I'm Not a Backup Womb

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I'm not the Backup Rahim

Art 181's

"Hemm, yes I know." I looked up, I saw my husband getting closer to me,

"But Sin, I suddenly mules. I'll go to the toilet first." My pamphlets left my line.

"Debby, wait a minute." Prevent Sinta, I keep passing, my feelings start to unsettle.

"Debby..." Shouted someone I knew very well his voice.

I turned to look at him.

"The surprise..." He said he put his hand out in front of me. All eyes were on me, I threw my forced smile.

"Welcome to Atmajaya Hospital Mr. Director, welcome to join and happy work." I approached and I shook his hand, I squeezed as hard as I could, so that he would know what I wanted. Since it's impossible to slip into his arms right now, it would be a shame for me and a shock for others.

"Argh... Whahuh? Whatchu mean?" He was holding back the pain in his hand. While the Doctor Word who was standing behind him seemed to be holding back his laughter.

I play my eyes, code my husband. He raised one of his eyebrows trying to understand the short code from me.

"Eyeum..." He cleared his throat and seemed to change his attitude more seriously.

"Debby, you're in my room! last night I received a complaint for your service, in the ER." He said with a firm voice.

"Don't ask a lot of you, it's not disciplined clothes, the service is not satisfactory!" He said pointing to my appearance from top to bottom which was different from others, my eyes followed the finger pointing, how embarrassed I was to others. They seemed to gossip laughing at me. My problem yesterday made me less prepared even though just asking what problem I should wear.

"you're coming, the others can come back." Excited again.

"Good Sir... Please." I said move aside and give him a way.

"Debby, why is this so messy? Now he's not the doctor we know, he's the director, keep your attitude inside if you don't want to be fired. Don't be ashamed of someone who recommended you come in here." Omel was Lydia, Sister Lydia approached me.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry." My words were clear, I followed my husband's long steps, with various thoughts raging in the brain.

I knocked on the door previously occupied by Professor Antonius Atmajaya.

"Log in" He exclaimed. Then I opened the door slowly. One word, Pasrah, that I can say in my heart right now.

"For the Father" I said at the door. My pair of eyes began to obscure the room that was large enough, I looked for the figure of the doctor Word but it seemed like this room was empty, there was only a new director who was none other than my own husband standing leaning against a table made of marble.

"Close door!" The cry of the one with the stiff face. I close the door and throw a smile like a subordinate to the superior.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes kak want a promo work entitled Forced to marry a mafia boss is not less exciting too..