The Love of Doctor

Stay up One Night

...Happy Reading...

The atmosphere of Erik's house was quiet again, only a noise from the gas stove and cooking utensils that were being played by his ART.

His grandchildren have returned to their homes and at a time like this Erik was confused about what to do, he said, as a result, he still stayed in the room while staring at Ella who was combing her hair in front of the mirror.

Never tired of looking at his wife. Although the hair that was black had a lot of whitening, more and more cosmetic tools are applied to the face, but for Ella is still the same. Beautiful, judesnya, wayward, stubborn, efficacious, mesu—oh no, that pervert he is not his wife, he is more dominant if the problem. But, somehow, there is no boredom to say thank you, I love you, which even the listener is tired of listening to.

The only hope is one, when he dies, his wife's hand is the one he holds, driving him away with a beautiful smile.

"Why do you see that I'm rich?!" Ella realized that her husband was watching the way she dressed.

Erik replied with a wry smile, walking closer to his wife. "I love you" she said, turning Ella's body back to the mirror. He whispered back beside his wife's cheek, "thank you, for walking me through it all! We've been together for almost 40 years."

"There's a need for it!" cibir Ella, gently pulling Erik's long nose, was now short at eating age.

Erik did not win his wife's words, the man put his hands on her waist, put his forehead right behind Ella's head, then gently wiggled his nose, the smell of the shampoo Ella had just used. The money is the same, never changed.

Although his wife's body is not as slim as before, but he still likes to hug Ella from this position. More romantic than a front hug that he says will arouse passion.

"Every day I want you." Erik turned Ella's body upside down after enjoying his wife's hair. His fingers allowed Ella's hair to fall back.

"Basic! Let's have breakfast!" take Ella, lead her husband's hand out of the room. But when they arrived at the living room, they both slowed down when they saw the ARTs actually gathered to watch the television show this morning.

Deheman's voice coming out of Erik's lips, startling them all. One of them turned off the television.

"Why turned off?" erik asked, approaching the four ARTs sitting on the carpet. They've taken a step to get away from that place.

"That, Sir ... Nganu, it's mas anu, free" replied a man who had witnessed the news.

"Try on again!" ella orders, her voice softer than her husband's. A person of them then pressed down on the 60-inch television remote that stood on the table. After lighting up, the voices of two morning news hosts sounded soft.

"Hard will be the sound!" Erik's orders. Then took a seat on the sofa, looking forward to the news in front of him.

A man mobbed by reporters moved forward, leaving the courtyard of the KPK building. Until finally his steps stopped because of hearing slander from the person, the man seemed angry with what was being accused of his lawyer.

Bahtiar: I came to this office for nothing! I know who this is, but my legal counsel refused our help. As a real man, I really appreciate his decision. And right, time will open it all up. God will always help at the right time. It's never too late. I have not come out because of anything, but I have been visited by reporters at home, asking me to tell what has happened. But the man actually made rumors that were not true, since then I stayed silent, but not really silent.

Is this related to Mr Martinus, sir?

Bahtiar pulled the left corner of his lips, "Let time answer!"

That's Abhi sir!

A reporter exclaimed when he saw Abhi stepping out of the KPK office building. The reporters turned their cameras on Abhi and Nathan.

"Wait, wait, I want to take a promise first," Bahtiar said again, making some people broadcast his words again. "I want to take a promise," said Bahtiar, his face now turned fierce. "Hey Erik, I won, as you promised, one night with me!" said it.

Ella, who was watching, turned to her grimacing husband when she heard Bahtiar's words.

"So, what are you doing with him?" Look at Ella, try to figure out what Erik has planned.

"Only a bet, if Abhi can be free without my help, we stay up again like that night. I lost, so I had to accompany the man to stay up until morning, play chess!"

"You're willing to leave your wife for another man? You don't believe in Abhi's abilities either!" lamented Ella.

"No papa, honey. Just so I don't keep other women's night together." Erik tried to cheer up, then turned his head back to the television.

"Die in jail later that, people!" sneer Erik, when his television screen was filled with pictures of Martinus.

"Have you got a granddaughter yet, Mas?" ask Ella who is curious.

"Why?"

"Pity" then came the sound of laughter from Ella.

"Obviously losing is the same as me! My son only four he's one. He has no grandchildren. My granddaughter is six." Erik seemed happy to say that.

"Tell me your grandson's name later if I really give you a gift!"

"What was the gift?" ask Erik while taking the pastry from the jar and put it in his mouth.

"Is it later ... massage yes, I want it sorted!" ella's Sweat.

"OK, first Cathaleya, Leonard, Gwen, Ibrahim, Shaqueena, Milena, Sevina, Arsakha—

"Arsakha whose son?"

"Just like the other grandmother" said Erik, who immediately got a pinch on his thigh.

"Sick, Yang, ish!" Erik rubbed a stinging feeling on his thigh. "Well, let's go to Abhi's house!" get Erik to try and control Ella's anger.

"I'm going to ask people to make nyari whose name is Arsakha who knows, there is indeed a blood relationship with you!" Ella got up from the sofa, while Erik just pinched his lips.

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After splitting the number of journalists who surrounded him, Abhi asked Nathan to immediately drive him home. The man was already impatient to hug his wife, or do anything else with Naura.

"Are you sure you don't want to bring souvenirs for your wife?" bargain Nathan.

"No, I can't wait to meet him!"

"Guayaa Lo, yes! He used to say that this heart died with the wounds he had inflicted. Turn to meet his soul mate, emmm .. forgive me!"

"I'm afraid he misses me too much, and it's stressful that I want to get home quickly." Abhi explained his point.

After that they were silent, until Nathan's car entered the courtyard of Abhi's house. Just as Abhi was about to pull the door handle, someone opened the main door of his house.

He gasped at the sight of how dazzling Naura was this morning. The red dress with matching lip color seemed to invite her lips to come immediately to welcome the red lips.

Without hesitation, Abhi stepped forward and silenced the red lips with his. Now their lips are fused together, combined in a sea of longing. Abhi's hands began to move, carrying out his duty to cupper his wife's head, deepening his kiss again. No matter if behind his body there are singles who are shouting at him to stop their activities.

Naura's breath was wheezing, as Abhi let go of her lips. While Abhi's eyes are now emitting a deep sense of longing, it cannot be cured before he succeeds in controlling his wife.

Naura extended her hand to Abhi's lips rubbing Abhi's lower lip with her thumb, "I miss you," Naura said, softly. His eyes were soft, his lips were sweet. Unable to say anything other than longing.

Hearing the words of Muara Abhi who was tempted back to his wife's lips. Long enough they do that, even they both assume Nathan really left his house.

"Breathe, my dear!"

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