Love For Nabila
Is that your girlfriend?

The words that came from Bhintara's mouth buzzed in Nabila's head all the way to the hospital. All the words of the man were almost all true.

There was only silence accompanying their journey. Bhintara was still focused on driving, while Nabila was busy looking out at the tall buildings that passed by.

Unknowingly Nabila let out a long sigh, exhaling a heavy feeling in the chest. Trying to sort out the lessons on what he got today, and it turns out that PATIENCE is the only key to all the problems that are happening to him.

He had thought he would say thanks to Bhintara, Nabila had stolen the lyrics towards the man from the tail of his eyes. But...when it has opened the mouth wants to talk, suddenly the sound of vibration Handpon that he stored in his gamis pocket reads undo all.

Dert..dert….

Instantly Nabila stiffened, reached into the flat object immediately. Afraid if the phone is news from the hospital who want to report the situation of the Mother. But it turns out. when he saw the device Hp. A name and a photo of a man who had always never apsen to call, now filled his screen.

Nabila can breathe a sigh of relief, but it did not last long when he realized that he was not alone this time. but with a man is not a believer in a car with no one other than the two of them in an awkward atmosphere since.

Nabila really wanted to pick up the phone, but he hesitated when he saw the eyes of Bhintara emit a sharp look full of intimidation that makes Nabila feel bad for himself.

I don't know what the underlying feeling is, he should just pick up the phone immediately as usual. But why does her little heart seem to refuse? Nabila also did not understand the way of the heart and mind that was not in line since, such as betraying himself.

At the end Nabila let the Handpond continue to sound, Put it back into the pocket and sit with uncomfortable wrong behavior of his own. even the Awkward feeling that has been hit notya is reduced now even more.

And maybe. because he was disturbed by the phone ring that had previously continued to sound, Bhintara had to pay attention to flat objects belonging to Nabila with slow-mindedness.

“ Is that your girlfriend ?”

Nabila immediately turned “ Nak ! “ replied the woman who followed by biting the tip of her lips felt anxious herself.

While Bhintara was poking at her lips when she saw Nabila's behavior, the silence suddenly came back. But for a few seconds he then cleared his throat feeling impatient.

“ Lift only, who knows it matters.” Said.

Nabila widened his eyes, not expecting if Bhintar even told him to answer the phone. Since then, he has desperately refrained from lifting her. Afraid if the thirty-plus-year-old man was offended or how.

“Is it okay?”

Without making a sound Bhintara nodded a small sign of allowing, which was immediately followed by Nabila by picking up the phone as quickly as possible.

“Halo asalamualikum.”

“How's it going?” ask doctor Iqbal across the street.

Yes, someone who has been sounding his HP since is the doctor Iqbal. The possessive man always calls at the wrong time which always plunges him into difficult and stressful situations like the present.

“Hormat forgot to answer the greetings." Nabila shook her head "I'm fine, you don't have to worry.” Doctor Iqbal with all his intelligence is always excessive if it is related to Nabila

“ I heard...Your mother is in the hospital? Do you need any help? Or I just go there..now.”.

“Ngg...no need ! “ replied Nabila half yelling. Then glanced towards Bhintar with a doubtful face. He seemed trapped by two men who equally gave him an impromptu proposal.

Nabila did not know here he should be grateful or not with the offer of two men forced labor. They are equally tempting with all the charm of each. Bhintara with his ministry and doctor Iqbal with all the attention and kindness given so far, although he repeatedly refused the offer of Love.

Sometimes Nabila had wished, if only doctor Iqbal was not the man Zahra loved. Maybe he had accepted the marriage invitation long ago without waiting long. But baby, here Nabila is still thinking about the happiness of his best friend. So. Resisting firmly is the real choice.

“Mother is still critical, no need to come here. Just pray from there.”

“True, are you okay?” ask again as if I still don't believe.

“ Emmm...really, I'm fine.”

Echid……..!

Nabila turned to the source of the voice with an unpleasant feeling. From where he sat he could only see his sturdy and hard jaw from the side without even looking in the direction he was.

It sucks a little, but how else? here Nabila only hitchhiked, while Bhintara the owner of the car he was riding... inevitably he must behave politely and well if he does not want to live on the streets alone like that.

I don't know why Nabila like having to end the phone immediately because Bhintara's face that looks like unfriendly makes his guts shrivel.

“Oh yes doctor, can I take a longer vacation? Because it looks like I have to take care of Mommy first in the hospital.”

“ Yes it is okay, just relax later let me take care of it. But...for your friend that one I can not give him a long leave because he is still a koas here, so tell him that he must return according to the agreement from the beginning."

Nabila nods her head quickly.” Okay. Okay.later I say it directly. Then let's first phone, Asalamualikum.”

Nabila stared at the screen for a moment, then put it again in his pocket while straightening his body.

“ That's who? Your girlfriend ?” bhintara asked without further ado after seeing Nabila sitting quietly.

Nabila cleared “ Not. Friends only.” Answer Nabila honestly refused to look.

“Doctor also?” the question again is more like introgating.

The atmosphere around them now suddenly changed from awkward to gripping, a situation that Nabila thought would soon melt now even more so. What's more seeing the face of the car owner who changed drastically not as relaxed as earlier, so sepet and unpleasant to see as holding something but what Nabila did not know.

“Curtain atmosphere Nabila. Find a way ! “ his words to yourself in the heart.

“He’emb” Nabila nodded, then he glanced hesitantly at Bhintara after an idea popped into his head.

“Gus Bhintar"

“ Yes?”

Nabila bit her lips anxious, eager to lift the topic of conversation that she herself was afraid to ask the personal thing. But...if not inquired now, indeed..want to when again ? really, he desperately needed that answer to convince his heart before making a decision so that it would not be wrong again later.

“Anu...it...?”.

“ Just ask what makes you upset, don't always keep it to yourself like that. Because I'm sure it must not wear it once.”

Nabila widened his eyes, how could Bhintara know the contents of Nabila's head properly. “ What is Gus Bhintar a psychic ? why have you always been able to read my mind?” Nabila was curious. To make her say indiscriminately that even published a little smile on Bhintara's face.

“ What kind of absurd question that has been bothering you?”

“Eh ? “ Nabila was aghast, suddenly felt stupid for his own words. “ Yes.” Ceplos then unconsciously “ but immediately shook his head when it re-conscious "Emmm....I mean I'm not ! no. “ isn't it ? his intelligence all this time always suddenly disappeared if it was faced with the man.

Conscious of her absurd answer Nabila leaned her body on the chair, exhaled her rough breath then plunged her head gently on the car glass repeatedly, Feeling silly of herself and embarrassed.

" Stupid! stupid... bashful. "his murmur is soft on yourself which apparently can still be heard clearly by people who now look busy driving.

In suguhi funny scene next to her Bhintara can only stare at a smile, with all her strength to hold back so as not to let out a laugh. He did not expect that the woman who from the beginning of the introduction was very stubborn and stupid to be told now even looks funny and sweet. As her.is true what Umi Khadijah said, that there is indeed something special from the beautiful doctor.

See....? nabila effort to melt the atmosphere was successful too, right? The basic woman was very smart to divert the topic of conversation as it had been. “ If you want to laugh at all out there, do not be held up like that.” said Nabila while advancing her sexy lips three inches more forward.

Nabila chuckled to himself, seeing a Bhintar holding a smile. Did not expect his laughter se_influenced it to the mood of Nabila who was embarrassed, sad, confused, unwell, disappointed. Now it is simply replaced with extraordinary relief.

“ Emm..Gus.” Call Nabila again, after it feels the situation and conditions are more fluid to be more relaxed.

“Iya. What's up?” sahut Bhintara was no longer as wealthy as that.

“Why don't you refuse?” the end came out also what had previously wanted Nabila to ask.

“ Want an honest answer what not? " bhintara replied like she wanted to flirt.

“Should a serious question be answered jokingly like that ?" now it is even Nabila's turn to change jutek.

“ I am seriously asking this, so please answer me in earnest. “ press Nabila put on a serious face, but not in line with his words that have changed to me you_an without Nabila realizing.

Bhintara smiled widely, displaying a row of white teeth neatly arranged looks sumringah once. “ Down ! “ answer it actually makes Nabila confused.

“ What? ”

Bhintara pointed outwards with the tip of his chin. “ Down ! did you not hear? ”

“ Already I said, I want to talk seriously.but why from earlier you continue........” said Nabila while grouching while following Bhintara's chin move.

“ We have arrived at the hospital, go down first and change your clothes before you really get sick. Only later after that you can ask everything that makes your mind disturbed and I will answer her with pleasure ” Her Light on the girl whose lips begin to turn blue.

Nabila turned to the left right to see the situation, it turned out that the car in the overlap had indeed reached the hospital parking lot without him feeling.

“ Okay I'm down, but you owe me an answer.”

he said while releasing the seatbelt and then out. who again got the oddity of the owner of the Car.