The Love of Doctor

Extra Part: Naura's Love Story

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The second floor of Erik's house, inside Naura's room. The mature woman hid her face under a thick blanket. His skin warmed when he remembered what happened a few tens of minutes ago. Both of Naura's hands patted loudly on the bed she was currently in, feeling that it was not only the girl who could describe it. Flowering, pounding, painful, but strangely he could be that shy when he was close to Abhi.

"What are you doing, Na?" the sound of questioning from Ella made her surprised, with a red face like a cherry ready for harvest, Naura opened her blanket.

"You overheated? How red is that face?" look at Ella who understands her daughter's attitude.

"Emmm .. No, it's cold here" he said.

"Well, mama knows! Don't you think it's a guy?"

"Ma ...."

"Sure, nih. Let's be honest you flanked? Don't be weird, huh!?" Ella urged Naura to tell him the truth. He did not want Naura to lose her crown before marriage.

"No, we don't do anything, really! It's just our noses that accidentally meet, and it makes Nana's whole body heat up." Naura explained with an unstoppable feeling of shame.

And Ella as much as possible held back the laughter, seeing Naura's innocence. Yeah, that's how her daughter, never dating, just going out with Maura or Alea she never left the house. "You like it the same, him?" Ella tried to guess her daughter's heart.

"Huh, like?" naura's eyes were perfectly rounded. "No, Ma! The refrigerator man has no plus," he said loudly.

"Don't do that! Cool loh, tall, muscled, minced. How else to find out, try? Hanif doesn't want to, that's not going to!"

"I told papa nih, mama muji another man." threatened Naura.

"Well, say it, no papa." Ella looked indifferent to Naura's threat. "O, how can you be like him?"

Naura begins to tell the true events, from she can one car with Abhi to getting injured like this. Almost 30 minutes just to hear Naura's story. It is clearly a happy hue from Naura's face, when she tells of her friendship with Abhi.

"Ma, tell me the same old man told me to get my car and my phone! I can't live without a cell phone, other than a job, yesterday I just followed one of the online novels, I'm curious about the continuation."

"Tell yourself to your father, if he allows it, anyway. Okay aja. But it doesn't seem like it will, surely he's asking you to take a break first."

"Ma, Mama help persuade dong!" As the seduction began to sound, the devastated Ella finally promised to persuade her husband.

At the same time, on the first floor. Erik sat leaning against the chair, half lying with his hands in front of his chest. His eyes did not break looking at the man in front of him. He was still waiting for his art to prepare a drink for Abhi.

After the ART presented the banquet on the table, Erik asked him to leave immediately, warning not to eavesdrop on their conversation. Erik felt safe asking his first question.

"Include yourself, we never seem to have formally met." Erik picked up the legged glass that had been delivered art, soaking his throat with a cold syrup of cocopandan flavor.

Abhi took a deep breath, trying to be relaxed, but could not, this was tense. Even more tense than dealing with the lecturer who tested it first.

"I—Abhichandra Damanik, original Stylist

"Damanic?" Erik interrupted Abhi's introduction, and the man in front of him nodded in response. "I have a friend, his family is King Cuckoo, do you know him, his name is Samsul Bahri, he has a pastor wife of 1 child 2, 1 guy 2 girls."

Abhi could not figure out why Erik asked her that. He clearly did not know who it was, he wanted to cry alone, afraid that a wrong answer would trouble his position later on.

"Sorry, Tuann—

"Huh? What do you call me? Since when do you work here?!" Erik leaned his body slightly, asking for an answer.

Abhi who saw that, his body suddenly stiffened, his vocal cords seemed damaged, unable to move even though he just answered Erik's question. Until someone comes along and joins them.

"Who?" the man asked, pointing towards Abhi.

"not nobody. He's the guy who kidnapped Nana."

"Nana's kidnapped?" I heard the ruckus from the man. "Bakalan is what kidnapped your son." Damar chimed in, considering his only niece who was so unique.

"Just go straight, to the core. Do you love Nana?" ask Erik.

Abhi returned Erik's gaze, then gave a faint smile. "Before we go further. Can I ask you?" Now Abhi is bracing himself.

"Please!"

Silence in the air, accompanied Abhi who was composing courage. "What Father, do not dispute about social status. I'm here to be honest from the beginning, if I'm just a regular lawyer, not from a distinguished family like Naura."

Erik glanced at Damar who was blasting his lips. "Parent's job, just take her kids to the door of happiness. If Nana loves you and you can repay her love, why not? Our family doesn't bother with it."

Abhi smiled widely. "Thank you for the answer."

"Then?"

"Then?!" Abhi asked back with a frown. Express confused.

"How's it going?" Erik was furious, because Abhi could not understand.

"We're just 2 days away, sir. So, it may still take time to approach. If you allow it, let time answer everything." Abhi explained honestly, although he liked being on Naura's side, but he did not want to rush. He wanted to ascertain first what feelings were now attacking him.

"Ow, that!"

"Well, we always had different opinions."

Erik nodded his head, "But, you also don't buy too much time. It's nothing, actually there is a man who wants to ask for her, but we can only obey our daughter. He said he didn't want to marry Hanif."

"Haniff?!"

"Yes, I don't know what the problem is, it looks like Nana has a bad past with Hanif." Erik explained what his suspicions were. The atmosphere was silent again, Damar who had been listening to their chatter started to make a sound.

"How many brothers are you?"

"Just two."

"Old man, is there still?"

"Lied mama. Papa left three years ago."

"Accident?"

"Bu—not."

"Continue?!"

"Heart attack." The two men of that age nodded, then stopped the question for Abhi. Feeling excessive fear Abhi ran away and did not take an approach.

Coincidentally when Abhi enjoyed the snack in front of him, there was the sound of Adzan Zuhur reverberating. Erik immediately led them into the mosque, asking Abhi to take the front spot, leading the prayer.

"Wouldn't you do it, Father?" abhi said trying to escape.

"Oh, can't! You're in front. Or the deal's off."

Abhi breathed a rough breath, questioning repeatedly.

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