The Love Story of Citra

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I woke up from sleep when I heard Azan Dawning, and rushed into the bathroom to clean up. After that go straight outside from the bathroom and want to wear clothes. However, I feel like something is spilling.

"Don't today dong, because there was an important meeting when I came to the moon," I said while looking down, and sure enough the moon came.

I immediately rushed to the dressing and got ready to go to the kitchen to make herbs, as usual when I came to the moon because the stomach cramps were very sick to make me have to drink the herbal medicine.

The pain in my stomach was getting worse and more made me unable to make herbal medicine, and I sat on the bench holding my stomach while holding the pain and pain into one.

"Oh my God, it hurts so much. How am I going to work today? Where there is an important meeting," I said while enduring the current pain.

The pain once felt, not as usual I can still bear and now can not.

"Tante Dilla!" I cried while crying, because the pain made me want to vomit.

So hurt. However, no one heard my screams so I called Mr. Yogi. Whether I was confused or wanted to get his attention I called him.

Call connected and I immediately spoke without giving him an answer.

📞Pak Yogi's.

I'm.

[Sir Yogi, help me hurt so much!]

I'm.

[Nobody heard me!]

After speaking I immediately disconnected the phone, because my stomach ache was getting painful.

"Uncle Sam! Help me!" my yelling. However, there was absolutely no answer from one resident of my uncle's house until I fell.

"Ohhhhkk!"

I screamed as my head hurt so much, mixed with the nausea that came along with the headache.

'Allah, why are the inhabitants of this house deaf? Usually not like this. Please servant, O Allah, my inner man, pray that the inhabitants of my uncle's house will not be deaf anymore when I am sick like this.

The sound of motor sport stopped and there was a rare foot inside, because I had opened the door before entering the kitchen.

"Please!" I shouted so that someone I had confirmed was Mr. Yogi to come and help me.

"Partner!"

I was silent to the voice of the man I hated so much all this time, and why not the voice of Mr. Yogi. Yea?

The man immediately raised my body and I saw his face. I immediately beat her body.

"Take me off!" my yelling. However, he did not bully her and directly brought my body outside the house.

I'm very upset. However, the pain I felt had to endure the resentment and resentment towards Bang Eril. Somehow he knew I was sick and Mr Yogi didn't come?

"Take me off!" I shouted again, as he lifted my body onto his motor sport.

"Shut up, you're sick, aren't you?" tanyanya while driving her sports bike very quickly, made me hug her from behind very tightly.

'If it doesn't hurt, I won't be willing to be with him anything else until he hugs his sure body, always embraced by that rotten ja-lang!' my inner.

During the trip I kept quiet and endured the pain that seemed to be so, until I was limp and had no more energy when I got to the hospital.

After I got to the hospital, I just kept quiet when Bang Eril took me inside the ER and the sisters stuck an infusion needle in my hand.

After five minutes passed I immediately fell asleep, maybe something was injected into the infusion bottle so I slept.

Three hours later ...

I woke up and the pain was no longer there, and I was already in the hospital room. Then my eyes glanced to the side where Bang Eril was there.

Very lazy I took a deep breath.

"What are you doing here for?" I asked very lazily to speak to him.

The man smiled and stroked my hair very gently. Oh, geez. I forgot to wear the hijab to the kitchen and, right now, I wear my pajamas.

'Astaghfirullah, I don't wear the hijab?' my inner.

I deflected her hand, for she was so disgusted that she stroked your beautiful hair with her dirty hands.

"I asked Mr. Yogi, who came instead of you!" I said very carefully to him.

In fact, he saved me from the pain I felt earlier. Whether I care if he saves me or not.

Because I was still very upset and hurt at him, plus he now has a girlfriend while I. There was absolutely no substitute for him even though there was already a man who entered my heart.

"Darling, we haven't broken up yet" he replied with a very god-level peda.

I immediately smiled knots then got up and sat down while staring intently at him.

"Eh, Bambang! You got a glass in the house?" I was very upset to hear her words.

Where have we not broken up? What is very clear is that our relationship ran aground like a song title. I feel very sorry to have met that Bambang.

"Who, Bambang?" tanyanya, make me upset.

"Now get out of here!" banish me and he did not bully her, the man even more launched his action closer to me.

"Retreat!" my screams while releasing the infusion bottle and running outside.

I was running faster holding the infusion bottle, and I saw blood start to rise to the infusion hose because I didn't turn it off first.

"Let's go!"

I stopped and a man came up to me and held my body, taking me back into the room.

The man fixed an infusion tube that was already covered in blood, and had also exchanged it for a new one.

"Where did you know I was here?" I asked very gently while looking at Mr. Yogi's face.

The man looked very charming today, leaving me speechless and only able to look at him.

"Partner, besides being slow you are senile, too" she replied as she examined my condition like a nurse.

I was surprised to hear what he said I was senile? Is it me I've forgotten?

"What did I forget, sir?" ask me very curious.

"Whose brought you? If not me," he answered.

To my surprise, because obviously the one who brought me was Bang Eril and when I realized my mentan who was beside me, not Mr. Yogi.

Seriate.