Beautiful Doctor, Marry Me!
Chapter 55 Marry me!

Chiara was sitting in her room. His working hours are still a few hours away. He felt tired because today quite a lot of patients came.

He was happy to help others. There was satisfaction in his heart as he saw a smile rise from the patient's family's face as he and the rest of the medical team saved one life.

The door of the room was knocked and one nurse came with a paper bag bearing the name of a famous boutique owned by aunt Rara, wife of Om Langit.

"There's a delivery for you, Doc." The medium-sized paper bag is placed on the table.

"Who from, sus?"

"Handsome guy, Doc. I forgot to ask her what her name was." The sister smiled in shame.

"The man just said to give it to Doctor Chiara."

"Oh, yes, I have. Thank you, yeah..." Chiara smiled.

He looked at the contents of the paperbag and looked like a fairly large box.

Chiara took out a Navi-colored box with a soft pink ribbon and opened it.

He frowned when he saw a piece of cloth folded neatly. He stretched the white cloth of the bone and...

"Dress?" he's getting confused. "Forku?" muttered.

Unintentionally, his eyes caught a piece of paper inside the box.

He opened a pink greeting card written in blue ink.

I'll pick you up at 7 tonight.

Wear it and make me fall in love with the fall.

^^^Doctor handsome.^^^

Caraka Abhimanyu.^^^

Chiara smiled when she saw the name of the man who in the near future will be her husband in the corner of the card.

"Who picked this dress?"muttered Chiara admired the beauty of the simple dress that Caraka sent her.

"Bang Cak?" Lips throbbing. "No way."

"It could be an idea like this, very suspicious." Chiara laughed softly. "I assure you, there's Syakilla and Shaka behind him."

Guess Chiara who feels impossible if all this is Caraka's idea. The man is kind, understanding, has great sympathy, but about romatis, Chiara has never seen him do that.

Chiara put the dress back in the box as before. He was wondering where the man was going to take him.

In the evening, Chiara came down from her room on the second floor with the dress that Caraka gave her. It is combined with 7 cm heels and silver-colored handbags. Not to forget also he slightly polished his face with thin makeup to perfect his appearance.

Chiara saw Caraka already sitting in the living room with her parents. He smiled when he saw Caraka wearing a white shirt with a black blazer.

"Sorry to wait a long time." said Chiara.

"It's okay, Chi... 7 O'clock exactly." Caraka pointed at the clock on her wrist.

"It's not too late" the man laughed.

"Yes, right, om?" continued.

Ray nodded. "Be careful, Brother!" Ray patted his daughter-in-law's shoulder.

"yes Om. We'll take a break, Om, aunt."

Ray and Sania take them to the door. "Don't come home too late, sister!" Sania.

"Ready aunt!"

Caraka and Chiara get in the car. They leave Ray's residence and immediately drive to a place that Caraka has prepared for the girl who will be his wife.

They arrived at a two-story minimalist house in one of the housing complexes.

A man opened the fence so Caraka's car could get inside.

"Whose house, Bang?" tanya Chiara was astonished because she had only come here for the first time.

He had suspected this was the house of a friend or his boss who invited the man to dinner together so Caraka invited him.

"We'll go in first."

"You'll know later."

Caraka opened the seat belt and got out of the car immediately. The man opened the car door for Chiara and took her hand.

"Areally whose house is this, Bang?" ask Chiara again. The house looks quiet and there are no vehicles in it. Mata Chiara also had a glance towards the garage that looked empty.

"Come, in. And find out the answer." Caraka brought Chiara into the house.

Chiara looked surprised as Caraka opened the unlocked door. He wondered why none of the homeowners welcomed their arrival.

Both of them enter the living room that looks clean and neat with a minimalist sofa that still looks like new.

Then, they passed through the living room. There is a large tv on the wall.

Caraka opened the glass door by sliding it and Chiara silently stared at a small table with two seats on the balcony.

On the table were their dinner dishes with lighted candles that were in the glass.

Caraka smiled looking at the girl who was looking at him.

Caraka held onto Chiara's shoulder for the girl to stand face to face with her.

Caraka grabbed her hand and the beads of eyes were both intertwined.

"Beautiful.." praised her and managed to make the girl's cheeks meet red.

"And made me fall in love without being able to wake up again..."

Caraka and Chiara compactly laughed.

Caraka's face started to look serious. "Mara..."

"So far, we've spent a lot of time together. Although not in a special relationship, but I'm sure we understand each other."

"I thank God for giving me one heart to love you always, one brain to always think of you, and one mouth to always say your name in every prayer."

"Quite a long time passed until we are finally at this point."

"Until I can finally hold your hand as my future wife."

"Once in a while apply in a simple way, maybe because you think I'm just playing around."

"Now, in this house..." Caraka looked around and looked back at Chiara.

"At home that will bear witness to our journey of love."

"Then be the queen in it..."

"This house will be the place where our children will be raised."

"This house is the one I've prepared for you and for us."

Chiara was surprised, because it meant that this house would be their residence after marriage.

"Not as big as our parents' house, but may the love in it make this house as peaceful as heaven."

"And it becomes the most comfortable place when we feel tired..."

"Mara..."

"Thank you for being my wife..."

"Yet, bang!" said Chiara, smiling. He was fascinated by the meaningful words this man said.

Whether it was indeed from her own mind, or directed by someone else, or maybe she was searching the internet, but Chiara did not care. He is too busy parse sweet words that make himself feel special.

Caraka looked down and smiled funny. "Ah, yes. Almost."

"I mean later." he errs.

"Mara..." Caraka is back seriously.

"For many years, your name is written in my heart..."

"And I hope that one day, our names will be written in the marriage book."

Chiara laughed instead. "Yes. yeah.."

"It's over?"

Caraka frowned. "Yet..."

"Say again! And I hope I'm not diabetic because of that sweet word..."

Caraka laughs. "A thousand sweet words can't describe how happy and grateful I am to be with you, Chi..."

Caraka knelt down and took something in her blazer pocket.

A ring he offered to Chiara. "A sentence that has been uttered several times from my lips."

"And tonight I'm going to repeat it for the next time."

"Beautiful doctor, marry me!"

Chiara blushed. Right this guy said. Those words were spoken several times from his lips.

He nodded in shame.

Caraka stood up and pinned the ring on Chiara's ring finger.

"A single nod is enough to be the answer..."

Caraka hugged Chiara tightly. "Thank you..."

"Trust me I love you so much."