Dear Nolan
Whereabouts?

Nesya is still re-entering the operating room. His hands help Doctor Rakha give action to the accident patient, but his heart is still not calm. Thoughts drift far away, will her husband understand her situation and want to understand.

"Nesya, help with sewing!" exclaim Doctor Rakha.

Nesya awoke from her daydream. "Yes doctor!"

He immediately took a complement to sew surgical scars on patients. He concluded that other patients who start to close with stitches, it means that soon the operation will be completed. Nesya breathed a bit of relief, although it was too late but at least she was still hunting for time to accompany the opening of her husband's workshop.

Nesya tried to be calm, he began to concentrate on what he would do according to the direction of doctor Rakha. Hopefully after this, she will meet her husband.

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While in the shophouse, the event is progressively heading towards the core event. Tumpeng has been placed in front of the podium. Nolan still looked left to right hoping Nesya would come soon. It must be exciting to cut the tumpeng with the Wife. He wanted to give the first piece of tumpeng to Nesya. It seems that hope did not materialize, until the MC called his name for the cutting of tumpeng, his wife still did not bring up his shadow.

Mr. Hendrawan nudged his son who more often daydreamed more quietly since morning, even though this was the day he was waiting for.

"Son, cut the cone first. The chief officer and the police chief are waiting ahead." Mr. Hendrawan stood up first.

"Yes ... Pa, but Nesya ...." Nolan still hoped that Nesya would accompany him.

"Here is my son, he - he is a busy man. You think the head of the service has a lot of time just to wait for your wife who does not clear the nose." Mr. Hendrawan is a little upset.

Nolan with heavy steps stood to the podium to cut the first tumpeng. Delaying the event is impossible. Mr. Hendrawan accompanied his son to this event. He cut with a little disappointment, in the shadow he would give the first cut to Nesya. This place and Nesya are his future. He wanted to start the first time trying to feel a little bit of this happiness with his beloved wife. Again, the hope is not in accordance with reality.

"okay ... The first piece will be given to whom the Boss is!" exclaim the hilarious MC selected by EO.

Nolan was still watching the door, hoping that someone would appear from behind.

"For the most meaningful woman in my life. Which is always there and supports me until it can be like this" Nolan said.

"Okay boss, call that amazing woman." Excited the MC of the man.

"My dear mother, Mama Mitha Adiguna." For Nolan right now, only my beloved mother is always there for him. He did not expect much more Nesya to come or not.

Mama Mitha stood towards the podium, she kissed her son's right and left cheeks. Mama Mitha knew Nolan was disappointed no wife was accompanying him.

Mama Mitha took the first cut. Applause to the guests present.

"Thank you son, may the pioneering effort succeed and move forward."

"Amiin Ma, your prayers will always be heard by God." Nolan hugged his beloved mother.

"Sweet yes brothers, remember here, dedicate to Mama, so that we can succeed like our handsome bosses will open branches again everywhere." MC's trying to melt the atmosphere. "Betewe, Mr. Kapolsek has been able to, sir the head of the service as well, Ayang Beb where the Boss!" continue the MC.

The invited guests began to whisper about the realisation of where Nolan's wife was. Are they not both still newlyweds. People are still hard to move on with their magnificent wedding party.

Nolan was even a little annoyed with the MC's tone despite being a joke. Mama Mitha immediately held Nolan's hand trying to calm him down in the crowd. Nolan returned to temper his emotions. He was just trying to think positively, there was an emergency in the hospital that required his wife could not go home.

The show continues. The last event after the prayer reading by ustadz was a pipe cutting event for the opening of the workshop operation.

Nolan sees his phone more often. There was no sign of his wife calling or replying to his message. All had gone down standing under the arch tent to watch the ribbon cutting and hundreds of balloons into the air.

Nolan reluctantly picks up the scissors on a tray that sexy SPG carries from an oil distributor. Even until the last event Nesya also still did not appear. Everything was beyond his expectations. Fortunately there was Mama Mitha who always accompanied him trying to keep him calm soaking his emotions.

Nolan simultaneously cut the ribbon with the head father of the tourism and creative economy service. Resmilah Nolan workshop operates and has been registered with related agencies.

The event was closed by eating together on the second floor of the cafe. Not long ago also officially opened, cars have lined up to fill the shophouse page to queue for service that gives a lot of discounts.

The Nolan family gathered to enjoy the dishes provided. While the Besannya family had apologized first to feel sorry for the absence of Nesya and say goodbye home.

"The problem is outrageous No," said Mr. Hendrawan a little annoyed while bribing a spoon into his mouth.

"Maybe he has an urgent situation at Pa's hospital, Nesya is still in trouble. He can't act like it." Nolan tried to keep his wife's good name even though he was also disappointed all beyond his expectations.

"Mama agrees with Papa, should if she knew there was a show her husband she could take off first!" mama Mitha.

"Ma, it's important that the opening event has gone smoothly. I beg you all to understand Nesya's situation."

"Yes Ma, Nolan's right. We just pray now that Nolan's new workshop can be successful in the future," said Davin trying to mediate.

Speaker Nesya range was diverted Davin discuss the others to keep his sister's feelings.

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Nesya has done his job, the patient's heart rate on the monitor often goes up and down. Nesya had to do her job slowly. He rushed to the dressing room after the patient was put in the ICU room for post-surgery recovery.

He looked at his watch, it was really too late. He was almost two hours into the operating room. She felt sad not to be able to accompany her husband in this important event. He was in the face of a difficult choice and there was nothing he could choose. She felt guilty and imagined how her husband would be without her. I don't know what her husband and family will respond to. Nesya could only resign. He grabbed his phone, his battery was almost gone, complete already messed up today.

Maybe the battery is low because of the many calls and messages that come in asking the same thing from many people.

Trembling, Nesya simply replied to her husband's message before his cell phone battery ran out.

Nesyria

Brother Sorry sorry sorry thousands of times I want to apologize🙏🙏🙏

there are severe accident patients who must get help. And the surgeon who happens to be there is only Rakha's doctor. I must definitely accompany Doctor Rakha in the operating room.

Nesya breathed a sigh of relief, after sending the message, her phone died. All she had to do now was as quickly as possible get to the workshop and explain to her husband the chronology of the incident.

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Btc .....

Ei so deg degan itself same continuation 😬😬