Wound Bidder

Homehouse

Indra was at a loss to see the young woman scream again. He tried to hold the hand of the woman who hit her own head.

After a while, the woman was unconscious. Immediately Indra took the girl to the nearest hospital.

"The patient was quite traumatized" said the woman in a white coat across from Indra.

"Will he heal, Doc?"

"God willing can. If you take good care of him the patient will return to normal."

Indra only gave a brief nod. Although he knew it seemed the doctor misunderstood him, he did not straighten out.

"If the patient is hysterical again, calm down by giving hugs and motivation" continued the doctor.

The woman wrote down the prescription medicine and gave it to the young man before her.

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"Gue was very sane in saying it. I give you 3 seconds to answer, if you do not answer it means the answer is yes. We are also getting married today!"

Dilla looked weighed. He wanted to reject the man's invitation raw, but if he accepted the possibility he could thwart his papa plan and get out of his family's house.

"Well, I'll take it," Dilla's reply made the man in front of her choke on his own saliva.

"Seriously?"

The woman simply replied with a lackluster nod. There really is no other choice but this.

***

The high-fenced building with dark ash paint, was clearly displayed in front of Indra now. After getting off his BMW 8 series, the sweet man looked confused.

"Your parents work here?" guess it while looking at the female figure on the left side.

"This is my parents' house."

"I'm serious, brother. This is my parents' house."

"Eh, what?" The thin-cheeked man with the stern jaw was dumbfounded. Then what does Indra think about this woman, wrong dong?

Suddenly the high object in front of them opened. A slightly stocky figure of a man appeared behind it. At first the man's face looks fierce, but momentarily changed to see the woman on Indra's side.

"Oh Allah, Non. Where the hell is it?"

Seraut face worry look. The figure of the rock was approaching.

"Have you gone home, sir?"

"Udah, No."

Dilla told Mr. who turned out to be the security guard to open the fence wider so that Indra's car could enter the yard.

A cool breeze greeted as they got out of the car. Right in front of the beautiful building. The smell of flowers that are blooming is piercing the nasal cavity. Not far from there it turns out there is a very well-preserved flower garden. Indra observing the surroundings still did not believe in the true reality.

Cars from the usual to the fantastic prized ones line up on the left side.

Indra's footsteps followed the young woman before him. Silence struck as they entered the mansion. However it was only a few seconds before the red-lipstick figure came.

"Fucking kid, where are you going?"

Indra gasped to hear the curse directed at Dilla. Who is this witch?"Do you dare to run away now? You kid doesn't know it's lucky!"

Dilla paid no heed to the magic grandmother. His gaze turned to the burly middle-aged man by the woman's side.

"Please cancel all of Papa's plans. I have a husband!"

The man just stared flat. Dilla took his hand. "Please cancel, Pa." His voice sounded begging.

"alright. But, after I marry you to the man of your choice, I don't want to see your face again in this house."