The Love of Doctor
Abhi Becomes an Artist
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“Om Abhi, about Abhi, about Abhi!” shaqueena lips repeatedly say the name Abhi, the girl's breath has been blown, because from that moment her feet jumped on the sofa, venting her pleasure at this time. In fact, the girl's smile was endlessly blooming, revealing her carious teeth. “Baim, oh .. Baim! I want to tell you!” jump again, after not getting the approval of his twin brother. “Come quickly! Om Abhi to be an artist!” it is with the same behavior.
That was Shaqueena's response when he saw the handsome and dashing lawyer wearing orange clothes typical of KPK prisoners. The child does not understand, does not know if his om is being slandered by people.
The atmosphere of the house is still low, the adults are still busy in the room. Moreover, Naura, the woman was still unfurling her sajaddas, kowtowing for a long time, when she was hit by problems.
Shaqueena again leaped cheerfully, as she squeezed the remote back into Abhi's visible face. He was proud that Abhi was so popular today.
“Queena ... sit! Fall later!” there was a warning from the opa who had just entered the house.
The nimble, nimble girl quickly turned to the source of the sound, coming down deftly. Even Erik repeatedly rubbed his chest, afraid that the heart was released when he saw Shaqueena's behavior.
The girl then ran cheerfully towards the opa who was still wearing a thick jacket. Shaqueena's tiny hand immediately pulled Erik's wrinkled hand, then led him towards the sofa.
“Om Abhi, Opa! He's a famous artist! This morning sign in tipi!” he said in a jovial tone, typical of young children who have not thought about weight problems.
“O, yes?” Erik pretended to be surprised, as if he had just received the news. Then switch to staring at the 60-inch LED screen in front of him. Erik's right hand deftly grabbed the remote, then turned off the volume of the television. “Om Abhi handsome!” his praise.
“Yes, papa Ken has no sideburns, om Abhi is more handsome!” Shaqueena who does not know anything just follow-up praise Abhi like his opinion. “But, Opa .. earlier someone said bribe, bribe. Om Abhi playing bribes who?”
Erik scratched his nape, trying to find the right reason to answer the babble of the girl who had not even five years. “Samaaa who, huh? Queena can guess?” with a seductive voice Erik pretended to think hard.
The girl shook her head. “What could be the same mama Naura? But, mom at home!” abugn.
“It's been, don't think about it! Ask to take a shower together mbak Susi, later we go for a walk!” erik's word lifted Shaqueena's body off the couch. The girl darted away, away from the family room.
Erik who felt tired, took off the jacket that was still attached to his body, when he was about to attach the jacket on the back of the sofa, his eyes actually passed by Ella who had just come out of the room.
Ella looked indifferent as Erik gave a smile, she walked towards the kitchen without greeting her husband first. Erik who was feeling uncomfortable following Ella, arrived at the kitchen he was expelling his ART to immediately move away.
“So, what were you doing all night out there?” search Ella. “Changing your son-in-law's status as a bribe suspect?” ketusnya without looking at Erik but still his hands busy making chamomile tea for Erik.
“I can't help Abhi!” clear brief. “my friend raise a hand after I tell you sitting problem!”
Ella who heard was breathing was tired. “Get Doni to act!” besought.
“Yes, you calm down first!” ask Erik, draw Ella's hand and lead her towards the dining table.
“You from yesterday asked me to calm down! But there is no increase whatsoever with the case of Abhi, he actually became a prisoner of KPK.” Ella Trus pulled out her curse mumpung state of the house still feels lonely. And his grandchildren won't stand up for this shitty opa. As she was about to throw back her curse, Ella's eyes caught Naura walking down the steps of her house. The girl was dressed neatly in the typical clothes of an office lady.
“Where are you going, Darling?” greet Ella, walking closer towards Naura.
“I must see Abhi, Ma ... his status is now a prisoner! I'm afraid he'll think of me! I'll tell him I'm okay!” naura walked over to the dining table.
“Breakfast first!” Erik followed.
“I just bring a sandwich,” reject Naura he walked closer to the kitchen, took the lunchbox, then filled it with pieces of bread that have been made household assistance.
But, the traffic jam that hit the metropolitan city, made him arrive at the KPK office on time. Clearly, when he set his foot on the building's courtyard, the reporters waiting for him flocked to approach Naura. A little nerveos because honestly he's never been in contact with the media. He slightly covered his face with his hands as he walked into the office of the building.
Mba, Mbak Mbak
The voice of the call followed the question of mutual disdain trying to stop Naura's current steps. But, the woman chose to ignore their call. Until Naura felt something tugging at her bag. He forced his feet to stop. And serve the journalists.
As soon as his body turned around, facing the camera various questions sprung up. There was heat in Naura's ears, as the slanders developed and widened into bad speculation about her husband.
“I won't answer your questions. I just want to say that my husband is just being slandered. Justice for all, including my husband! Thank you.” That was all Naura said. He then entered the office building.
They understand who Naura came for. But at the moment, Abhi is receiving a guest from her lawyer. And the officer asked Naura to wait.
“I'll be in, I'm also Abhi's lawyer!” Naura insisted on wanting to hit the officer who blocked her step. And he got past them. Although after that, his voice shouted to catch Naura. Luckily the officer who met him a few days ago allowed him to enter.
“Pak Abhi is receiving guests,” he said as he guided Naura's steps towards the temporary detention meeting room. After seeing Abhi from a distance he asked the officer to die.
Naura peeked for a moment at Abhi's current condition, the man was talking seriously to Nathan. But, when Abhi realized the arrival, the situation changed 180 degrees, ranging from the look on his face, to the smile from Abhi's lips, which was clearly visible if it was forced by him.
“Hai ..” greet Abhi get out of the seat, then stand next to the table. Both of them were silent, none of them moved from their positions. “Do you still want to hug me? When I see myself wearing this shirt?” Abhi turned around to ask Naura to read the writing that was now printed clearly on her back.
Although Naura felt intense pain in her chest, she held back her tears in front of Abhi. She must not be weak in front of the man, she wants to look fine so as not to add to the burden of her husband.
Naura walks towards the table occupied by Abhi and Nathan. “You've eaten?” naura asked when they were close, then took out the lunch box containing the sandwich she had brought from home.
“Already, dong! Last time eat the same rendang jengkol, use cassava leaves, green sambal!” Abhi rubbed Naura's hair, briefly smelling her scent. He knew for sure last night his wife was waiting for him to come home, his eyes were dark circles because there were too many staying up late.
“Enak dong, I can't even eat.” Naura piled both her palms on top of Abhi's thighs.
“Why?”
“Think you ... what to eat? If only you could send me a message, I wouldn't think of you.”
“I'm fine, Darling ...”
“Jeez, so you guys like this too when at home?” nathan's lips, when he saw the behavior of the two of them.
“Follow! Go there, don't look and listen! Later you to want!” throw Abhi away when he hears Nathan's protest.
“Okey, I'll have breakfast first.” Nathan moved from his seat, quickly went out to find food to fill his stomach, rather than staying in the room for a long time to make his singles soul scream.
But, just as he was about to cross the street to get into one of the cafes. He saw the shadow of Martin giving money to a man dressed in dark blue. Feeling something strange, Nathan quickly captured their activities with his cell phone camera.
“Siap, ready. I'll do it, Sir!” just sounding faint. Nathan could not hear the man's voice. After that, Nathan waited for the car carrying Martinus to leave the front street of the KPK building.
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