
"Let's get out! What else are you waiting for?" sergeant Lolan was out of the car, but Ziva was still sitting in the car.
Ziva inhaled a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, after feeling calm, then he went outside from inside the car.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting" said Ziva, bowing his face deeply.
"It doesn't take much drama, you make me this way and you also have to make me recover. If you don't succeed, then don't expect me to forgive you!" threatening Lolan and then walking ahead of Ziva, Ziva followed behind Lolan with a feeling that was not good.
However, Ziva knew how Dr. Adit felt about him. Given what Mommy Nata said, Ziva immediately imagined a strange therapy that he would undergo later.
Of course Ziva is ready to do everything, he is ready to take responsibility for what happened to Lolan. After all, it was not illegal for her to do that, because she was the legitimate wife of a Lolan Baldev. It's just that, Ziva feels uncomfortable when doing it all right in front of Doctor Adit.
Ziva did not want to hurt Doctor Adit, but he had no other choice. In his heart Ziva promised to do anything as long as Lolan could return to normal as before. If the position is exchangeable. Ziva wanted himself to be the one with the disease, not Lolan.
Arriving in the elevator, Ziva felt even more nervous. Although he tried to prepare his heart, but still the nervousness he could not avoid.
"God! What's wrong with you?" Lolan was upset that Ziva was still in the elevator.
"Sorry sir," Ziva replied straight out of the elevator following Lolan who walked towards Doctor Adit's room first.
Tok, tok, tok ....
"Lake in!" doctor Adit shouted in there. Ziva again let out a heavy sigh.
"Welcome to Lolan and Miss Ziva," said Doctor Adit with a friendly look, making Ziva feel a little relieved. At least, Doctor Adit wasn't so devastated by her marriage.
"You know him?" tanya Lolan immediately sat on the chair in front of Doctor Adit.
"Of course, I came to the wedding. But it could not be long, I immediately went home because there was a sudden operation," replied Dr. Adit.
"Hem," said Lolan briefly.
"Please sit down, Miss Ziva," said Dr. Adit and Ziva, immediately sitting next to Lolan.
"What kind of therapy am I going to have now?" ask Lolan casually.
"The therapy will be gradual and may take a long time. I'll do a check on you first. Oh yes, before that I want to congratulate you both on your marriage, congratulations Lolan, "doctor Adit's helping hand was greeted casually by Lolan.
"Congratulations to Miss Ziva, may you always be happy," Doctor Adit's hand was welcomed by Ziva, even with his face paled because he was so nervous.
"Thank you, Doctor," welcome Ziva.
"All right, now let's begin," exclaimed Doctor Adit standing immediately.
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"Gue wants to ask Lo both," said Xena while sipping a drink.
"Ask what the hell? Just ask, don't make us both curious," said Ana while fanning her lips hot because of the spiciness.
"Yes, ask ya ask aja," continued Cristi remain relaxed.
"So gini, emm ... We can get pregnant if it belongs to a guy already in?"
"Uhukk!" His two best friends were immediately choking on food when shocked by the innocent question that Xena made.
"I mean Lo? Did you manage to sleep Doctor Adit? Lo seriously?" ask Ana not to believe it.
"Lo really did it, Xena? Crazy, I did not expect Lo as great as that," praise Cristi.
"You don't talk about it, I'm afraid of getting pregnant" said Xena.
"Out inside?" ask Ana.
"meaning?" ask Xena.
"Crotnya, inside what's outside?"
"Gue don't know, I don't see. But, I guess not really. Anyway haven't been in yet, uh, have you been in yet, yes," Xena said confusedly.
"Well, what's going in?" tanya Cristi growled.
"I think so," said Xena sure.
"Have you taken the Pill?" ask Ana.
"Not yet, did you bring it?" xena asked back.
"Yes no, it's crazy that I take the Pill to school, can berabe if razzia suddenly," replied Ana again sipping her noodles.
"Lagian Lo kok really teredor anyway. If pregnant danger loh, can-can be removed from school not to mention shame," continued Cristi make Xena frightened.
"How should I go?"
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