Shackles Love Wife Saving Mr. Doctor

Returning home

Since that night together, Dr. Fikri and Dr. Nike are now getting closer, and Fikri is also in the process of divorce.

Looks like the presence of Nike can make the Man out of a slump. Fikri also did not bother about the divorce that was going through the process.

This afternoon Doctor Labor was deliberately waiting for Nike, there was something he wanted to talk about.

"Hi, shht!" exclaim Fikri gave a code to the girl who was down the hallway of the RS.

"Don't know who called you that. Why?" nike asked raising his eyebrows.

"You got a car?" tanya Fikri aligned her steps with Nike.

"He bring. Why why?"

"I'm a jerk, yes" said the man.

"Well, which doctor's car?" asked Nike astonished, Fikri tumben-tumbenan nebeng.

"Ah, my car is again having problems. I called the workshop guy to pick him up, ", said the man with an alibi.

"Hmm, fine, but you don't have any ulterior intentions do you, Doc?" ask the girl suspiciously.

"Geez, do you think I look like a bad guy?"

"Yes is, because you've been..."

"Why ever?" asked Fikri curious because Nike's speech stopped.

"Ah, I mean you've been naughty, drunk," elak Nike.

"Well, the name is also khilaf, fortunately there are you who helped me, otherwise I may not know if my life will be as good as it is today," said Fikri felt sorry for having escaped his heart wound on the drink, he hoped the drink could eliminate heartache and disappointment even for a moment.

"Here I drive," said Fikri asked for the four-wheeled vehicle keys to Nike.

"Eh, no, let me just," Nike quickly refused. The woman was still wondering why doctor Fikri suddenly wanted to go home with her.

"Well, are you doubting me?"

"Who am I doubting. You don't usually take my Ama" answered Nike looking suspiciously.

On the way, they were just silent, busy with their own thoughts.

"Sir, stop by the cafe, yes, we have lunch first, will you?" bargain Fikri with a different call and of course make Nike want to vomit to hear it.

"What, Grandpa?" nike asked to repeat again to make sure.

"Why? Nausea is the horror. Haha... Evil really you, Ke," said the man who can guess himself.

"Whoa, I think I'd like to puke. Hah, basic Mardud, not yet ketok hammer has been playing men's girls," said Nike staring lazy.

"Eh, can not be angry dong Pertu, if you like it, you deserve not to practice. How do you want to do it, it is even angry, huh, Mother Earth, if this is not a man who wants to take you apart from me. Check Cheque," said Fikri while raising his eyebrows.

"Wih, wih, very light lips when talking. It's good to say I'm a spinster. Look, soon God will send me the perfect mate."

"I am your perfect soul mate!" fikri Sahut is full of confidence.

"Haish, start, ah, let's go down. He said he wanted to eat, "the girl finally ended the endless debate.

"Ah, Nike," said Fikri, grabbing the girl's hand as she was about to get off.

"What's up, Doc?"

"Seriously, I want to marry you" said the man who made Nike's face red, and her heart beat erratically. This is totally beyond her expectations.

"Why are you quiet?" asked Fikri back because he did not get a response from the woman.

"I'm sorry, Doc, better get your business done in court first. I don't want to say the cause of the destruction of your household" Nike explained.

"After my divorce, do you want to be my wife?"

"We'll see" replied the girl, who made Fikri's brain throb, hearing a gray answer. But it's okay, he'll try to convince the woman's heart.

Seriate.....

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