Dr. Little Wife. Emir

The Eps 48

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"How's doc ?" The Emir Doctor asked Doctor Ririn after examining his wife.

"Alhamdulillah, all is well - the doctor, Miss Emira tonight can also go home. But you still have to keep yourself from getting too tired and not too many thoughts that will be stressful." Doctor Ririn.

"Thank you Doctor Ririn." Emira looks so excited. The smile on his face was so perfect, he immediately contacted Kiran and Della, telling her he could go home.

"Same, if so please excuse me." Doctor Ririn bailed on Emira and the Emir Doctor, himself out after getting a nod from the Emir.

"Our mother went straight home, right?"

"Mas has a scheduled visit in a moment. Then we go home."

"Well, then can I hold my phone ?" Emira raises her hand, asking for her phone which has been confiscated by the Emir for 3 days.

"Later in the new house I give. You wait here a minute, you'll be right back."

Emira seemed to pursed her lips, currently only herself and her husband in the room, because the mother was forced to return to accompany Dad to Semarang.

"But I'm tired of it, can I walk in the park ?"

"No, it's night." The Emir seemed to think, looking at the bored-looking Emira.

"Prepare, come with me to visit some patients."

"Allowed ?" Instantly a smile expands on the face of ayu Emira.

"Emm.." The Emir helped his wife to change clothes and when she felt all was well, he led his wife to sit in a wheelchair.

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"Should I wear this ?" emira has protested several times because she was treated like a sick person.

"Be quiet, Emira." And for the umpteenth time also her husband did not want to be denied, this is already the third patient as well as the last patient that her husband must check tonight.

"Good night, Emir's doctor." Greet the young female patient with such vigor, the woman looks very beautiful and sweet with dimples embedded as the girl smiles even though her face looks pale. If predicted, it might be 20 years old.

The girl was still seen displaying her sweetest smile to the Emir's doctor. But his attention was distracted by someone who entered along with the Emir's doctor. The smile that had been so perfect immediately sirnah, replaced with a gaze full of question marks. Emira also felt the change, but she still chose to be quiet and smiled at him.

"Doctor who is he ?"

"He's.."

"Darling you're awake ?" A middle-aged woman arrived - arriving into this quite spacious vip room.

"Did Clarisa make the doctor difficult again today ?" Ask her Mommy Clarisa please - please worry. Because his son often makes himself sigh with his silly request.

The Emir shook his head and smiled faintly at the middle-aged woman.

"No ma'am, absolutely not." There was the sound of a gentle Emir doctor with a face that returned flat.

Emira tried to be ordinary, she kept smiling despite not getting a reply. That she did because she did not want to make her husband worried, and moreover this is her husband's hospital, the image of her husband must remain her guard.

"Aahh.Thank God, this child is very difficult to manage, I am always troubled by his will." The Emir did not answer Clarisa's mommy, as the Emir is currently examining the girl.

"Don't listen to mommy doc, mommy's always going overboard." Clarisa looked puckered her lips with a bitter face to the mommy.

"Excess what the hell. You are not aware, if your actions are also often troublesome Doctor Emir. Emir's doctor is not your personal doctor, who must always obey your crazy will."

Of course the conversation of the child and the mother was heard clearly by Emira, she felt uncomfortable, because she was not considered there, the smile that was still embedded in her face slowly faded. Emira seemed to bow her head feeling uncomfortable.

"The next three days Clarisa can go home, because the wound is also dry enough." Azam's words restyled the stethoscope that had been used to pin Clarisa to her neck. The Emir glanced at the silent-looking wife.

"Areally doctor?, if I'm cured, can I visit the doctor's residence ?" Ask the girl.

"Clarisa." said the middle-aged woman.

"I'm sorry my son is a doctor." The Emir just nodded, luckily his Emir did not respond to Clarisa's question.

"I'll excuse you for taking my wife home." The girl named Clarisa looked surprised to hear the Emir's words. The Emir walked over to Emira, rubbed his wife's shoulder and buried a kiss on her forehead. He pushed his wife's wheelchair and walked out.

When Emir and Emira were already outside the room. Clarisa was crying hysterically.

"Huaa... mommy.. surely I misheard right ?"

"why is it ?" ask mommy who is actually also surprised if the woman who was with him was the wife of the Emir doctor. Luckily, this time his son did not say anything - no.

"Mommy don't pretend not to listen." The girl was crying hysterically.

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Emira continued to watch her husband who had just come out of the bathroom, her hair still looked wet, even some still dripping onto the shoulders of her husband who was not wearing clothes, The Emir went to the dressing room wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.

The man came out of the wardrobe and grabbed his phone on the nightstand, charged the phone, which was out of battery and then went to bed. All of this was not out of the eyes of his wife.

"Why.. hem ?" Emir asked in front of Emira.

"Beautiful, um ?" instead of answering, Emira asked her husband ambiguous questions. The Emir frowned because he did not understand his wife's question.

"A very sweet yes every day can see the clear - clear." Emira spoke again in a satirical tone.

It seemed that the Emir had begun to understand the direction of his wife's conversation, so from then on his wife was paying attention to him because of this.

Emir smiled faintly, maybe even Emira was unaware of it. Emira who saw her husband looked ordinary and did not respond to his words made her heart rumble. Already earlier he was holding back the resentment in his heart.

"Stop the mas, I'm going to bed." Emira lay her body against the Emir, she also pulled the blanket to the limit of his neck. Her heart was hot, but her husband was insensitive.

"You why the hell bun ?"

"Eh.. Why did you suddenly change your nickname so ?" Inner Emira.

**Connected**