
“Why did the woman come back when I had forgotten her?” Monologue Kholil. “I have to be careful, Viola definitely have other plans!” continued.
Viola Jennaira is a beautiful girl who comes from a wealthy family. A few years ago he had a serious relationship with Emran, but unfortunately at that time the family business was on the verge of bankruptcy. The Viola family abruptly annulled Emran and Viola's engagement without giving any reason. They then brought Viola to America, since living in America Viola never gave news to Emran.
Emran, who loves Viola so much, almost went crazy for losing her lover. Until one day, he swore he would make them regret it.
Emran tried hard so that the family business did not go bankrupt. Two years later, the handsome man was able to make his family's business grow rapidly and famous everywhere. He eventually became the CEO of Buana Group.
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Home is the most comfortable place for most people, but different from Amara. According to the beautiful nurse, her house is hell.
“Rome is something I don't miss!” monologue Amara while stepping her feet entered the house lazily.
“Kak, ask for money!” shofia shouted when she found out her brother had come home.
“I am not a running ATM machine, from now on I will not give you money, your tuition fee is also not a big brother's business!” peekit Amara's.
“What did you say? You forget, you still have a lot of debt with me!” sambar Bu Indri just came out of the room.
“Building, caring, providing education, marrying children is the obligation and responsibility of every parent. These are not debts to be paid!” amara explained.
All that Amara said was true, children are not assets or means of investment parents. Because actually without demanding even the relationship of parents and children will always take place reciprocally. As long as the parents give good, then the good will they enjoy from their children.
Hmh!
Miss Indri spit on Amara's pretty face. “You're starting to dare to lecture mom? Remember, your paradise is on the soles of my feet!” bu Indri Bentak.
“My heaven and hell are God's decisions,” Amara said as she rubbed her face.
“If you do not want to finance Shofia college, now you go from this house!” bu Indri Bentak.
“Good, I also don't want to stay in this hell house!” firmly Amara.
The beautiful woman then, went to her room. He immediately packed his clothes and personal belongings. Amara was unable to live with her parents.
After she finished putting her clothes in, Amara rushed out carrying her suitcase. He then drove his bike without a clear direction and purpose. Amara walked down the city street while still sobbing, even though she was used to being bullied and persecuted by her family, but still Amara's heart ached because it was treated like that. During her life, Amara never felt the affection of her parents.
Bruk!
“Amara!” Kholil came to Amara's aid. “You all right?” kholil asked frantically as he looked at Amara's body to make sure there were no serious injuries.
“I'm fine.” Amara managed to stand up with Kholil's help.
Amara did not have serious injuries, there were only blisters on his legs due to a motorbike hit. The beautiful nurse rushed to pick up the P3K box in her suitcase and cleaned and treated her wounds.
Meanwhile, Kholil stared at Amara almost without blinking. For some reason he suddenly admired Amara, he was very adept and dexterous in treating wounds. It is seen that the girl is used to caring for and providing help to her patients.
“Where are you going? Why bring a suitcase?” asked Kholil while continuing to look at Amara's beautiful face.
“Now, for sure I will leave that hell house!” amara said as she put the P3K box back in her suitcase.
“You're hurting them again?” ask Kholil to investigate.
“Sure, there is no day of them without hurting me!”
Kholil then invited Amara to sit in the city park so that their chat was more comfortable. Kholil concocted his flagship coffee to give to Amara.
He then gave his coffee to Amara. The beautiful girl just sipped coffee made by Kholil. As on that day, after drinking coffee made by Kholil, Amara's heart became better.
“If you need a storymate, I'm ready to listen to your story!” bargain Kholil.
Without feeling awkward, Amara recounted all the suffering she had been feeling. Occasionally clear details dripped from the eyes of the beautiful girl.
Kholil was very fond of seeing Amara's life that turned out to be very suffering. ‘That was the fate of this beautiful nurse,’ Kholil murmured in heart. Kholil faithfully listened to the bitter story of Amara's life, it turns out that in real life there is a child who is treated like in the garlic fairy tale.
“Do you want to marry me?” kholil asked seriously while looking at Amara.
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