I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Newspaperman

These reporters really make me hassles to spend a rather long time following the questions of those who are very interested in our personal lives. Some of them even almost pissed me off for not believing in my assertion that the marriage relationship between Mahfudz and me was fine. What do you want anyway? I have to admit that our marriage is not okay while we have never had any significant problems in the household relationship. We've been warm lately, uppss!! Hihihi, but that was before Mahfudz stumbled over this case of malpractice.

"I've answered all the questions representing all the media colleagues, now may I go back to work, hmm? Please understand, I am the same as you all who are here, looking for food in this hospital. Intar if the leader is angry with me because it is not professional at work, how donk?" I said with a sad pretend.

"Ahh, the doctor likes to be humble. There is still dr. Handsome, Doc?" another journalist teased me.

Just now I wanted to answer that slur, suddenly the woe of a journalist made me almost die of lice.

"Dr. Mahfudz said he had not been to work for several days. Even on TV17, Dr. Mahfudz did not broadcast yesterday. According to the news I heard, Dr. Mahfudz stumbled over a practice mall case, didn't really, Doc?"

The question from the reporter not only surprised me but made other reporters no less surprised. That parking lot filled with their hordes suddenly became noisy. One journalist and another asked each other if the news that the reporter had just thrown to me was true.

I myself became nervous.

"Doctor! Dr. Raya? Is that true, Doctor?"

"What malpractice case does dr. Mahfudz, Doctor?" ask the others again.

"What is the reason for dr. Mahfudz hiding himself? Did dr. Mahfudz trying to escape responsibility?"

This last question hurt me so much. My Mahfudz is not that kind of person. He never ran away from responsibility. That accusation alone has hurt me so much, let alone him later?

"Sorry, yes! My husband never ran away from responsibility! If he had any problems, he would have been responsible until the end. So please take care of her mouth, Ma'am!" I said offended.

I still feel like arguing with that reporter when someone saves me from that situation.

"Dr. Kingdom!" call someone.

From his voice I know who it is. Then to make sure I looked over and saw the guy.

"It turns out you're here. Where are you from? The clock for ishoma Kayknya is over. Don't corrupt your time, Doc .." so far.

"D-l-d-be?" nervous muttered.

Ali frowned at me as if giving a code.

"Eh, I mean dr. Ali," erratiku.

"Udah, come! I'm looking forward to the professor!" bring Ali. "Sorry, fellow journalists, dr. So I take it away first can ya? We have a very urgent meeting" he said.

"Yeahhh. Raya hasn't answered. In a minute, can ya? Please ... please ..." One of the reporters asked for more time to ask me about Mahfudz.

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Still less fit, so short-short othor setor his chapter.