The Love of Doctor
Extra Part: Naura's Love Story
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NAURA gasped, upon realizing something. He remembered Rani's words before he was wrapped in a dream, without a second thought, he immediately ran towards the bathroom to prepare.
Overnight. Rani tells him, if there is a strange client bin ajib, ask him to come at exactly 9 am. Unfortunately, his client asked him to come alone should not be represented. And forced, Naura obeyed the old man's wishes. I hope nothing bad will happen to him.
After the bath, Naura immediately wore a silk peach blouse, combined with a black pencil skirt that clearly printed the curves of her slender waist. His hands deftly tied his original hair. Then, applying the famous brand of powder on the face, after he was ready to reach for the briefcase and rushed out of the apartment, walking quickly to the elevator.
When he saw the elevator door was about to close he ran small, holding the door in his hand. He let out a tired sigh when he found the man in front of him. It's going to be bad today, he's sure. He muttered, but inevitably he had to come in.
Without greeting the man, he took out a small lipstick and glass from inside the bag, wearing the calm red object to his thin lips. Assuming the man behind her is a cold-faced zombie who is unable to prey on her.
The man cleared his throat. With tightly clenched hands. "How can a man not be tempted, if there is a woman's butt in front of him like this," he said in the morning treated to an extraordinary view. "And this, here! one of the reasons for the increase in divorce rates. Because without them knowing, it was precisely the woman who first seduced the man."
Naura closed her lipstick, turning her body towards Abhi. Expel 'handsome' praise from her brain. "So .. are you tempted?!" Naura raised her lips that were already as red as cherry.
"Snurvy!" cetus Abhi bergedik.
"Can I flirt with Mr Abhi if I want to?" Naura repeated her actions again. Once satisfied he turned his body back to the elevator door. Laughing inwardly at the sight of Abhi's strange-looking gelagat. However, he suddenly felt Abhi's burly hand clutching his arm tightly. Not only did his skin feel warm, but it also made his heart rustle lightly.
The man shifted his body to face the elevator wall. "Look, it's a spinster don't like teasing married men out there! Better find a single guy! You see!" Abhi pointed at Naura's temple. "Age above 30 years, wrinkles on the face will be more obvious! How long will you be a virgin? And remember the productive age of the woman is between 25-45 years. Count, how long it will take for your suburb to disappear!" the sarcasm, without fading the expression of a cold face.
While Naura's face could not be conditioned, she was angry at Abhi's humiliation, which was true. He turned his body roughly towards Abhi. Then laugh happily, to cover up the upset. "Sir Abhi, please be self-conscious dong! Your age is no longer young! You are also single! Owh, wait .. May I count your gray hair?" he said, bending both hands in front of his chest. Disconnecting from Abhi's view he somehow feels that the man is enjoying his assets.
"No pity, the same seagulls never got taken out! Usually men your age, there are many who carry children, two, three, or even four."
"My sister is
Ting!
Naura's words were cut off, as the elevator doors opened wide. He did not want to continue the debate, because there were many people who wanted to get into the elevator.
"I'm not done yet, so I'm in a hurry. We'll finish it later!" he whispered while walking backwards, pointing at Abhi's chest with his index finger, without any slightest touch. "Revident virgin gue! Remember that!" he remembered again, then left Abhi who was still flat-faced without expression.
The huft!
Naura let out a rough breath after making it out of that creepy narrow space. "Not knowing who he is, who I am!" He muttered, walking towards the basement looking for the whereabouts of his car.
Arriving in the car he pulled his hair, combed for a bit, gave some hair vitamin sprays, then observed the appearance of his face in front of the small glass of his mobis, looked at his temples, is it true what the man said? His lips pursed in annoyance, he immediately looked for his phone in the bag.
After the call is connected, "Ran, schedule me to come to Skin Care, today!" demand's firm. "O, yes reservations on behalf of others, this type of anti-aging treatment! If you've confirmed, call me immediately!" it's relentless.
"But, Mom! There's a meeting with Mr. Martinus."
"Yes, I mean after my meeting with him!" Naura replied firmly, half cursing at the woman on the other end of the phone.
"Good, Mom." After Rani approves her request, she turns off the call. And immediately focus on driving.
By the time Naura got there, the gate was already wide open. He paused for a moment as a security guard waved at him.
"I'm an invited advocate, Mr. Martin," Naura said, handing out a business card. The fattened guard frowned.
Just now someone claimed an advocate came to see his employer, then which is right? thought in the heart.
"Can you wait a minute! I'll confirm the insider first." Naura nodded, she chose to wait in the car. While fixing her make up.
Mr. Martinus, is an 86-year-old man. He is one of the most famous businessmen in Jakarta. Successful in the airline transport business. But, Naura did not understand, at such a mature age (ralat, so old) still intend to divorce the wife. And now he's trying to figure out the real problem.
"Please come in, Mom!" the command of the security guard in dark uniform, opened the door of Naura's car. And ask Naura out of the car."There was a lawyer coming. But, don't know why you told me to come in, either." The security guard showed the main house where his master was waiting.
Naura regretted why not bring her car closer to the entrance only. He was tired, having to walk about 60 meters. Especially with her stomach that has not filled anything. He was tormented, because the last time he only ate vegetables made by his mother Abhi.
"Sir, please take this mother to the Father's room, yes!" The security guard spoke to a middle-aged woman.
"Come, Mom!" he asked Naura to follow in his footsteps.
The feeling was called, Mom! That's how it is, me! His grunts were inwardly, while walking following the middle-aged woman in front of him.
Again, he had to walk longer, his legs were sore, especially with high heels as high as 4 cm, this was too torturous. Martinus' house is so luxurious, a typical Turkish building with several towering pillars, dominated by gold everywhere, soft carpets that are willing to pass by some pets. He was not amazed, only slightly shook his head because he saw the luxury presented.
"Please, Mom!" The woman pushed the door, and asked him to come in. Naura nodded, and thanked the middle-aged woman. Then look up, look for the owner of the house. But, what he found was precisely the man who had made his mood crumble this morning.
The man was smiling proudly, staring fixedly at him. I don't know what that guy is feeling. But it looks like he is winning a horse race.
"Good morning, Mr. Abhi," he said politely, trying hard to remove his sense of shame on Abhi.
"Assalamu'alaikum, pe-" Abhi smiled, "Mother Naura."
"Wa'alaikumsalam, don't start!" his sweat while throwing rough his buttocks on the empty seat opposite Abhi. Long enough they are silent, stealing each other's eyes, until awkwardness is created between them. Until finally ....
"Well ... has come, apparently!?" The baritone voice filled the room that had been quiet. Both of them turned to the source of the sound.
Abhi immediately stood up, walking up to Martinus who was still in the doorway. Then he greeted the white-haired man. The man replied by patting Abhi on the back.
"Sit around!" martinus' orders. Asking Abhi to return to his original seat.
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