Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Bonchap: Fikri Oh Fikri

Astoge bonus chapter, wkwkwk. Consider this a special chapter for lovers of Fikriansyah Fatdil Pradana aka Babang Fikri kriting.

Happy reading.

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This episode opens with the most mainstream scenes. Especially if it's not a waking scene.

Nevan stretched her body while scratching her head without opening her eyes. Then, his hand touched the side of the bed and did not find Gantari beside him, until now his eyes were successfully opened.

Nevan jumped out of bed and headed straight for the pantry. His wife must have been there and yes.

"Why is it still cooking, Dihyan? We have agreed on all the work in the Pure Bi handle. I don't want you to be tired." Nevan rushes Gantari from behind and hugs her. Drown his face into the niche of the wife's neck, very comfortable.

"Because a mulu hit seems worse than a sagging effect" Gantari said, then turned her body when Nevan released a hug and inched backwards while pouting.

"Pure Bi kasian part if you do homework alone," continued Gantari.

Also true. Bi Pure is old, pity that everything is charged to him. "Later on we'll find some extra energy."

"It's not that easy, Mas Dion."

"Yes, already. If we want to eat, we just have a message."

Gantari glanced at Nevan sharply. "Don't you like my cooking?"

Nevan widened her eyes, then immediately shook her head strongly. "It's not that, honey. I just don't want you to be tired."

"But I don't like food to buy" said Gantari, then stirred the eggs again. It seems like he's preparing to make an omelette.

Nevan tried to rack his brain. His wife is stubborn, so the only way is ....

"Yes, already. I'm the cook."

Gantari turned her body around again, staring at Nevan full of probing.

"Why? You know, right, I can cook too?"

"Or."

"Continue?"

"Will you wake up in the morning, cook? Home from work, cook?"

"Capable! For your sake." Nevan shifts Gantari's body and takes over the job of the wife cooking this morning.

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It seems that it was agreed, Nevan really went straight to the kitchen after performing the Fajr Salat. But calm down, Bi Murni was on standby to help Nevan while smiling and the lyrics from earlier.

"Why, Bi?" ask Nevan. He clearly knew, that from earlier Bi Pure continued to smile.

"Seneng, deh, if many husbands think of his wife as Mas Nevan."

Nevan chuckles. He turned the faucet to wash the freshly finished vegetables in the cut. "Many are better, Bi."

"But in my eyes, you're the best." Gantari appears and immediately hugs Nevan from behind. Then, resuscitating his head on the wide back of the husband, to make Bi Murni smile again.

Lucky, because now Bi Murni is accustomed to the sight of lack of morals, so no doubt. Sensitive Pure Bi chose to stay away and prepared the cutlery.

"Mass?"

"Hm?"

"Take Fikri home, dong."

Nevan's hand movements stopped. He turned the faucet again and automatically the water stopped pouring from there. Then, turn his head on Gantari who was still resting on his back.

"Why? You want to give him a job?"

"No. Want to eat together."

"Huh?" Nevan dried her hands using a napkin, then twisted her body, to make Gantari frown because of her comfort was disturbed. "Did Fikri eat?"

"Pengen aja."

"Can't."

"Yes, already!" Gantari stomped her feet firmly to the floor, then moved towards the room. Lately, Gantari has become very spoiled.

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Finally, Gantari remains the winner. Despite his heavy heart, Nevan still invited Fikri to lunch at home. In fact, his wife was cooking an extra side dish.

"We've agreed, you can't cook anymore, Dihyan."

"So in the morning you just cooked fried chicken with spinach. Not good, dong same guest."

"So you cook specially for me?" sambar Fikri bright cheerful. When else can he make Nevan hot?

"Yes, I hope you like it."

Heh?

Inevitably, Nevan must massage the chest. Patience, this is just the effect of Gantari's pregnancy. But why should Fikri, try?

Basic Fikri who hobbies take advantage of the situation, he so enjoyed his lunch. He doesn't know that Nevan is planning a revenge mission.

"You don't get tired, yeah, Gantari. Degerin said Mas Dion, so he's attentive, you know."

It's magical! Gantari nodded obediently. Yes, God .. give Nevan patience so he doesn't turn the dinner table.

"Have you checked yet?"

"The plan is tomorrow afternoon. You're coming, yeah!"

Brak! Nevan's patience limit has run out. He kicked down the dining table and Gantari immediately turned to him with a plain look.

"Can you, Mas?"

"By, dong. For you and the baby. Isn't that Mr Nevan?" Fikri.

Nevan's jaw had hardened, but Gantari stared at him with a twinkle of hope, until Nevan again collapsed.

"Byeah" Nevan answered almost choked.

"SILHAHA!" Fikri immediately laughed satisfied. Yes, he was very satisfied to see Nevandra Ardiona, the superior full of authority to die of ticks like this.

"See you tomorrow afternoon, Gantari."

"See you, Fikri."

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Gantari refused to go to the Hospital because Fikri had not yet arrived. He was sitting on the terrace chair with his hands folded in front of his chest while pouting.

"Why didn't you guys, anyway, just now?"

"He's still got work to do, honey."

"Some of why I give him so much work!"

Nevan looked at Gantari in horror, then pulled her own hair. Actually Gantari's husband is himself or Fikri's whimper, anyway?

All right, the pedicab, uh, Fikri called. So, Nevan's hair didn't fall out. He showed his phone to Gantari so that his wife saw for herself the name that was plastered there. Then, Nevan answered Fikri's call and directly touched the loud speaker mode.

"On the road. I went straight to the hospital, yeah."

"Yes, it's already."

"Loe slowly bring the woman of my heart."

"GILAKKK!"

And ... Fikri laughed again. Nevan put his phone back in his pocket with a look that almost exploded. Then, he looked down at Gantari.

"You leaving now? The prince of the white horse is on the street, huh."

"But! Jealousy," said Gantari casually, then moved from his seat and walked towards the car parked in the yard. Then, he looked again at Nevan who had not yet moved. "the hunt! It was a hurry."

Yeah, God. Give the servant patience.

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Fikri has arrived first and sits with a cool pretentious in front of the room obstetrician. He immediately stood up and greeted Gantari sweetly when he saw the two men arrive.

"No Deg-degan, Tar?"

"It's normal!"

It wasn't Gantari who answered, it was Nevan. Ever since the car, Nevan has been pouting. His mood turned upside down because the wife was more concerned with personal assistants.

Fikri who saw the chaotic look of Nevan, immediately raised his chin on Gantari who was immediately greeted with his shoulders lifted by his superior wife. Fortunately, a mother with a distended stomach came out of the room accompanied by a nurse who immediately approached Gantari.

"Sorry, have you made an appointment, ma'am?"

"Already, on behalf of Gantari Dihyan Irawan." Nevan answered.

The Sister examined the sheet of paper in her hand, then nodded. "Please, just go in."

Gantari is tense. He silently stared at the lady with the face of the wood, making the sister comment on a smile.

"It's okay. Come in" he said friendly. "The husband's company can be."

Gantari turned her head quickly towards Nevan with a tense face. Phew! Thank goodness he turned towards Nevan.

"Come on! Mas."

Nevan widened her eyes dramatically, then pointed to herself. "Aren't you wrong?"

"But!" Gantari giggled amusedly, then grabbed Nevan's arm spoiled. "His father is you."

"Thank you for your snot" Nevan quipped, but Gantari did not care anymore. He immediately pulled Nevan into the poly room.

Outside, Fikri waited impatiently. Actually, he wanted to enter because he was just as curious. But his intention was better he undo than later battered by Nevan.

Inwardly, Fikri hopes to meet a beautiful, sweet, gentle, and kind doctor or nurse who wants to be called a wife. His own fate continues.

Not yet had his hopes realized, Gantari and Nevan came out with a face of sumringah. Fikri stood up from his seat and approached the two of them.

"Where's my nephew?"

"Thank God be healthy." Gantari shed her tears, causing Fikri to worry. Meanwhile, Nevan has embraced the wife in her arms.

"It's good to cry, Tar?"

"From that it was crying" told Nevan, then rubbed the head of Gantari.

Fikri looked at Nevan and Gantari inside. To be honest, he saluted the couple in front of him. So many problems that they have gone through, but all they pass well despite having to be trained.

Fikri rubbed his eyes which somehow suddenly dewy, then smiled back.

"Chick or boy? I hope, anyway, girls let me scuff."

"Gilak!"

Fikri laughed out loud again. It seems he was a hobby of laughter, making Nevan almost throw it with a Gantari bag that he was carrying. However, Fikri deftly dodged, until ...

Dugm!

"Aw!" Fikri rubbed his forehead which was somehow against what, but it hurt as well. He looked up and found a woman with ponytail hair was also rubbing her forehead.

Fikri's smile expanded, but it soon disappeared when the pigtail lady loudly said, "Please keep your attitude! It's in the Hospital."

Nevan locked his mouth tightly, as did Gantari. They better be spectators.

"Who said it's an airport, who?"

The woman looked at Fikri sharply, then chose to go from there with a run.

"He who runs, he who runs. That's a terrible person."

"Don't, that's it, Fik."

"Yes, she's a big girl."

Nevan and Gantari chimed in almost simultaneously.

"That's not a girl. The lion!"

Nevan doesn't want to interfere anymore, neither does Gantari. They would move home when a nurse came in a panic and asked her colleagues.

"Sus! See doctor Nawa?"

"Bust pass by while running. Is there a patient in the field?"

The little sister shook her head. "Dad doctor Nawa died."

The deg! Fikri's footsteps stopped, as did Nevan and Gantari.

"Yes, God. When?"

"So before Nawa's doctor walked into the operating room."

The feathers of Gantari bristles. He turned to look at Fikri who was still staring listening to the conversation of two sisters near them.

"Aren't there any other doctors who can replace it?"

"Nothing. I'm wanted, no one can, so do not want Nawa doctor to stay in the operating room first. I see doctor Nawa every now and then."

I don't know what else the two nurses were talking about because Gantari immediately nudged Fikri's arm.

"Guilders, Fik."

Fikri did not answer. He just put on a thin smile.

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Fikri lovers already seneng, dong, yes 🤭

Btw, have you read Young Master Comforter Woman, not yet? The story is getting uwu, loh... Female Entertainer Young Master update in Ka-Be-eM, yes ... but if you want the free version please read in Cwitan App (but be patient because I update gradually, 2 chapters/day).

it's a sighting that's in a green country, yeah ...

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LOPE GEDE anyway.