Love My Doctor Husband

START DAY

The chirping of the birds began to hum, when the sun had given his smile, greeting the new day - in such a beautiful morning. The dried leaves fall off, as the wind blows a little hard, which wiggles the already-fragile twigs.

The body, still wrapped in pyjamas, wriggled quietly under a thick blanket, as the sun gave off a hint of its light - hitting the pretty face, which was still on the pillow. His eyeballs slowly opened, and gazed far ahead at the natural beauty this morning. Straighten his sleeping position, by staring up at the ceiling of the room, which is painted white.

Kiran turned her face to the side - a fake smile enveloped the face, finding her empty side.

"It turns out all this is real. I really! Just a contract wife. And one year later, we're getting a divorce. And I was very hopeful... It was all just a dream. " Holy...And then, she smiled . "It's beautiful, if I wake up in the morning, someone greets me, and gives me a kiss on the cheek, and says. Good morning, my wife! And very hopeful, the sentence was said Mas Rangga."

Silent....Silent....Letting oneself be - drowning, in a clouded heart - the result of unrequited love. Waking up from his sleep, and staring at the surrounding luxurious room.

"Contract wife..Wife contract. Remember Kiran! You're just a wife, the contract." Kiran again commemorated herself, realising her current marital status with Rangga.

"You must be upbeat, Kiran! Don't let it be because of your love, it is! Making your life, like an undead. Remember you've come back alive, with Doctor Rani's heart. So you have to be excited, because God has given you the opportunity to re-enjoy the air, in this world." The body anchored to the edge of the bed, immediately rose towards the bathroom.

Kiran already looks beautiful, with a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, attached to her tiny body. Moisturize a little bit of lip-splitting, and solid powder to decorate the beauty.

Chewing his heavy breath, a moment of tightness in the heart instantly enveloped his love, which was just clapping one hand.

"Santasan Mas Rangga-do not fall in love with me, because I am not as beautiful as Doctor Rani. And until then, that love will not be avenged. Because I'm leaving this house, after a year." Tired face, scoffing at yourself.

Passing a few minutes - staring at her through the mirror reflection, Kiran immediately passed from the room, after reaching for her tote-bag. As the footsteps were - he was going to point at the direction of the stairs - Kiran immediately paused her intention, and that line of sight, she threw - at the direction of the stairs - toward the third floor, and at that direction, she threw her eyes, where is Rangga Wijaya's room.

That heartbeat-it instantly beats fast, as longing for the husband-covered him. Stare at that chest, and grumble in annoyance there.

"Can you not make me, suffer?! Because Mas Rangga, does not love me at all. And please, don't torture me more. Honestly I would rather die, than live - but suffer, because the man I love, does not love me at all." he said annoyed.

Kiran continued those footsteps. One row of stairs - Kiran passed slowly, while along the direction of the stairs - decorated with photos of Rangga mesrah, and his wife Rani.

"They're both really, mismatched couples." he muttered with a wry smile, lamenting his unrequited love.

His two feet were on the first floor. Want to act like a housewife. But given the status of her marriage to Rangga, Kiran made her feel discouraged, and made a sense of unease towards her. Kiran faintly heard - a noise from the dining room, and the girl was convinced - that it must have been the voices of the servants.

"Good morning...." Kiran greeted, upon his arrival completely unaware of the servants.

"Good morning, Madam!" answer one of the servants.

"Maymm...." He seemed hesitant, when he asked.

"What do you want to ask, ma'am?" ask one of them.

"Is the Master awake?"

Instantly the two servants stared at each other, with puzzled looks. How could? A wife again asked her husband, to them - while they were both one room.

"We don't know, Madam! And don't you think the Master and Madam occupy one room?"

Kiran's face paled instantly. The black-haired girl smiled bitterly, upon finding back a question from the housekeeper Rangga, and of course very embarrassing for her.

"Why am I so stupid?! Isn't it of no use to me, asking about Mas Rangga. Who am I, anyway? Aren't I just his contract wife?!" bathin Kiran's.

"Good morning, Madam!" The atmosphere broke down instantly, no less the greeting sound of an old woman who had just appeared.

"Good morning.." Engraving her small smile, while replying to the greeting of a middle-aged woman, dressed in a servant's clothing.

Ijah, who was the butler at the residence of Rangga Wijaya, immediately took his long steps, to get closer to Kiran, who he knew was the wife, of his Master.

His two eyes looked at the two maids, who were still stomping their feet there.

"Well Bi Ijah.." answered the two together, and immediately took his long steps, passing from the dining room.

"Say what do you need Madam?!"

Kiran smiled fakely, hearing the call of Madam! To which he is directed - to make himself feel ashamed, to himself.

"Don't call me Madam! Because it's so inappropriate for me."

"You're still Madam in this house, even if it's only one year."

Kiran widened her eyes, with a fuller look at the woman who was the butler. When you hear a sentence that says, only one year.

"A...Do you know how our marriage really is?" kiran asked to confirm, as she was startled by the old woman's words.

"Not all the servants here know, how your marriage, and Mr. Rangga. Only I am one. And you asked me, to ask you what you need, as long as you're in this house."

Kiran smiled miris. Drowning in his mood for a moment, as the lips were sounding again.

"I don't need anything. And where is Mas Rangga? Is he not awake?" And he smiled clumsyly, realizing that the butler, knowing his marriage, and Rangga Wijaya.

"I just asked."

"Sir is still in the room, Madam!"

"Will he have breakfast here?"

"Master will have breakfast here. But sometimes in his room. And it's been since death, Doctor Rani."

"So.." replied slowly, forcing yourself to smile. "And if you may know, if this morning - usually Mas Rangga will pass breakfast in the morning, with what?"

"Fried rice, and omelet."

"Have you prepared it?"

"No, Madam! I'm just gonna make it for Master."

"What if I just make it."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, Auntie! I'm so sure."

"alright. Then come on, Madam! We're going to the kitchen."

"Come on." replied Kiran, with step-by-step with Ijah.

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After making sure he looked handsome - Rangga soon passed from his room, to the bring-up floor before reaching for his briefcase, which was tucked away on the table. The foot-swing that was just about to reach the door of the room - Rangga stopped immediately, as it passed through the picture frame of the Wife - displaying her cheerful smile.

"Good morning, my wife!" A small smile-carved on his face, and again continued those footsteps.

The footsteps began to pass through each row of steps, which would carry him on the bring floor. The foot swing that was about to go up the stairs - he stopped, when he was already on the second floor.

"I forgot. If I had married him." he muttered, with a glance throwing at Kiran's room, which was already sealed shut.