AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 207. MUSED

Hermana Arya hastily visited Rayyan at IGD, he got news from her directly when there was an accident. He was in his family's treatment room.

Rosalie's plan will be checked conditions by Rayyan today presumably void given his condition that has not been ascertained his health.

"Where's Doctor Rayyan?" ask Hermana.

"The room is three on the right, Doctor," said the nurse.

The owner of the hospital walked through some curtains. When he was about to enter, his steps were held back by seeing Dwiana who was asleep leaning her head on the side of the bed with Rayyan's right hand on it.

"So sweet," muttered Hermana.

Nosy, the middle-aged man caught their sweet moment with a cell phone camera while smiling.

"Suster, point yes. Let me know if he is aware because Dr. Rayyan was my wife's personal doctor in Singapore last time," said Hermana.

"Okay, Doctor," replied the nurse and the doctor there.

Until Maghrib approached, Dwiana woke up from her sleep that she accidentally. Tired because on the way plus physical exercise and then rewarded with a heart sport surprise until he ended up here making his physical request at rest.

Sweet face when just woke up, Rayyan caught a glimpse before the girl saw him.

"Udah maghrib yes, I did not bring Mukena. The doctor? have you realized yet? I'm going to Mama Rosalie first y, pray. All of you later buy food, here you can only pure fruit and milk," said Dwiana saw a snack on the table with painkillers and supplements.

There was no response, making Dwiana worried about leaving him. He grabbed the phone in his pants pocket, dialed Aiswa's number.

Trowels. Trowels.

"Aish, where are you?" ask Dwi.

"At home, but Qolbi just went there, why Dwi?" answer Aiswa.

"Hmm, not so. You're not coming?"

"I avoid the bad mood, pity Qolbi ngadepin me. He's super duper patient, and I can't bear .. at home at last now," continued Aiswa again.

"Bumil bumil, troublesome...."

"You'll be too if there's Rayyan Junior in that super flat stomach you're proud of is weeehhh. Can't wait to see a pregnant Dwiana, either how many times will Doctor Rayyan break into the castle Takeshi," Kekeh Aiswa.

"Gue I swear Lo's son will cake me later Aish," annoyed Dwi.

"If the pinter, strong, firm, beautiful, rich, that's not okay. Just don't have a bad mouth, nampel," Aiswa laughed.

"Fuck you Mom, even though your mouth is worse than mine," Dwiana chuckled.

"Sana Maghrib first, soon after the time runs out, Loh Dwi. Tomorrow I go there, may my mood be good .. bye my dear, always tell Dwi," concluded Aiswa ended the call.

"All by my self, Aish...." Dwiana put her cell phone in and pulled the curtain towards the nun's table. (always alone)

Finally, after struggling to break down the prestige and shame, Dwi managed to borrow the face of the sisters without going to Mama Rosalie's room above.

He also prayed maghrib on the side of Rayyan's bed after asking the OB to mop up so that he was sure that the place to be used for prayer, had been holy.

Rayyan opened her eyes, seeing how much Dwiana had hidden from her. One important story about Derens may have influenced the girl to make her more closed, now she knows.

"Dwi" Rayyan called out as the girl remained silent after raising her hand to pray.

"Eh, are you awake? sorry daydreaming .. want to pray? I call sister yes," she asked in succession.

"You are so beautiful, then" he said.

Dwiana did not respond to Rayyan's rants. She continued to fold all her prayer equipment and then came out of the room to the nun's table. Return the mukena and ask for help so that Rayyan can worship and pray.

Dwiana waited outside the room until Rayyan was done. Instead of continuing to lie down, he instead asked for an infusion off and asked Dwiana to take him home.

"What, doctor. Not like this," said Dwi worried.

"Mama is here, dwi nyampe night. I just need a break. If there's any strange symptoms ... I'll call you to take me to the hospital, okay?"

"Hmm, Ok."

"Good Girl, take me home. Please," please again.

Dwiana turned red, she asked the male sister to send Rayyan to her car. After all the medicine and payment of action for Rayyan had been paid, he caught up with them.

GoldenEye Residence's.

What, his house is here? expatriate area?

"Amber A32, we have arrived. Doctor, there's a security guard, right?"

Silent. There was no word from the man on his left side.

Dwiana came down, pressed the doorbell of a minimalist type house with a very beautiful front facade.

"Yes?" the voice of a man.

"Sir, this is Doctor Rayyan's house right?"

"Non bill, is there a need? The doctor hasn't returned yet, but."

"If it was his father's car then" the guard said as Dwi spotted a luxury car in an open garage.

"Oh, that's Doctor Rayyan in my car. There was an incident this afternoon. So I brought her here at her request. Can you help me not go inside? I'm not strong" said Dwiana, for the guards to be ready.

"Oh Allah, why is he Non .. Here let us help.." The guard called someone.

Dwiana opened the door on the left, and Rayyan was helped to get up by the guards.

"Please Non, open the door and go up to the second floor .. the right door of the stairs, Den Rayyan's room," the middle-aged guard told Dwi.

A few minutes later.

His task was done already, Dwiana said goodbye after explaining everything to the two guards at the Rayyan residence.

...*...

The red BMW sports car he was racing back, this time to the beach. Dwi paused his trip in the parking lot of the roadside mosque for Islamic prayers, before entering the Marina Beach Bay area.

Parking lot dock north side.

The car is slowly aligned with the vehicle that first lined up neatly there.

Dwi descends slowly, breathing the typical moist beach air because the wet sand hit the sea waves to the edge.

The foot of the ladder runs barefoot down dozens of steps until it reaches the bottom. Raise the hoodie to cover the head. His spring fingers reached into his pants pocket when he arrived and sat on the black sand that spread like a mat.

He grabbed a pack of ro-cocks from his dashboard, as he was about to get off earlier. Take one stick, then the thumb presses the pema-ntik to burn the lin-tingan tem-bakau.

I can't wait to see Dwiana get pregnant.....

Deghs.

His finger was restrained, hanging in the air as puffs of smoke and ash began to intensely billow.

"Aiswa ... always, you're holding me back every time I'm going to do a comeback... pecan-du's mother, is it possible to get pregnant healthy Aish?"

You will also be that if there is Rayyan Junior in the super flat stomach that you are proud of.

"Does being pregnant really make a woman happy, Aiswa?"

Dwiana threw a ro-kok butts that she was about to suck until it touched the beach.

"I worship you, Lord, but I am still fragile. Did everyone approach me, You send it? to take care of me?"

"Am I Your less grateful servant? and favors in this world, my family, as a test upon me?. .. I just want to change, I'm tired ... Is it if I open my heart later, You won't leave me?"

Escape, clear rounders wet the smooth tapered cheeks.

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...Huft, berat. ampe chat to psi.. for release way Dwi... ...