HANDSOME NURSE CHOICE GIRL
Episode 122

Long enough about two weeks Irsyan's men arrested the perpetrators who made him harm, even the police could not catch the person.

The perpetrator is now being sealed in a building that can be said headquarters where people tell Irsyan to be. Who people know Irsyan is a good person, supple and friendly, but if there are already people who dare to disturb him and the people closest to him, he becomes a different person, he became a different person, rude and did not give words of mercy to those who harassed him.

"Who told you to do that?" asked Irsyan with her cold face. Only one week he needed to recover all his injuries, although sometimes still painful in the ribs.

"Squeals! Until I die I won't even know who told me!" said the perpetrator as he spat to the side, his face filled with bruises and the corner of his lips bleeding.

Irsyan who was furious immediately kicked the chair where the perpetrator was sitting so that he fell down. Irsyan walked up to him and stomped on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe and in pain.

"Lo tell me who told you or you want me to make a grave right now?" threatening Irsyan stared intently at the perpetrator.

"Kill me because I won't know you until anytime!" hiss the perpetrator smiled slanted, it made Irsyan more up and kicking, hitting the body of the perpetrator until the master was almost unconscious.

If Irsyan did not remember Aurora, let alone her pregnant wife, she might kill the person.

"You take care of him, once he's better, throw him in jail!" tell Irsyan firmly. He preferred the police to follow up on the case.

"Okay sir" replied the men.

After his affairs were completed, Irsyan returned to his home before he changed his clothes first, because he did not want the smell of the perpetrator that Irsyan hit earlier kissed by his wife.

Arriving at home, Irsyan immediately walked up the stairs to the second floor and headed to her room. Opening the room door slowly, Irsyan saw that there was no wife there. He searched the bathroom and the balcony but no Aurora was not there.

Irsyan went out looking for his wife to his private library, his study, and his office, the kitchen and back of the house there is no visible trunk Aurora nose there even he asked some servants at his house and they said not to see Aurora it makes Irsyan panic.

"Well God, where are you, baby?"

Just as Irsyan was about to exit the main door, he saw Aurora walking in the front yard and was about to enter the house. Irsyan immediately ran over to his wife and immediately hugged Aurora's body.

"Where are you, baby?" ask Irsyan. Aurora got a sudden hug like that quite surprised but inevitably she returned a hug from her husband.

"I went out to the park" replied Aurora. Irsyan elaborated her embrace, her hands outstretched cupping Aurora's cheeks while looking fixedly at her face.

"Kok not kasi tau Mas first if you want to go there hem?" asked Irsyan gently.

"Hehe sorry Mas, I forgot," Aurora replied.

Irsyan sighed, "Other times if you want to go anywhere like Mas first," he reprimanded. Not that why, Irsyan felt that someone wanted to play around and harass his family, but he did not know who that person was.

"Yes dear," said Aurora on her tiptoes and then kissed Irsyan's jaw, a sweet smile immediately on the man's lips.

"This one hasn't, yet" Irsyan pinta as she pointed at her lips.

"Not ah males!" aurora walked inside the house leaving Irsyan outside.

"Dear wait, Mom." Irsyan immediately chased after his wife.

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"I go first, ma'am" said Mila told one of her co-workers.

"Please son of Mila."

Mila was wearing a helmet and then turned on her motorbike and ran her motorcycle leaving the office. When in the middle of the road he saw the grandmothers seemed difficult to cross, Mila stopped her motorbike and went down to help the grandmother.

"Let's go, I help you to cross" said Mila.

"Don't you bother, Cu?"

From a distance there was a man who noticed the incident, he looked at Mila with a difficult to interpret gaze.

"God willing, I salute the girl," the man muttered, watching Mila until he returned to his bike.

Mila also runs his motorbike back to continue the trip that was delayed.

Suddenly his motorbike stopped making Mila growl annoyed.

"God, why else is this motor, there are obstacles to go home" complained Mila. He got off the bike and checked what was going on.

"Ah shit, my motor gasoline is running out. I could not realize that my motorbike was running out of gas" muttered Mila. He noticed around him, the streets here are quite quiet there are no gas stations even stalls that sell retail gasoline do not exist. No one was passing by, wanted to order a taxi online but unfortunately the quota of his phone was up and he forgot to buy it.

Mila took her phone to contact her brother but unfortunately again the battery power runs out.

"It feels like crying!" shout Mila.

"Motor why?"

Mila immediately retreated when she heard that voice, "Astaghfirullah, ngaggetin tau no!" grumpy.

"Motor why?" ask the guy again.

"Running out of gasoline," explains Mila 5 L, limp, tired, lethargic, slow and tired.

"Should have seen the gasoline on your motor before you use it."

"Where do I know Amiruddin!" upset Mila.

"My name is Satria, it's good to play in the change!" satria said he did not accept.

"You ah, bodo very much! You're gone," drive Mila out.

"Heh you must be courteous the same older one!"

"Old man is proud," muttered Mila mocked Satria.

"Follow me!" bring Satria.

"Well what?"

"Gue anterin lo go home," replied Satria lazily.

"No need!" reject Mila.

"Yes already if you do not want, but this already want magrib usually here a lot of thugs and begal," said Satria trying to scare Mila, then began to walk towards approaching his car.

Mila thought hard, she sighed softly and then, "Yes I'm coming! But what's my bike?"

"Later I tell my men to bring your motorbike home," explained Satria.

"Yes already." Mila locked the handlebar of the motor first and then entered Satria's car. Then Satria started driving her car to Mila's house.

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To be continued.