Knights For Mundika
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After parking his car in one of the doctor's parking slots at the hospital where he worked, Mundika immediately ran into the elevator which would usually take her to the meeting room where she had to attend this morning before the Head of Hospital and Mansoor, as the supervisor, were present in the meeting room. She who is now the fiancee of one of the children of the Emir of Dubai must be able to maintain her attitude so as not to defame her future husband. You don't want to make trouble for the umpteenth time, do you, Mundika?! Suffice the drama that happened all this time.., it's time you focus on a new life that will welcome you in a matter of weeks.
Mundika's footsteps grew louder as the pink fanta-colored watch that was coiled right around her left wrist showed at 09:50 Dubai time. He spontaneously shouted when he saw the elevator in front of him began to close and, of course, his loud voice attracted the attention of those around him to lead to him. Just made a promise to himself, uh, just broke it…
“Wait, don't close first! I could die if I didn't ride it!”
A hand blocked the elevator door so that it opened again and gave Mundika a chance to enter it. With a breath that was still panting he stroked his chest a hint of relief.
“Thank you,” Mundika said without noticing who helped her earlier. Not imagine if he had to miss the elevator at this time because it was definitely too late to follow the meeting and the sharp gaze of a knife would definitely be directed Mansoor to him who would wait. Imagining that gaze was shown back to him since he was last picked up by his fiancee to Indonesia, had made his hair creep as if he was a troublemaker suspect who must be punished severely. He now realized that provoking anger from people who talk irate like Mansoor was the last thing he would do. It seems it would be better if he compromises with the man for the sake of the sustainability of his household later.
“He-em!”
There was a sound of silence familiar to Mundika. But who is it? A mansoor? Yes timing? Ah, at most this is just a hallucination just because early in the morning he was forced to run sports just because he woke up late..., or because he had been busy thinking about the man?
“He-em!” His dull voice sounded louder and clearer beside Mundika made him want to not immediately turn to the voice.
“Dead me!” Mundika said unconsciously while covering her mouth when she saw Mansoor with her flat expression turned towards her.
“So what did you say?” Mansoor asked full of probing by leaning his body towards Mundika making the girl feel cornered and dead in style.
“Only...mockery to myself kok..,” Mundika replied stammeredly while continuing to curse her speech earlier.
“Really?”
“Oh, come on Mansoor, the look in your eyes makes me feel like a defendant who has made a big mistake,” Mundika continued spontaneously because he felt desperate.
There was a burst of laughter from the two bodyguards Mansoor and Hakeem who were also in the elevator. Just this time there were people who dared to tell Mansoor honestly that leisurely without any hesitation and fear like most people who met the cold young man.
“You..,.,., …,” Mansoor could not continue his words other than trying to restrain himself from pinching the cheek of his fiancee because of anxiety if he did not want to get an uncomfortable look from Hakeem who was indirectly like a representative of people old girl to take care of him. “Ya has it...,” Just a loud gasp heard from the man.
“I don't want to be late Mansoor,” Whinge Mundika while pulling the left side of the white kandoora that Mansoor wears. “You understand my feeling of relief after being able to solve my family's tangled problems, the effect is this, my life so feel more relaxed and finally so late…,” I don't know since when Mundika started to not be shy about showing the real side of herself to Mansoor. Yes, her feminine side is spoiled after all this time she presses down to only show her strength and firmness. Maybe because Mansoor can be trusted to hold his heart…
God, why is this girl so sweet? Hang Mansoor..., hang on! Remember your own promise! Mansoor clenched his ten hands to maintain his sanity and compassion before the Head of the Hospital and his two bodyguards who he knew were holding back his laughter seeing his current attitude.
“Eh?” Mundika gasped in shock at Hakeem's statement. It was as if an old memory that had been buried long with other memories stuck out to call for more attention from him at this time. An idea came into his head.
“Everything is Head, find a new wife and quickly have offspring with her so that you will not die in vain and take care of us this young couple,” Ledek Mansoor.
“Indeed looking for a wife is like buying what? It's not that easy young man!”
Mansoor only responded with a small ruckus on his lips to divert the turmoil of wanting to make out with Mundika.
“Sir Chief, what if you marry my Big Brother named Maitha?” The spontaneous idea of Mundika made Hakeem and Mansoor and his two bodyguards turned to him.
“Wah, that great idea!” Mansoor.
“Pak Head does not need to worry, my sister has changed a lot, and I think there is no harm in matching her with Pak Head,” Mundika smiled satisfied with her brilliant idea.
“You want to make your Babamu die standing if you have a daughter-in-law the same age as him huh?” Hakeem Protests.
“Yes not so sir, but somehow I feel the Father will match my brother. Come on Sir, try to first get acquainted with Latifa, I will help convince Baba and Majid, yes Sir, yes Sir,” Mundika full gaze please towards Hakeem. A deathly gaze for him because he can not refuse anything when his favorite protege was sulking and stubborn of his will. “
Hearing Mundika's plea that was like a whimper of a small child made Hakeem's head suddenly dizzy.
TING! There was a sound of an elevator indicating that their destination had arrived.
“Rather than you take care of me, it is better now that we focus on today's meeting,” Elak Hakeem tries to avoid the topic that Mundika delights in.
*“*Ah, Head Sir, don't dodge!” Mundika caught up with Hakeem who had walked out of the elevator as if he did not want to give up. Mansoor who saw the scene could only shake his head. On the other hand, he was grateful that Mundika could be honest with himself, on the other hand, honesty makes the girl more attractive in her eyes and sometimes tortures her because she must be able to control herself if she does not want to be reprimanded by her father again.
And as Mundika said, indeed many things have changed and improved around Mundika. At least remain terbesit gratitude immeasurably because his family problems have been completed. In any case, the Mundika family will be part of his family...
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