The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 31

Answering a question that we clearly know the answer and the truth is very easy. It would be different to answering questions we never knew the truth about. Just to say an answer even the tongue feels funny.

Nayla breaks her arms, not getting an answer from Hasna.

"Sir, how come you're dumb?"

Hasna is increasingly eager to find the right answer to Nayla's question.

"Ah..this must be because of Kak Rama." Suddenly the girl assumed it herself. Hasna turned towards Nayla.

"Yes, Nay is sure that this is because of Kak Rama, who did not get Mbak Hasna Nay take photos. Hmmm.basasar sok jaim, say if you do not want his wife to be seen by another man."

Hasna kept quiet about what her sister-in-law said.

"Start possessive, Brother Rama." More and more just the speech of this one girl. Hasna simply responded with a slightly forced smile.

"Mbak Hasna knew that last night, Rama said, among the three of us, me, Mama and Mbak Hasna, the most beautiful muh mbak Hasna. You said I was pretty just a little more. It's all over me."

Hasna slightly widened her eyes. I could not believe her husband called her the most beautiful. Nayla recounted the time when the older brother called until finally ended up getting plugged in.

"Mbak Hasna did not know how Kak Rama's expression held in shame because I ledekin." The girl also giggled amusedly considering the face of her brother who met red.

Yes, for this time he believes because he was in the position of Rama, when he was the victim of bullying his sister-in-law.

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After breakfast, Hasna went straight to the restaurant. Given this weekend, the restaurant is very crowded.

Nayla, meanwhile, prefers to work on her script, which lives thirty percent more on campus. The library is the place he chose.

After putting her bag and laptop on the end table, Nayla immediately looked for some books to reference.

Nayla is focused on her work. The fingers continue to move on the keyboard, occasionally seen turning the pages of the book on the right side.

I don't feel like time has even shown me lunch hour. After tidying up all her books and laptops, Nayla immediately went to the cafeteria to fill her stomach that was struggling to be filled.

Not even until the cafeteria, his steps were stopped by Bian.

"Ckk.move not lo. I'm really laper, there's no energy for ladenin lo." Ketus Nayla's.

"In habit, suudzon mulu lo same me." Nayla rolled her eyes puffed. Prefer to continue on to the canteen.

Nayla orders her food and drinks, and Bian sits right in front of her. The girl was completely indifferent to the man who had been following her since from the corridor.

"Today I'm buying." Say Bian while making up his sweet smile.

Nayla who had not noticed him, immediately turned to look at the man.

"Why lo, kesambet? Tumben's suddenly good?" Nayla was a little surprised by Bian's words. Because they are not close friends.

Bian scratched his non-itchy head. While thinking about the right reasons not to be discovered if there is a desire.

"Gue.want to ask for help lo, Nay."

Nayla knitted her eyebrows together hearing Bian's words just now. Tumben once the guy asked for his help. Not that he also has his own bestie yes, why ask for his help even on him.

"Do not look at me. I know I'm cute. But sorry, I'm not interested in you." Instantly Nayla throws her lips. Really ngeselin. The guy was laughing.

Orders came, undoing the intention of Nayla who had taken the horses to spray the restless man in front of her with a thousand words.

For a moment they both enjoyed their lunch. Nayla is really hungry, no longer hugging the man in front of her now.

Enjoy a bowl of chicken noodles, plus other complementary spices, as well as a chilli flush on top. The louder the stomach.

Nayla really enjoyed her lunch this time, really good. It was seen several times that the girl closed her eyes, enjoying the taste as well as the scent of the strong grappling in her tongue and the smell.

"A lot of paper lo?" Bian asked, because the man noticed Nayla's movements earlier.

"No need to be noisy, eat sono." Nayla said after swallowing her food.

Finally Bian did the same thing, then began to enjoy the chicken noodles that were still steaming in front of him.

For a moment both dissolved in the pleasure of campus canteen chicken noodles. Eventually, Bian opened his voice.

"Help me deletin lo dong's brother, Nay."

His voice was not loud anyway, still in the normal volume of the ear. But success made Nayla a little surprised, to choke on her food.

Uhuk uhuk uhuk

Nayla took a glass of her cold drink. Then take it slowly.

"Nay you're not papa?"

Bian became worried, because the girl's cough in front of him never stopped. Moreover, seeing his white face was already flushed, making Bian even more panicked.

Bian immediately stood beside Nayla, patting her on the back. Trying to make the girl's cough subside. But it made Nayla cry.

"Neng Nayla why?" There was the sound of the canteen mother starting to panic as well.

"Drink first or neng." Say the canteen mother again while giving a glass of water to Nayla.

Moments later, Nayla's condition began to improve. The burning sensation that spread in the throat, nose and ears is also slowly reduced.

The girl snatched the tissue in front of her, cleaning up the remnants of water in her nose as well as the corner of her eye.

"Thank you, Mom." Nayla said kindly to the canteen guard's mother.

"Take care of neng, be careful eating." Nayla just nodded, then the canteen mother came back to the back.

"Nay, are you okay?" Ask Bian again. The young man was really anxious this time.

Not answering, precisely the death blow landed on the young man's arm in a row. Bian could only dispel using both hands, as Nayla's punch was actually using deep power. It hurts to the bone.

"Damn Biaaaannn.... You made me sprain, it feels almost koit me. Nasty you ya." Omel Nayla glared sharply, but his hand did not stop hitting Bian.

"Nay, for Christ's sake."

"No word of mercy." Again, Nayla increasingly aggressively hit Bian's arm, so his sprain.

"Nay, this includes the realm of KDRT loh." Now Bian's speech succeeded in making Nayla stop the movement of her hand.

"KDRT nutmeg lo? Who am I?" Sewot the girl.

"Lo my sister-in-law's candidate." The young man replied quickly. "Sick to know?" Bian rubbed his hot arm. Forgive me, the girl next to him is slender, but her strength looks like a coolie.

"What do you mean?"

Bian scratched his head that was not itchy, trying to hide his feelings.

"What do you mean, say I'm your sister-in-law?" Tanya Nayla was full of emphasis.

"Gue..gue likes your sister."

Nayla's two eyes fused perfectly, even with her mouth opening uncontrollably so surprised to hear Bian's confession.

"It's usually Nay, don't do it."

Instantly Nayla regained her senses and normalized her facial expression.

"Don't tell me that lo_"

"Yes really. I like your brother. I fell in love at first sight with her." Not even the sentence was finished, Bian had already snatched.

"Heeehhhh, whose name is playboy, from the stone age to the digital age of kayaking now, surely by the way, I fell in love at first sight." Nayla said with facial mimicry and intonation made to mee-menye.

"Aaaahh... Stale lo." Led again.

"Nay's oath, since the meeting in the cafeteria at that time, the beautiful face of your brother is constantly in my brain."

"Hmmm..just say if the girls you deketin have started not to respect again the same lo. They've found guidance, so as to avoid the snares of crocodile kampret like lo."

Hufftts

Bian breathed a rough sigh hearing Nayla's long ravings, along the Friday sermon.

"Lo can't believe it, Nay's the same as me."

"Emang not." Keto.

"Gue is really entangled in the charm of your brother. Her beauty, her elegance, her smile, her eyes, her demeanor, ahhh. And it's not in the girls I've ever deciphered." Said Bian reassuringly.

The girl let out a rough breath, trying to give Bian the right answer. For the young man to be sure if the brother in question is his brother-in-law.

"Bi, I would have told you the same, if my sister was married. The woman who was my sister's wife yesterday. He's my brother-in-law. My brother's a guy." Nayla said as calmly as possible.

"Udah is Nay, you don't have to lie everything. I know that you don't like me deletin brother lo, I'm not a good guy. But at least I have a good side. Everyone has a past, but not always his life is as bad as his past, is it?"

Nayla was confused to explain. Bian seemed to be earnest with his words.

"The problem is, Miss Hasna is my sister-in-law, Bian." Nayla was still trying to convince the young man beside her.

"What's the proof if he's your brother-in-law? Give me one piece of evidence let me be sure if he's your brother-in-law."

Nayla was silent not answering. The girl was confused, by what evidence she convinced Bian. The man seemed to be demanding answers.

"Lo doesn't have it, right? If if he had been married, you would still have a digital trace of his marriage, right? Try pointing me out." Bian raises his right hand to Nayla waiting for Nayla to show her a photo or video of her phone.

Nayla painstakingly swallowed her saliva. The evidence Bian asked for was that he had none. Her sister's marriage was in the hospital. No wedding rings, let alone a wedding book. Duh, the more dizzy it becomes.

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