You Are Only Mine
She's nice
chapter 142
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In return, Joy was ready to return to her apartment.she packed all the goods and called the office driver to pick her up. Although she felt better, but she still felt weak. not wanting to linger in the hospital is the reason Joy.
The ringing of the phone makes the joy stop its activities.he immediately raised the incoming call.
" where are you ??" ask Joy when the call is connected.
" i'm outside sir. do I want to take you to the nursery ??"answer the driver by offering help
" all right wait there. I'll be right out." said Joy, who just turned off her call.
Soon Joy lifted the small bag she was using to place her clothes in, and with a definite step Joy immediately came out of the nursery.
A moment Joy stopped when she was about to close the door again. Candrika's shadow flashed beautifully in her mind. soon she brushed aside, let alone see the response of Candrika who seemed to dislike her.
realize that. Joy closed the door violently and immediately sailed towards the exit.
His steps were very neat and neat. Welcome from the driver was not reciprocated anything by Joy, he just went straight into the car when it arrived and had opened the car door by the driver.
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" herra.. You want some juice ??" at lunchtime, Mayra was checking in on Herra in Herra and Narendra's room.
" no aunt.. Herra prefers plain water" Herra replied politely.
" all right. Relax yourself, right ?? breathe in and take it out slowly.." Mayra tried to check Herra's blood pressure and some she needed to check.
Narendra continued to look at the bibj who was very patient and tender when examining his wife.
" aunty.my son is fine right ?? he's not surprised to get on a plane ??" ask Narendra.
Mayra smiled as she removed the stethoscope and placed it back in her big bag.
" he's good Naren. Herra is not stressed and has a lot of thoughts and also tiredness, he will be fine." said Mayra.
" Nah Herra, you can rest again.An hour we arrive." said Mayra.
" thank you aunt May, sorry for the trouble." said Herra.
" what are you talking about, you are also my dear daughter.already, do not think of anything.aunti can not wait for the birth of her.." bright mayra did not forget she gently rubbed Herra's stomach.
Herra replied with a smile of happiness.
Mayra immediately got out of bed and got out.
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In Jakarta, Dirya has now been busy with dropping off and picking up Qiara. Because Candrika did not return, Qiara was forced to continue living in the Dirya department.
actually she was very unpleasant, especially Dirya did not want to be given rent, but Qiara had no other choice, only there was a safe place from the reach of her husband.
That afternoon, Dirya came back to the hospital.The reason could always make Qiara silenced, which is to control if at any time husband qiara make a tantrum.
" my master is not good if you continue here." said Qiara while in the hospital with Dirya who was very fond of eating food in front of him.
" why is it ?? oh... You want to wait for your evil husband ??!! sorry yes, I will not let you be touched by such a mad man." Diryaa replied briefly, still enjoying the food.
" let me how I married you sir. I don't want your good name tarnished.." Qiara tried to speak.
Dirya put down the spoon and gulped down water in front of him. Afterwards, she stared fixedly at Qiara who was sitting in front of her.
both their eyes also clashed with each other. "even if I have to lose everything I do not mind, but do not let me see you brought the ugly man.Do you mind if I intend to protect and take care of you ??" dirya.
" ma..I mean sir ??" Qiara could not digest Dirya's words, but when he looked at Dirya, Qiara was very awkward.
" i like you sister Qiara. I wouldn't even want you to be hurt by that ugly man, if I could I would kill him so that I could be free to have you.." explained Dirya clearly.
Don't be asked again, Qiara is already like being stung by a high-voltage electric current. Qiara stared with round eyes and a heart that was beating very fast, unexpectedly, even the man before her calmly and clearly expressed his feelings.
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