Slovenly Girl Mama's Choice
Chapters 119. There's a Awkward
Waking up with a happy feeling made Kania's face radiant. It turns out he did not dream, on his side there are “thugs station” that has captivated his heart. How can he like a man who likes to harm himself.
Dion's solid black Ducati is a witness if he always bet his life on the streets. Wild racing, fighting and all other extreme activities. It turns out he was just a boy who needed a friend to share a story with.
Just at Five in the morning, he remembered his mother-in-law's chat yesterday. He rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. However, there is already an aunt of the housekeeper and pregnant women who are brewing warm milk for him.
“For all...” greet Kania, approach Dista and hug that distended belly from behind.
“For Mbak, want to make coffee for Mas Dion ya?”
“Hehe, yes Bi. Today also started to leave for work.”
The housekeeper's aunt gave directions, whatever was liked and not by Dion. opened a refrigerator as high as her employer's child, so that Kania could choose a menu for their supplies today.
“What are you cooking today Ma'am?”
“Ehm, let me just Bi take over. Let's put it this way I can cook some kind of food.” Candanya by showing his abilities. Dista just laughed because he did not master the field.
Skillfully his hands cut vegetables and chopped chicken meat. Until the sweet smell came out of the kitchen. Forty minutes passed and everything was on the table.
Kania cooked a considerable amount, until Dista felt confused. Will they welcome the arrival of guests, because Kania empties the contents in the refrigerator. Occasionally clapped his hands with the young girl's skills.
“Kania, would you like to go on a picnic or would you like to welcome someone? Lots of cooking.” He rubbed his lips, suddenly feeling hungry. “My son wants a tasting, can ya!”
Kania who was still wearing a nightgown stroked the round stomach so that she immediately felt the pleasure of the pregnancy again, while telling her if she would bring food for her brother who had been found. The girl is not shy about saying that Faris is a criminal.
“Gracefully. I hope he changes a lot yes and dear Lo like a brother.”
“Thanks yes Dis, Lo has always been in my worst times during this.”
“Neverything to be sad about. Gih, get ready he said he wants to go to the office!”
Agnes and Chandra were delighted, as they both got along as she wished. It is not wrong to use that threat.The agreement they signed a few months ago is now no longer valid. Dion has taken over his job, and is now married to the girl of his choice.
“Be careful on the road, don't forget it will be noon Sigit will be to the office!”
Of course Dion wouldn't listen to him. Kania who felt bad immediately agreed with Chandra's words.
“Iya Pa, later will Kania help for that, we leave first.”
While in the office, the two of them looked seriously done the piled up work. Dion occasionally glanced at his secretary. Everything can be done well Kania, while the yellow man just play mobile phone and take some pictures of his wife.
‘He used to say yes to Sigit?’ his inner. Until a call came in surprised him and asked him to come to the police station.
“Kania, we go now!”
“But soon Sigit here Sir!”
Dion approaches Kania's desk and says this about her brother's condition. Inevitably, they immediately left the office. Kania's face panicked, her only relative was having problems. As much as possible he helped her. And when the elevator door opens ... A man in a neat suit had stood before him.
“Not your business!”
Kania pinched her boss's waist which was very annoying. His childish nature has not yet disappeared. Kania's invitation to Sigit actually added to his emotions that he had been holding back since.
Their chatter continued until they got to the parking lot, before they split up using their respective cars. Kania asks him to follow her. Upon arrival at the police station, Kania can't wait to meet her brother. By bringing his food from home.
However, it would be surprising to find a man he believed was Faris looking pale and stiff when taken out of the detention room.
“Faris?!” lirih Kania's.
Without a word left the two men who were with him. Kania ran to make sure she didn't see wrong. While Dion who was receiving information from Gunawan said if the man was food poisoning, however, strangely only Faris who experienced it.
There was a loud noise from a distance. Apparently Kania dropped her luggage in front of the prison officer. Upon seeing the man's face, reflexes shouted and blocked their steps. An officer tried to calm the beautiful woman in formal attire. His hand was immediately touched by Dion.
Dion hugged Kania. Why the ordeal is not over soon. How to say it later. Seeing Kania fall like this. Faris was treated at the same hospital where Dias was. A place to take care of the injured prisoners. Instantly Dion remembered the condition of the former who experienced the same thing.
“Toxing? or poisoned?”
Sigit looked at the sample bottle in Gunawan's hand. Ask permission to check it out. And photographing.
“Why are you interested in this? does this have anything to do with you?” gunawan asked, joking. The gallant officer had pocketed a number of irregularities from the large hospital belonging to Lord Virgiawan.
“I'm just trying to help.”
“Help? By obliterating evidence?”
Sigit passed regardless of Gunawan's words and contacted his doctor at the hospital. Asking for the whereabouts of his Papa and also sending him the photos he obtained.
Physicians
[It just so happened that Mas Sigit contacted me, I want to resign from Permata Medika.]
Scyte
[Don't joke! Now is not the time, give the antidote from the photo I sent earlier. We need to meet soon!]
Physicians
[But Mas.].
The voice of the doctor across instantly turned soft and put his phone into his pocket. When I heard the door open. Sigit who was about to turn off his connection heard a familiar voice other than that of his trusted doctor.
“How? You're willing to move me to a new hospital right? You can be on par with my son later.” The voice is no longer foreign.
‘Papa, what exactly are you planning?’
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