Arogan's Wife Belongs to a Doctor

Chapter 104 - Not Lucky

CHAPTER 104

GB Hospitals

During the day in the garden of GB Hospital the famous friendly and kind general practitioner was sitting leaning against a wooden chair. The gods only make friends with fountains and ornamental plants that are neatly arranged.

The god felt that the day since morning was a lot of drain, starting from spending the food made by Dwyne, then arriving at the hospital greeted by the ranks of patients who were waiting for him. Because the number of patients in each doctor has been limited by the management of the hospital, but today it booms, not to mention the Gods help keep watch on the IGD until 1 pm.

“Siang doctor”, greet some patients and nurses who crossed the park.

“Iya noon”, God smiles, one of these things that Dwyne is so disliked by. Her husband was too easy to spread her charm through the engraving of a smile on the lips.

The god stretched the muscles in his burly body, both hands raised upwards. Inhaling as much oxygen as possible, fragrant flowers appear to spoil the sense of smell. But the dizziness on the head slightly disturbed the gods, he was reminded of skipping lunch which is very important for medical personnel.

Not funny right when serving patients must be uprooted because of hungry stomachs. Suddenly God's hand reached into the pocket of the white suit, there was a strong urge grabbing his flat object.

His widened eyes received a message of attention from his wife, Dewa thought Dwyne had misdelivered. Because all this time the arrogant woman was just replying to the message without preceding sending a message. Moreover, just to ask what God has eaten, really just stale.

“God don't miss your lunch”

“What god have you eaten? I saw the news that today the patient is very much”

“God, see Denver wake up, want to give papa morale”

Dwyne sent a photo of herself with Denver, the veiled intent of the picture she wanted to send her own but was very embarrassed.

While Dewa reviewed the smile to notice the look on Dwyne's face that was still flat stingy smile, felt the flat screen touch Denver's cheek and then his wife's face. “Dwyne”, muttered God, loving face aimed at brown-sweetened women. “I will take care of you, I will always be there for you and Denver”.

Can the gods ignore this message? His little heart and fingers were eager to reply to that attention-filled message. But eventually God chose to close the chat application, asserting his brain that Dwyne just misdelivered. But how could it be wrong to clearly have his name written in the message

The intelligent god seems to forget everything, love is blind to cover his eyes that read clearly word for word. Before saving the phone, Dewa changed the front screen wallpaper to a photo of Dwyne and Denver that he just received.

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While Dwyne was at home, in the room always held tightly to her cell phone. He hoped that God would reply even if only one word was not a problem. Dwyne bit her lower lip and her gaze turned wistfully at the sent message read only by her husband.

“Dewa”, complained Dwyne, sitting limp on the sofa bed. Hugging pillows and blankets commonly used by God as body warmers when cold whack.

Let's just say that Dwyne was hugging the body of God, longing for the chest, shoulders and back of her husband as a backrest. Focus on feeling tired during a full day of activity.

“God can not your attitude do not be this cold”, shrewd Dwyne rubbed the rough of both cheeks. I don't know what else he should do. Dwyne began to remember things that her husband had given her, ranging from attention, necklace gifts, surprises in the new house, suddenly her guts shrunk remember all the sacrifices that God went through.

Not comparable to what she now feels and struggles, some days are very long and tired, especially her husband spent up to months even now at the age of 2 years of marriage.

“Why do I just regret it now?”, she let out a sigh, her net flat straight staring at the wedding photo.

Dwyne bit her thumb nail thinking, suddenly a simple idea came to her head. Instantly the mother of one child is excited to type something on the screen.

This lady steadily stepped into the kitchen, meeting the chef in charge of cooking today. “What is the menu for dinner”, ask Dwyne full of emphasis.

“Tom yum kuah nam khon, does anyone want miss change?”

“Emmmm, teach me how to make it !!!”, firmly Dwyne does not want to be denied.

“Ta but miss –“, the words of one of the chefs at the hotel who every day came home was interrupted to see Dwyne raised one hand.

“Your job is cooking and now it's your job to teach me how to make dinner”, annoyed Dwyne, her tail glances sharply at the chef.

“But this menu requests a great mistress who will be until later tonight”, Chef reasons.

“I don't care, teach me or you want to be moved to a faraway place and in another hotel?”, threatened Dwyne, as soon as the chef who is older than her nodded quickly.

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In the afternoon, Dwyne was crying, her clear hair flowing from her beautiful eyes. Not because sad, no, of course he had to clean the chili and peel and cut onions until both eyes were painful and hot.

Several times the house assistant offered to help but Dwyne refused, especially when her hand was scratched sharply by a knife. Plus the squeeze of lime juice further adds to the wound.

“Why should this weird cuisine for later tonight”, annoyed Dwyne at the chef who just smiled stiffly in front of her. “Say, out of so many million menus why should this?”, cried Dwyne sloppy, has been almost 30 minutes but never finished.

The lentic fingers and the beautiful nails were injured, if someone who damaged it was certain that this woman would be angry, given how expensive the cost of care for her fingernails.

“Ah shit, why not finished too. Is there no instant seasoning?”, Dwyne sobbing, holding a knife and chili. Fortunately there is no twin in this house, it is certain to be the material of Dariel's moons.

“No lady, let me cook it. We recommend that you prepare to welcome Doctor Dewa”, suggested the chef, his body retreated far back.

Dwyne brandished the knife as a sign of rejection, again making the chef's ears hot with the spicy words of his young lady.

A dozen minutes later, all the ingredients had entered in the pot. Dwyne stirred and inhaled the aroma of this very delicious cuisine. “It turns out not difficult just need perseverance”, Dwyne smiled satisfied.

Just as he was finishing cooking, a middle-aged housekeeper approached. His face turned tense and trembling as there was something to say.

“Young”'s phone

“APA?”, ketus Dwyne snatched.

“Nona you should sit first”, the door is very soft, staring at the face of Dwyne sweaty and scented seasonings and fingers there are wounds, this home assistant increasingly does not have the heart to convey the purpose of his presence.

“Say, what's up? Denver?”, asked Dwyne impatiently and with a sharp gaze.

“Not Miss, eemm but...tapi”.

BRACKET

“But what?”, the marble stone table buzz was an overflow of his frustration today.

“Mr Doctor said, it was a lady's phone call but it was not accepted. Just called and asked to say that tonight is not home, must replace –“, the sentence is interrupted.

“WHAT? NO. NOPE. Where is it possible?”, Dwyne does not believe that his efforts today will return in vain, why also his fate lately less fortunate ah not lucky more precisely.

...TBC...