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The Immaculate Love 120

The surgeon who is young and very handsome, always the word that is spoken of some people who see, know, know, or just passing with the doctor who just came out of the operating room.

His steady step, his friendly smile, and his sharp gaze, are additional charms for the young doctor who just won the title of specialist doctor not less than 3 months ago. And now he has been appointed as the head of one of the most prestigious hospitals in the entire country.

“Doctor, there are patients who have been waiting in the room,” reported a guard doctor who also doubles Asistan the doctor.

The handsome young doctor looked silent and did not give a response, his gaze only led to the assistant, the 40-year-old female doctor looked down and immediately passed.

Something's not right.

He is not a doctor who opens practice hours at Hospital— which is a hospital owned by his extended family. He came to the hospital in two ways, his duties as a chief physician, and his duties as a surgeon.

But stories like this have happened many times. There are patients who want to meet in person, with a variety of reasons and versions, is not new anymore. What else is the reason if not for the charm of the doctor who is so attractive.

And the doctor who seems to have a stock of patience that myriad, overcoming their behavior by giving understanding, although not infrequently he took decisive action, when considered to have really exceeded the limit.

So, what about this one now?

He entered his study, a very large and magnificent room. Sure enough there was a woman sitting there waiting for him. And he is not alone, but accompanied by two people who are in charge of preparing all the needs of the doctor of course.

“Doctor.” The two women in white uniforms immediately got up from their seats. Riding a friendly and respectful smile, while looking very relieved. Because they had almost an hour waiting for the prospective female patient who forced her in and waited for the doctor in his room.

“Sorry, Doc. We ...” One of them was about to report his inability to serve, which could not prevent the woman from entering the room. Obviously this is very against the rules.

But he could not finish the sentence, because the doctor immediately raised his hand. So that he does not continue the report. While the handsome doctor's eyes were fixed on the woman who had been waiting for him, who was now standing and turned to look at him.

“Sayang.” Immediately a friendly call was spoken from the doctor who was full of charm to the beautiful hijab woman who looked at him while commenting on the gentle smile. His hands were immediately stretched out as he approached, ready to carry the woman in a loving embrace.

The two women in all-white uniforms—who witnessed the scene—only can exchange views and look at each other in wonder. How not, now in front of them presented the scenery, the doctor who they greatly admired, was hugging the beautiful hijab woman who covered her beautiful body with a dress Syar’i.

“Mas, don't be too tight, your child can be tight,” the woman shrieked in a spoiled voice.

“Ah yes, dear .. sorry yes, Nak.” The doctor rubbed the woman's stomach with a pity. Apparently behind his wide robe shirt, stored a large enough distended stomach.

Like hearing the sound of lightning in broad daylight, the two women were unable to hide the shock, they looked at each other with gawking expressions, and then nodded at each other, but it does not seem to be accompanied by full consciousness. It can be seen from the look on their faces that are still confused.

The doctor said his wife was named Quinsha Daneen. Wasn't Quinsha his wife Rafardhan, the famous handsome artist.

The readers must be astonished. And scrutinize each reading with deep wrinkles.

“Ka-then, Ka-we excuse me, Doctor Rafasya,” said one of the two, with words that do not surf the highway.

“Iya,” said the doctor without anchoring the face on both.

Doctor Rafasya Aditya Zaidan, that's the name of the surgeon who is very admired by many people.

“Am I late, baby, until you catch me here?” The handsome young doctor again grabbed his wife's body into his arms. And this time accompanied by a gentle swab on the hijab of the wife who smiled full of pleasure.

“Gak, Mom. I arrived early on purpose, because I wanted to wait for you here ... And at once I ..” Quinsha unraveled her husband's embrace and looked at the beautiful face in front of him closely.

“What's good, Honey?”

“I want to prove the rumors I've heard all along. About my husband, Doctor Rafasya, who has become the most charming doctor in this hospital, and ... many are fascinated by him.”

“And what did you get from the results of your investigation, dear?”

“All that is true.” Quinsha looked at the husband's face while clucking. Rafasya smiled as she pulled the tip of Quinsha's nose.

“I cannot deny my charms, and cannot prevent them from not being enchanted by me. But I was just fascinated by my wife. Now and forever, only Quinsha is in my life.” Rafasya cupped his wife's face and landed a kiss on her forehead. “You are my queen,” he said with all love.

“You can always make me blush.” Quinsha immediately wrapped her hands around her husband's shoulders unable to hide the happy hue on his face.

How does the story go, Rafardhan who is an artist, suddenly swerved, and became a specialist doctor?