Trapped by My Husband's Destiny

Just passing?

Nadia quickly picked up the phone that rang on the living room table. A name is on the phone screen. The name listed is the name of a person who called him two nights ago.

"Hello...."

His heart is now preparing a heart that has been pounding - pounding.

"Good afternoon, Doctor...."

"Yes. Evening, Doctor."

Nadia tried to answer casually.

"I'm on Veterans Street right now. Doctor's house in which part?"

"What?"

Nadia remained silent. On a Sunday afternoon with no wind or rain he was struck by lightning in broad daylight.

"Allllllooooo...."

The voice on the other end of the phone is slurred.

"Ehem. yeah... hello...."

Nadia gurgling. Relaxing afternoon is not as usual. This afternoon he was enjoying his collection of novels.

"I'm on Veterans Street, where's Doctor Ma'am?"

The man behind the phone call repeated the sentence in a slow and clear tone.

"Seriously...?"

Nadia frowned. His eyes looked at the painting in the living room.

"Yes. masa' joking. Can I have an address to stop by the house?"

"Ouh. I'll share it from Google Map."

"Okey..I wait."

Nadia quickly turned off her phone, opening the Google Map app. Then he tapped on some menus and sent his home address via whatsapp.

Clenting.

There is a reply in whatsapp application. Name of dr. Cold in the inbox. Nadia opened the incoming message. There was only a yellow thumb mark in reply from the sent location.

Nadia immediately got up from the sofa, then ran to a room not far from the living room. He did not notice his mother who was in the kitchen, peeking at his strange behavior. He entered the room in great hurry.

The mirror bears witness to the monk from the strange actions he is currently doing. Stand in front of a mirror, tidying your hair and cleaning your face. A sweet smile is fixed on the face. That smile never faded. After feeling neat and attractive, he blinked his right eye. Flirtatious. That impression could be captured from his current behavior.

The next step is to go to the closet. He opened the mahogany cabinet, looking for which clothes to wear. It seems, Nadia is hasty and misbehaved and also confused of course. After a few minutes, he decided on the clothes he was going to wear.

"Nad... Your phone sounds constantly." Her mother's voice came into the room.

"What's? Maybe dr. Arkan called."

He opened the room door loudly towards the living room. At high speed Nadia ran into the living room. Catching a cell phone playing a long-pitched song.

"Hello, doc."

Nadia held her breath so as not to be heard by the interlocutor behind the cellphone.

"I think I'm in front of the house. The house is painted yellow, right?"

Nadia. He ran towards the window, peeking.

"Ah... It's true!"

In front of the house had stopped a black-colored mercy car.

"Yes. briefly doc. My sister will open the gate."

"OKs. The car is safe if I park in front of the house?"

"Safe, doc."

"Where else in the parking lot, you can only park there. My house is a mall."

"okay."

Nadia heard a breaking tone from behind her mobile phone. The girl who was still not perfect wearing the clothes earlier, ran quickly into the kitchen.

"Ma, please tell Natan or Nazri to open the gate, there are guests. Nadia's friend."

The girl nodded - holding her breath.

"Who?"

His mother was surprised by the behavior of her son who came to the kitchen like a swordsman.

"Friends Nadia. Nadia's getting dressed first, Ma."

"okay."

Then her mother called Nazri, Nadia's youngest sister, to open the gate.

Nadia ran back to the room not far from the kitchen, she rushed to tidy up the clothes that had been worn. This time Nadia wore a skirt of faded blue jeans paired with a long-sleeved shirt in cream. He's trying to be as neat as possible.

Nadia heard the gate being shifted. Then he also heard the front door of the house opened and the sound of greeting, followed by the word let in heard from his mother's mouth.

'Please sit down, son. Nadia is still in the room. Wait a minute ya'. He heard his mother say that word.

"Oh my God.. What should I do?" whispered Nadia. He behaved as if he were meeting the president.

"Lad..."

His mother called and knocked on the door several times.

"Yes, Ma. Nadia is done."

There was the sound of the door opening and Nadia came out.

"Who is that young man...? Really saucy?"

His mother whispered a little.

"Ah... Mama. Nadia's friend."

The voice of the girl who deliberately divorced her hair was a little spoiled. It was as if his mother was teasing him and he was fighting with that voice.

Still whispering.

"Yes my. Nih old man, Kepo very much!"

"Later, Ma. Nadia will explain."

Nadia moved towards the living room. Her mother was left alone at the door.

"Sir Doctor, I finally arrived at my house. So troublesome doctor sir, I'm so bad."

Nadia feels - stale.

"Well, she looks younger in a t-shirt and jeans. Help me God. Strengthen my faith...."

"Hi...."

dr. Arkan got up from his seat.

"Call with Arkan's name only, but use Mas ya to be more polite."

Arkan smiles. It was like a joke to the girl standing in front of him.

"Smile that. Uh...."

"Ouh, yes, Mrs Arkan. Have seat. Here's my gubug, Mas. It's not hard to find it?"

Nadia raved to eliminate her rage.

"No. It has been helped by the greatness of technology. Google map."

Arkan smiled again after saying the last word.

Arkan sat down slowly. His eyes glanced at the 3 novels that were on the living room table. The title "Earth Sky" is written on one of the covers of the novel that is in the top pile.

"Awhile, my. I'm going to the kitchen. Just for a second."

Nadia's tone of voice was not as usual. Looks flirtatious and a little spoiled.

"Oh, yeah. please."

Arkan smiled back. He sat up handsomely. His back stood flat on the back of the sofa. He picked up the novel book that was on the table.

On the other hand, Nadia moved quickly towards the kitchen. He did not see his mother again at the door. It turned out that the woman was already in the kitchen when Nadia walked into the small room.

"Ma, Nadia wants to make a drink."

"Have. I'm making you a drink."

Mother smiled.

Nadia felt a flirtatious smile on the lips of the woman who gave birth to her.

"Hadeeeh...."

Nadia said nothing, she headed straight to the living room. This time he walked slowly. No hurry - gesa. Keep image.

"I'm sorry, yes. Left out."

The sentence came out when Nadia had already reached the living room and saw the man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt put the novel book back on the table.

"Mas Arkan, where are you from?"

The girl sat on the sofa. Cross with his guests.

"meaning?"

The young man's forehead was wrinkled.

"So he said just passing by, where did Mas Arkan come from?"

"Oh. Hmmm.. from.. temen place... around this location also."

The young man who was that special doctor seemed to be lying.

Nadia reads a young man named Arkan.

"Oh...."

"Sepy. Where are the other family members? Where's rafi?"

Arkan tried to divert the conversation.

"Rafi doesn't live here, Mas. My sister lives a few blocks from here" Nadia explained. Nadia looked to the side, feeling that there was something. Apparently he saw his mother carrying a tray of drinks. The girl immediately stood up and greeted the pink tray.

"It's my Mom, Mas," real Nadia. Her. Taking Bali from her mother's hands.

"Ouh, yeah. I met directly. I think her sister is Nadia."

Arkan really said that sentence.

"Well, can you, this young man."

Nadia's mother immediately sat on the sofa next to Nadia. The face of Nadia's mother blushed in shame. The words Arkan spoke were a compliment to him.

"Hadeeeh..." 

Nadia who was pouring drinks into the glass in standing condition, slightly glanced at her mother.

"Whose name, son?"

"I'm Arkan, Auntie...."

"Nadia's friend's one office?"

"Ouh, no. I was the doctor who examined Rafi a week ago" Arkan explained. He answered the woman's question very politely.

"Ouh, my goodness... Nadin's a lot of stories about, Nak Arkan."

"What does the word, 'that' mean'? What story?" Nadia muttered, she sat on the sofa after pouring water into the glass. She's speechless. Face flat.

"So, son of Arkan a pediatrician huh? Live where?

"Haduuuh."

Nadia cursed. He knew his mother's story would be long.

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