The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Who are You

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"Nae..," cried Rahardian from his car. Then ran towards Nayla whose body was dazed to fall on the floor of her terrace.

Spontaneous Rahardian gets out of his car, running fast to save Nayla, the girl who has ravaged his heart.

Arriving on the porch of Hadi's father's house, Rahardian immediately carried the slender body of Nayla who was lying on the floor.

"What happened to Nayla?" ask Nayla's mother who hastily chased after Nayla after hearing the story of who Nayla Suherman really is.

"Nayla fainted, Mother," answered Rahardian lifting Nayla's body from the floor to her parked car in front of Suherman's father's house.

"In the meantime, I'm going to go to the hospital, too," Mother Nayla rushed into the house just to get a bag, without any preparation, then lock the door and walk towards Rahardian's parked car.

Rahardian took Nayla to the nearest Hospital for help. Fortunately the road was not too jammed, so Rahardian could drive his car a little speeding to get to the Hospital immediately.

Arriving in the ER. Nayla was immediately treated by a nurse and a guard doctor. After Rahardian laid Nayla's weak body on top of the gurney that had been available in the room.

Walking back and forth is what Rahardian does, now with a face full of worry. Fear of unwanted things happening to Nayla. Rahardian looked at Nayla from behind a white curtain made for room dividers.

While Nayla's mother immediately contacted her daughter-in-law's mobile number. With fingers shaking Mother Nayla squeezed Mahen's number. There was a sense of doubt and a whack of fear clearly visible in Mother Nayla's eyes. But that phone call was already answered by someone over there.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, Mahen," said Ms. Nayla with greetings as the opening speech.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, yes Mother," Mahen replied in a normal-sounding tone.

"Mahen forgive Mom," Mother's voice turned weak and quivered, startling Mahen.

"What's wrong with Mom? Mommy sick? Where is your mom now?" questions Mahen, but none of the Mother replied, only the sound of crying Mother Nayla who fulfilled Mahen's sense of hearing.

"Niilah.." Mom took a deep breath and then exhaled violently. "I'm sorry, Mahen," only that word came from Nayla's lips.

"Why Nayla, Mom?" the more impatient Mahen had to wait for what his mother-in-law wanted to say.

"Nayla fainted," at last the word came from her mother-in-law's lips. "Now at Airlangga Hospital" Nayla's mother told Mahen where Nayla was receiving treatment.

"Mother calm yes, I come to the Hospital immediately, right now," Mahen tried to calm her mother-in-law's heart. Then ended his conversation with his mother-in-law. Then rushed to call his personal assistant who became his confidant.

The woman in the white coat asked Rahardian. "You're the patient's husband?"

Rahardian looked left right, confused by the question of the young and beautiful female doctor.

"Why?" ask the doctor again.

"Ehh, it's okay, Doc," Rahardian rubbed his nape misbehaved. He was confused as to what to answer.

"I, Nayla's mother. The treated patient, "the middle-aged woman approached Rahardian and the woman's Doctor.

The god of salvation from Rahardian's nervousness and turmoil in front of the beautiful Doctor. "Luckily, Nayla's mother came. If I can't be ashamed in front of that beautiful doctor" Rahardian murmured.

"How about my daughter, Doctor," asked Nayla's mother with worry that never went away. The middle-aged woman continued squeezing her fingers to vent the uneasiness she felt, ever since.

"Alhamdulillah, the patient has no severe or dangerous disease. The patient only rests completely for a while. His body was exhausted, resulting in his tension being low. And I suggest that the patient be immediately consulted to the Ongin doctor for further treatment," The beautiful doctor said gently and politely.

"Doctor Ongin? Is Nayla pregnant, right now! But who's Nayla's husband? I've never heard of Nayla getting married? What did friends say at the time, not just hoax news? So that's the fact!" Rahardian was busy with her own thoughts. And it hit me when his arm was nudged by Nayla's mother.

"Son Rahardian, please take care of Nayla's needs first. Mom wants to call Nayla's husband first," Nayla's mother leaves Rahardian still in her confusion.

'Ohhh, she's not her husband, apparently. The beautiful doctor was smiling himself hearing that Rahardian was not the husband of the patient.

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"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, Mahen where have you been? Nayla should be referred immediately!" nayla's mother's voice was suddenly cut off from her phone connection with the daughter-in-law.

"Credited? What happened to my little wife?" Mahen wondered to himself in his heart.

Then he screamed. "Gaspollll's... The gala! It's urgent!"

Gala, who was sitting behind the wheel, could only gape at the strange behavior of the Boss.

Taking thirty minutes, finally the car driven by Gala arrived at the courtyard of Airlangga Hospital.

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Tak.. Geck.. Tak.. Geck..

The sound of the move from those expensively branded pantofel shoes echoed in the corridors of the Hospital that treated Nayla.

After getting information on Nayla's room. Without waiting for long, Mahen immediately slid into the designated room.

Although the body feels tired and tired does not affect Mahen's initial intention to come to the Hospital. He just wanted to immediately meet his little wife with a burning worry. As a result of the information provided by his mother-in-law is not very clear with the circumstances of his wife.

"Slowly, your way Gala!" mahen snapped without looking back.

Gala, who ran after her boss, kept talking to her client via her cellular connection. Gala must pending first all the agenda of Mahen today, for the sake of Mahendra Wijaya's favorite little wife.

While in the gurney the patient is still tightly closed both eyes of a beautiful woman who looks pale.

"Honey.." cried Mahen pushed the dark brown door made of wood, after saying his greetings first.

A sight that never existed in Mahen's brain, but today he saw it clearly. "Who are you!" screeched Mahen with his sharp gaze ready to draw the opponent.

A person was sitting on a chair beside the patient's bankar, where Nayla was lying weakly with both eyes closed. While someone was bowing his head on the edge of the bed with one hand tightly grasping Nayla's hand.

"Oh my God, what is this world war?" gala muttered inwardly looking at the unreadable facial expression of the Boss.

"Hi, wake you up!" mahen's baritone voice broke the silence in the all-white room.

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