the right alley of the road" he explained.
Arriving in front of the house Diandra down.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Guna" said Diandra
"Same same. later your motorcycle problems let me be delivered here with my errand man." Said Mr. Guna.
"Good, Sir! thanks.." said Diandra.
Diandra walked into his house slowly. Because his feet hurt.
"Yes Allah is known..... Why are you??" Ask me to panic.
"Dian was hit by a car, ma'am "Answer Diandra cleaned up the wound on his part.
"Yes Allah nakkkk.... How can it be??? what did you go home to??"
"Dian was daydreaming ma'am, suddenly diandra was hit by a car because he brought his motorbike too into the middle" he replied cengengesan.
"Ehh this child is still a whimper, you still don't papa right??"
"No papa, ma'am.just a gini wound.."
"where do you keep going???"
Diandra recounted the incident he had just experienced while cleaning up his wound. Diandra also told me that he was delivered by the father who had hit his motorcycle .
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In a renowned hospital room in Scotland, Nuril lay in the space provided .He's ranting himself from yesterday. His father forced him to fly to the country where his father stayed for more intensive treatment.
Diandra.. loe where the hell , you're not active from yesterday.. I want to confide in a lot of you, I also want to tell you about Erlin who has cheated on the back of Yoga Inner Erlin.
I also haven't been able to tell you the evidence of this photo is the same loe mummy in the heart while looking at a photo of Erlin who was hugging a Caucasian man.
"You know this photo yoga, surely he will break up *** the chicken, the basis of *** chicken like nempel sandal expensive." Her chatter.
"Gue bosen really herei. anyways papa lebay anyway, got typus aja take it out of the country, where here there is no one at all.. I'm testing my guts here "Gerutu Nuril.
In a large room, he was alone. Only occasionally did doctors and nurses enter her room to check her condition.
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