Naughty Girl Om Doctor

Angry Fatur 1

Gale adjusted his eyes to the room's light, he pulled his lips until a smile was created.

"Any shower? It was a bit too big" asked Gale.

"You want to help me take ablution what is tayamum? We pray together,"

"Wudhu is a bang" replied Gale.

This man was so painstaking in helping his mischievous wife take ablution, that he soaked his black hair that it seemed to glow under the light of the lamp, put Gale Mukena in and prayed her prayers.

The cup!

"So healthy again baby, brother kangen your installment," the squatting man looked at Gale full of love. If only he knew last night what happened, maybe Fatur would pull his sentence just now, wherever, whenever, and however his wife is always a naughty installment.

"Later after hours of practice, brother wants permission to make it to the police station with Fathya the same om Deni," Gale stared with bitter eyes.

"Abang, ain't it all right? Gale just wants to drop pesen..."

"What?" fatur asked as Gale hung up her sentence like a wet clothesline.

"Baso agent 1 iced orange 2 !" Gale poked his lips withholding laughter, seeing Fatur's serious face he always wanted to tease her.

"Abang must take care of emotions, do not get angry at the police station, do not bersamuk-ngamuk rich cat garong with the father," continued Gale.

Fatur took a long breath, "insyaallah."

"Anything bad, he's still my brother. If there wasn't him, there wouldn't be a brother with Fathya, and Gale would be single for the rest of her life?"

"Well, you might meet someone else."

"That's it," Gale slid his hands between Fatur's arms and stomach. The condition of his stomach is quite able to be invited to work together even though it still feels painful and stiff.

"Gale dong bang hug gate,"

"Since yesterday you've wanted to be hugged, why?" fatur asked, Gale shook his head maybe his emotions were just melow, plus the past problems of Fatur made his heart suddenly rich in ice cream, often melted.

"Ga there will be a former father or ex-child, if you have started to feel angry, inget the twins yes, just go back.."

"Gale emang had never seen his brother angry, but knew enough from the attitude of Fathya who was very afraid if his brother was angry. Don't let emotions hurt your brother,"

"Yes,"

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Gale stared long at his breakfast rations from the hospital, he frowned.

"Abang, this is just rich gini doang?!" gale asked looking at him with the slanted lips, Fatur held a twitch on his lips.

"Gale wants food pesen aja bang," he asked to stare at a tray of healthy hospital food.

"Yes already this abisin, soon enough mang Kosim anter of food from home," Fatur grabbed a spoon and fed the pregnant woman who had never stopped talking, no matter what she was talking about, he said, there are only ingredients for him to issue absurd sentences, whether it's criticizing hospital food with bland taste, or portions that he thinks are not suitable for him. If in general the patient will refuse even a few who leave food, another case with this one pregnant woman.

"This is rich, boy! Gale can't do it this way, just stuck in the throat. The kasian kids brother just keisi half can't belch!" Fatur was grateful Gale had no trouble eating, made his health condition quickly recover, his speech speed alone now beat the pulse operator.

Sure enough, not long time. One familiar figure was present knocking on the door of the rescue angel for Gale.

His eyes pounded on the cloth bag carried, with the contents of healthy snacks, fruits, rice and his family did not forget the cake made by Shania.

"It's the Kosim! Never has Gale seen this mamang!" he clapped his hands once.

"Here..here's mang! Mama cooks what's auntie?" asked Gale waving his hand to ask Mang Kosim to come closer, the man smiled kindly, looking at the frown lines at the corners of his eyes.

"Sir, this is the same mother said Shania for the same father Gale," mang Kosim put a cloth bag on the table.

"Oh yes, thank you." replied Fatur nodding.

"Thank you mang, momy nginep at home?" ask Gale.

"That was so early this morning to the house."

"Oh yes,"

"That's how I say sir," his permission came back.

"Hemmm, hick! There's chicken soy sauce,"

Fatur laughed, sparkling eyes and Gale's child-like manner of getting her favorite food.

"Bag eat too,"

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The sound of footsteps of several people entering a police office.

With mixed feelings, these two sisters visited people they had not met for a long time, not even they remembered.

He gripped tightly the sleeve of the brother's shirt while looking up.

"Ga nothing, there's a brother." He said asking Fathya, so that this girl no longer needs to worry, even though she herself has hardened her jaw and riled.

Deni was seen talking to one of the police officers who handled the case. Sometimes he was seen laughing together and then put his hand in the pocket of his pants so serious.

"Tur," he then nodded at Fatur.

At first Fatur sat down at the table and gave some information.

"The file is ready to enter BAP, after hearing the information from the related victim."

"Can we meet the perpetrator?" ask Deni.

"May, we call you for a minute!" as the officer in the brown uniform was gone, suddenly the air felt tight here, or just his feelings, a heart wrapped in anger and hatred began to rise to the surface. Galexia's shadow encapsulates his message as the only reason for his current self not to tear apart the holding cell containing his father. His fingers jumbled to bluff the table in order to drive away the unrest. There was still hope in his heart if that person was not a father.

An old man stepped closer, still complete with clothes plumnya two days ago, just added the masterpiece of no one around his face, until now his face looks bruised and swollen. Tattoos, unkempt gray hair and dull face as well as sangar does not cover his age.

Brakkk !

The wooden bench bounced all at once due to the hard push.

"Bannk!!!" unexpectedly Fatur rose from his seat and was about to float his bogem in a sturdy body that was no longer young.

If not Deni and Fathya went to arrest Fatur, as well as the police who mediated, maybe the old man had collapsed was rewarded with a Fatur attack.

"Abang," Fathya held onto Fatur's shirt fearfully and lowered her head.

"Tur, patient Tour.calm down. Roy's taken care of Thunder!" Deni reviews a slanted smile, seeming evil.

Fatur's attitude has shown how angry and hateful he is.

"I'm sorry" said the word from the mouth that often downed liquor.

Fatur laughed discordantly, as if he was joking.

"I'm sorry? Sorry for which one? Snatching, harming your victims, making them almost die with my two future children, or sorry for hurting my mother and sister, ruining my life, Fathya and mama?" ask Fatur.

"For everything, I didn't think it was bini lu Tur" he said.

"Kidna's a man." His laughter was full of ridicule.

"Never call yourself a father in front of me!!!" the intonation of this young doctor was high, his eyes bulging implying wounds and hatred, the veins on his head until he looked so angry.

"Gue emang is not a real father, I also did not pantes make sorry from Ella, you are the same Fathya, but for this incident until sorry I made your bini.make your bini family,"

The twilight eyes changed, "Fat, I'm sorry for all the behavior of the father, all this time only the wounds you received from me, only your brother can give life to you. Mr. niesel,"

"Niesel? Where have you been all this time?! Old song.giliran arrested say nyesel, rot you in jail!" satan is ingenious, as if he does not want to lose the opportunity to tempt the faith of man who is being swayed by anger. All the glimpses when this father always gave rough treatment revolved in Fatur's brain.

This old man always comes when drunk, for whatever reason, rummaging through the quiet life of Fatur, Mama and Fathya while chattering indistinctly. Making the neighbors disturbed, Fathya who shivered from fear, and mama who cried from shame. Fatur has always been a shield, his body became the vanguard to protect mama and Fathya, as a result of energy and stature is not comparable it must fight in a narrow alley, narrow alley, not infrequently the neighbors helped to evict Mr. Fatur.

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