Handsome Doctor That's My Husband

Doctor Frans Aditya

A name that is quite calculated in the world of medicine. Frans aditya, he graduated

best in the field, the adopted son of a business empire owner of financeGroup.

Now he is in control of the largest private hospital in the capital. His personal life is not as good as his career. Although his name skyrocketed sharply, but who knows about his personal life.

The doctor who always appears eccentric with a life that does not like to be bound, his life

the free one is very different from the two best friends who prefer to

a serious life. He enjoys life, walking, and

doing whatever is pleasing, his life is not rigid, colorful.

On holidays he spends more time exploring his abilities

in journalism and photographers. His life was full of expression, his smile

it often expands on his lips, but his sharp eyes make his wibawa not

ever fading.

“Bi ..., if anyone's looking for me, say I'm having an event out of town!” said dr.

Frans on his housekeeper, he already carried a backpack on his back, seemed to be traveling quite a distance.

“Good sir!”

Before his steps reached the car, his home assistant went back to chasing him, the assistant's name

her household is Molli's aunt, she has worked with dr. Frans since childhood,

he also came from the mansion, the house of the mistress of Ratih. Adoptive mother dr. Frans.

When Frans' doctor decides to stay home alone, Ratih's mistress

send aunt Molli to look after her.

“Master!” call aunt Molli, get doctor Frans to undo her intention to go in

in car.

“Iya, what's bi?”

“So Mr. Agra called, he said Mr. Agra will come to the clinic!”

“Gosh ..., he loves to trouble me so much! lamented doctor Frans, he clucked a little and breathed a little deeper, "Well ..., let me call him later, I'll go

bi first, take care of yourself at home!”

“Good sir!”

Doctor Frans immediately got into the car, he drove his car at moderate speed

while enjoying the journey. His favorite Indonesian pop music became his friend

en route. He arrived at the airport and checked in.

Travel to Surabaya.

This time the journey is different, he went to Surabaya not only for sightseeing but also to visit his best friend. It has been two months that his best friend was in Surabaya, the complicated household life of his best friend, sometimes making him not want to get married.

His life was spent on sightseeing and moving to places no one else would think of visiting, actually there is a point that is looking for someone who has long settled in his heart.

“Surabaya I’m coming ....!” shouted dr. Frans when he arrived in Surabaya, he closed his eyes and spread his hands, trying to enjoy the air of Surabaya which is actually not much different from the city of Jakarta, hot.

“Better take a walk before giving a surprise to the mason!” said doctor Frans monologued himself throughout his steps.

Frans doctors choose to surround the city of Surabaya by taxi with a camera that is not

never got out of his hand. There are many pictures he took. Because by riding an ojek he can freely perpetuate things that he considers unique and will never get if he rides a car.

“Lapar once ...!” said Dr. Frasn after a long day of touring.

He held his stomach that had been asked to fill, he again walked along

the shop on the side of the road.

“This time eat typical food Surabaya!” doctor Frans surrounds a roadside stall, in fact he prefers to eat at street vendors.

The choice fell on a cingur rujak seller stall on the side of the road. With

slightly lowered his head so as not to be hit by the iron crossbar

become a tent buffer.

“Mbak ..., rujak cingurnya one yes, the spicy one!” doctor Frans said after getting into the tent.

“Iya mas!” said the hijab girl as she turned to look at Doctor Frans. Smiles

“Wiiishhhh ..., there is an oasis in the heat of Surabaya city ....!” Doctor Frans made

the girl frowned.

“Don't smile like that, later it turns into sweetness!” fashion doctor Frans

again making the girl understand the meaning of the buyer's words. The girl soon

averted his gaze from the doctor Frans and turned to look at the concoction of rujak

jingling.

After being satisfied to tease the girl who sells the singer, Frans doctor also chose to sit in

long chair made of wood, he deliberately twisted his chair until

facing the girl who was busy concocting a ritual for him.

“Sold a long time? not to school, right? or have you dropped out of school?” Ask doctor Frans without further ado.

“I only help mom, mas!” the girl said without taking her eyes off

concocted.

“Still in school right?” Ask Dr. Frans again.

The girl approached the doctor Frans while bringing a plate of ginger root and

put it on the front desk of Dr. Frans.

“Have passed, mas!”

“Still ...!” doctor Frans said as he pulled the plate closer to her.

"Are you really graduating?" doctor Frans asked again, and the girl nodded. "Kok more pantes to be a high school boy!"

Doctor Frans immediately ate the food, enjoying every mouthful.

"Enak ......!" doctor Frans later said.

“Lecture dong?” again doctor Frans was so cool.

The girl only smiled, she returned to the direction of her wagon not intending to answer

doctor Frans's questions. But not doctor Frans if it is easy to give up.

“What's your name?” Ask Frans' doctor while eating his food.

The girl looked back, maybe she thought the man in front of her was very

sucks. But the buyer is king, he cannot ignore his question.

“Ais ..., Ayesha!” said the girl without looking at Dr. Frans.

“Good name, I like!” praise doctor Frans lightly while continuing to eat his spirit.

Finally Frans doctor finished his food, he stood up and approached Aisyah the seller of curry, he was cool with his book.

“I guessed it, you must be in college. Learn diligently but also not too

fixated on one place only, just enjoy this life with good limits!”

said Frans' doctor, handing him a piece of fifty thousand.

“Take the change, hope we meet again!” doctor Frans left

the girl just like that, she walked like without a burden.

“Basic strange man ..!” said the girl while shaking her head.

Who knows best about us but ourselves ..., Don't let the prejudices of others break your heart and yours, turn you into someone else.

Visual doctor Frans

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