The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Ready for Commander Mother

Happy reading..

"Surya!" call the big madam.

Feeling her name being called by the big madam, Surya hastily stepped his feet towards the source of the sound.

"Yes, Madam," Surya's breath sounded dull. He stood up with a stern attitude.

"Take me to the hospital, right now!" tell him by topping his branded bag.

"Which hospital, ma'am?" surya asked to clarify his great madam's orders.

"Yes greetings! Gala!" screeched Mama Torment, patting her forehead. "Assisten's bloated, I'm not told the hospital!" pissed Mama Siska.

"Indeed, who's sick, ma'am?" surya asked again, very carefully. He was afraid of ruining the good mood of his great mistress, today.

"Nobody's sick, Surya! But happy news came from the hospital," said Mama Siska by continuing her steps to the terrace of the house.

Surya immediately opened the car door for his great mistress.

Before getting into the car, Mama Siska styled first, taking a picture of herself. Then upload on his social media.

Photo of Mama Siska, captioned.

"Alhamdulillah, Praise the Gratitude of Your Presence O Allah. Successor of the Wijaya Family, finally rising illuminate the happiness of the Wijaya Family."

Mama Siska had gotten into the car and was sitting in the passenger seat. Surya is also ready behind the wheel.

"Where are we going to the hospital, Miss Siska?" surya asked before driving his vehicle.

"Be quiet, why Sur! Noisy you! Long-time kayak Mother-emak complex, very strong stock!" mama Siska's nagging while attaching a flat object to her earlobe.

Tut's.. Tut's.. Tut's..

The phone connection was also connected to the person who contacted Mama Siska.

"Hospital what's his name, Galon!" great-granddaughter Mrs Siska, when the voice of greeting from a telephone.

"Yes, big lady. At Airlangga Hospital," replied someone from a phone call.

"Yes already! The news is not complete, like the installment of the pot Mother-emak Rempong! Loons, Galoons!" Mama Siska hung up the phone before the other person finished his speech.

'Mother and child are alike. Hanging up the phone at will, ' Surya muttered to himself. (Emak is the same kid as usual. Hang up the phone at will, ' murmured Surya inwardly.

"To Airlangga Hospital, Sur!" tell Mama Siska to Surya.

"Who's sick, ma'am?" Surya is still curious, because from now on he has not yet got a definite answer about who will be visited by his great mistress.

"Just walk, don't ask too many questions! You are the same Galon, long time I put into the museum! One is a lot of things, the other one is not clear!"

'Oh, Mom. The fate of your son iki, so the driver is like this. The spray continues. Yes it has been received with a chest roomy, not a ball field," Surya grumbled to himself. 'But, big lady, call it Galon. Who's about yeah?' Surya's kekeboan is starting to come back.

"Slightly spout, Sur!" Mama Siska ordered Surya to slightly increase his speed. He was impatient, wanting to meet his daughter-in-law immediately.

Tiinn.. Tiiinn..

Many times Surya had to honk, to get ahead of the other riders in front of him. He only wanted to obey the orders of his great mistress, but safety still had to take precedence.

Surya snorted, hitting the steering wheel of the car when it had to get stuck at the red light for the second time. "Shitt!"

"Oh.." cried Mama Siska who hit the chair in front of her. "Surya! You want to kill me!" snapped it.

"Sorry, Madam. Not according to estimates. The light flashed red first," Surya defended himself.

"Why turn on the red light, Sur!" Mama Siska nagged while stroking her forehead which was sucked up by the chair, due to the sudden brake, Surya.

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The car that Surya was driving drove fast. And now into the court of Airlangga hospital.

Surya stopped his car in front of the entrance of the hospital building, then quickly released the seat belt that was coiled on his body. Then get out of the car, walk to the passenger door to open the door for the big lady.

After the car door opened, Mama Siska soon got out of the car, still with her expensive glasses perched on her nose. Looking towards the Airlangga hospital building.

Mama Siska swung her steps in a hurry, looking for the information section and asking the hospital receptionist directly, the location of her daughter-in-law's treatment room.

After thanking the officer who helped him. Mama Siska walked towards the elevator. The worry is still dominating, he must meet Nayla soon, in order to see her condition now.

After the elevator opened, Mama Siska headed straight for Nayla's treatment room. When she found the room in question, Mama Siska directly broke through the brown door. After knowing someone is coming in. Mahen and Nayla turned at once.

"Mama," Mahen and Nayla cried together again.

"Basic husband is not acting after his wife!" Mama Siska approached Mahen who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Then, hit Mahen's shoulder tightly.

PLAKKIS..

"Ma.." cried Mahen, grimacing pain while rubbing his shoulder that was hit by Mama Siska.

Mama Siska's face turned bright, after seeing Nayla's current condition. His anxiety and worry, had disappeared.

"Go away, you," Mama Siska told Mahen to move his seat, because Mama Siska wanted to sit near Nayla.

"Idiihh, Mama," protested Mahen who was asked to step aside by his mother.

Now, Mama Siska is sitting next to Nayla. "Darling, how are you doing, now? Mama's granddaughter-in-law, all right here?" mama Siska asked by stroking Nayla's flat stomach.

Nayla who was sitting looked towards Mama Siska, replying with a smile. "Alhamdulillah, it's better, Ma. Just a little dizzy and nauseous," Nayla replied smiling.

"Maclum all that is congenital young pregnant mothers. It will also disappear on its own" Mama Siska rubbed Nayla's shoulder.

"You also don't get tired, take a lot of rest" Mama Siska rubbed Nayla's right hand lightly and stuck an infusion needle on the back of Nayla's hand.

"And you, Mahen should be able to be your wife and also your future grandchild! Just be careful if Nayla does anything! You are dealing with Mama Siska, the great Mistress of the Wijaya Family! Understand, Mahen!" mama Siska said by issuing her ultimatum to the son.

"Ashiapp... Mrs Siska Wijaya Kusuma Hadiningrat," Mahen replied with a long name, whether it's the name of anyone brought by Mahendra who began to look at it.

"No danger?" Mama Siska talks to Nayla.

Nayla can only smile at the behavior of Mother and child, who both defend her degree of simplicity.

"Mama's not kidding, Mahen!" timpal Mama Siska's.

"Every Mother Commander," Mahen stood in front of Mama Siska with his right hand raised in salute.

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