Arogan's Wife Belongs to a Doctor

Chapter 103 - In vain

CHAPTER 103

While Dwyne wanted to spend a lot of time with the Gods, her husband avoided her. Dwyne spent half a glass of lemon water which even tasted more sour plus the behavior of her husband.

But a handful of spirit was still blazing in the chest, Dwyne stepped steadily into the room. This time he must not fail again to attract the attention of the Gods. Don't let him be embarrassed like that.

Opening the door impatiently, Dwyne smiled apparently God has not slept, her husband was sitting on the sofa bed while continuing to stare at the baby who is sound in sleep. Denver is a smart baby, not fussy at night, the baby just whines little wants milk. After a good night's sleep until morning comes.

“God, you haven't slept”, Dwyne's feet keep moving closer.

“Not yet, after all just finished eating why go straight to sleep?”, Dewa shook his head, closed his eyes for a while and sat leaning back to open the medical book. Read with focus and calm.

“Dodge again”, muttered Dwyne, who now cannot see her husband's face well due to being covered by a thick book. Her beautiful appearance tonight was as if the wind was past for the Gods, the proof of that man was not blown away in the slightest, commenting a word was not. Dwyne advanced her lips, punched her left palm weakly. “Do you hate me Dewa?”, said Dwyne, finally sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You asked something Dwyne?”, God did hear something but what the wife said was not caught clearly. “I'm sorry Dwyne, I'm sorry I avoided you, I don't want to get any more false hope” said the God in the recesses of his heart.

Dwyne shook his head weakly, shrugging his shoulders slightly, the thick book in the hands of the Gods again covered the handsome face that Dwyne longed for. Dwyne could not always be like this, she could not accept the cold and indifferent attitude of her husband.

In the end, Dwyne walked in and changed her clothes and removed the makeup on her pretty face, then climbed up and covered her body with a blanket. His gaze was only on the Gods, the look of his eyes was sharp and both hands were tightly clenched in a blanket, his lips tightly clenched despite wanting to talk a lot.

It didn't take long, Dwyne closed her eyes carried away in a dream. The god who realized that, instantly kept his tome. Stared at every beautiful carving on his wife's face, shaking the heart of God to come closer. The god caressed the head of the woman who later behaved strangely, then kissed the forehead, nose and pink lips that are now plain not to use anything.

“You've always been beautiful Dwyne”, removing traces of saliva left on her lips. May the God lie down at his wife's side, hugging tightly and not wanting to let go of the woman who had made his heart feel all love also tight in the chest.

“Beautiful sleep beautiful. You're a great mother that Denver has”, look at God full of puja, before long he also followed Dwyne to dreamland.

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Dwyne immediately opened her eyes wide, hearing the cry of the Denver baby. “Denver”, obviously still has not received full awareness. “God?”, deft God gave a bottle of milk to his son without having to wake Dwyne up first.

“Ya?”, sahut Dewa.

Dwyne's brown netra was swathed on a window covered in a thin translucent cloth. The day had changed though the sun was still shy to show itself but the light this morning was a little brighter.

“Since when did Denver wake up?”, lowering the soles of the feet on the carpet, why didn't God wake him up to feed Denver milk. Dwyne was very embarrassed, as the Gods would often wake up at night to take care of her son.

“Oh, just”, replied Dewa without turning to his wife.

“Yes, whatever you think is good while putting Denver forward is not a problem”, agreed Dewa. He never restrained his wife must be a full housewife 24 hours at home.

god is aware of Dwyne's position as heir to one of the family businesses, and this woman has been accustomed to spending half her time working outside the home. It might be possible that Dwyne gave up the position of CMO, but God feels it would be better if this wife has time for herself, meet and learn many things, not confined in the house.

“Sorry, I can't be a full mother to Denver” yet, said Dwyne lowered her head, sighing softly.

“Hey, no problem. Maybe your path and your mama are different, but you see Doctor Samantha is still active today, right? It's just that the intensity of the practice is not like before”, concluded Dewa, did not want Dwyne to blame herself for not being able to always accompany Denver.

“Yes you are right Dewa”, nods quickly, he is so lucky to have a God-like understanding husband. Really have to thank Papa Ray and set him up with the Gods. She was so heartless when she said she regretted marrying her husband. “Huh”, Dwyne limp.

“God? Today leaving in the morning? I made breakfast ya”, Dwyne enthusiastically tried back what failed last night.

“Eh Dwyne, ti-“, God is silent because Dwyne moves so fast. Though for what a hassle, not all this time the chef who cooked all the food for the Bradley family.

While in the clean kitchen, Dwyne was tired of receiving instructions from the chef just to make sandwiches and fruit salads. “Aduh, ku” nails, the ringis continues to cut fruit that is not clear shape.

“Young lady, let me help”, bargain chef who shook his head next to Dwyne.

“No need”, reject Dwyne.

“Why does it look like this?”, Dwyne is disappointed, expectations are excessive. The second shadow of the food was unlike what he recorded in the head.

The chef was about to change the food that Dwyne made but before that happened God went down first, his appearance had been neat, maroon short-handed shirts wrapped around a stocky body, and black trousers perfected his appearance.

“Dewa”, Dwyne was surprised, he thought there was still time to improve his work this morning but it was too late. “De-God sorry, I'm –“, Dwyne stared sadly at the two plates in her hand.

“What is breakfast for me, Dwyne?”, the Lord approaches the closer, Dwyne can only be nervous and shy but also nod at once.

“Eh no, this is mine”, Dwyne fast error.

But the two plates turned to the hands of the God, who was now ready to eat his breakfast. One mouthful made it into the mouth of the Gods, “Ehem”, next to the eyebrows of the Gods raised, this fruit salad tasted sour with too much sauce and a squeeze of lime juice in it. The god chose to finish his meal, he knew Dwyne who could not cook must be hassles making two menus in front of him.

“Do you like it? I can make even more”, said Dwyne, God is so greedy to eat food that does not taste bad.

“Uhuuk”, God coughed, he really could not eat more. “Yes I like, but you better not bother to make it again”, God lied to the woman who now frowned leaning on the kitchen bar.

...TBC...