Love My Doctor Husband

CURIOUS KIRAN

Kiran silenced for a moment. What the twenty-year-old businessman had just asked was not answered by the woman. Rangga who was bare-chested, so caught Kiran's attention. And as an adult woman, seeing the beautifully shaped map on the man's chest made Kiran very eager to touch him. Until a pair of pupil or beautiful, he continues to point to Rangga's chest. Keep staring, and staring. Until he stopped the look in the eye, on a wound, which was in the man's stomach. Once it caught his attention, it made that look in the eye as soon as he intensified on the wound, out of curiosity.

Very washed away by what he saw, making Kiran completely unaware, that Rangga was now in front of him.

"You haven't answered what I'm asking. Why did you come into my room?" rangga asked suddenly, which kept Kiran awake from the daydream.

That face immediately Kiran dikakkan, staring at Rangga who was staring back at him, sharply. The dim atmosphere, and the things Kiran had just learned about Rangga, made the man's gaze like a knife ready to kill.

"I'm asking you. Why did you come to my room?!" Again Rangga raised a question, while Kiran was still drifting in what she thought.

"I...I.." replied Kiran. Because of the fear, and also the nervousness that he felt made the words spoken from Kiran's lips, did not go well.

"Me, what?! Have you forgotten our marital status? How dare you enter my room."

Perhaps Rangga thought that Kiran was still expecting love back from him. Until with confidence the man, reminded Kiran again about their marital status. HE STILL LOVES, BUT HE'LL TRY TO KILL THAT LOVE.

"I'm sorry. But this is not what I thought. I do love Mas very much, but I do not want to expect this love, for Mas reply. And if at least as long as I stay here, we can be friends."

What had just been said from Kiran's lips, was unable to make Rangga answer what the woman said. Her eyes were so intense, as she gave a look to a pair of Kiran bolamata.

"Mas.." call Kiran, who defends the man's reverie.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm the one who should ask you. What was? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"A..I'm not looking at you" said Rangga. And the tip of his finger, reaching out to the shirt still hanging on his arm, was about to lower. And as the man tried to let go, Kiran instantly prevented.

"Let me go!"

"Let me do it!" reject Rangga.

"Let me do it..And you calm down, because I can't possibly do anything bad about you."

"You mean??" Rangga's two eyebrows were linked, the man's eyes looked much sharper after hearing what Kiran said.

"Maybe you think that I'm going to take this opportunity to get closer to you. That's not true at all" Kiran said. A small smile she frames on the face, slowly lowering the shirt, from Rangga's hand.

"Oh yes Mas. Where's the shirt I need to wear for you?"

"That's on that chair!" reply Rangga. The man's gaze turned, and threw it in the direction of a chair, where a t-shirt was stored.

Kiran's direction of vision turned around, following Rangga's line of sight. The foot swing he immediately stepped, towards a chair where stored black t-shirts. As the two feet stepped on his collar, Kiran's eyes traced every corner of Rangga's room, which his two eyes could reach.

"The thing is that he accepted me as his wife, this must be the room I'm in" muttered Kiran inwardly, with two legs on which he kept swinging. Step up, and continue to move that foot, and Kiran found several picture frames, the intimacy of Rani and Rangga stored in the room. Sighing his long breath, the moment the tightness returned he presented. Honestly, his heart is sad at this time, because it is difficult for him to have the heart of a Rangga.

"You just picked up my shirt, and it's very close. But like that shirt you took, in the other room."

Kiran gasped, with what Rangga had just said. The oblong shirt that was on the chair he immediately reached out, and stepped his feet back towards Rangga.

"Well, you should drink milk to elevate your body." Rangga painted a small smile on his face, and it made Kiran so very upset, because Rangga's words were so demeaning to her.

He smiled back, and lowered his body slightly - aligning his height with Kiran.

Getting close to Rangga, of course, made Kiran so nervous. Moreover, Rangga painted his smile, which was so sweet.

Hiccupping the luda he swallowed, continuing to look at Rangga.

"He's very handsome, and I love him so much, but baby, I'm not the owner of his heart. And hopefully slowly this feeling, I can kill," Kiran murmured inwardly.

"When do you want to look at me like that?" The question that Rangga asked, made the daydream crumble.

"Sorry!" The gazes of the two met, but quickly immediately Kiran at most, with two hands inserting the t-shirt, into Rangga's body.

" It's done," Kiran replied with a slightly nervous face.

Rangga swung his long stride, bringing the body to his bed.

Just a few more steps away, the move was approaching, the foot swing was instant he stopped, as Kiran spoke which made her a little shocked.

"Mas..I'll sleep here."

Reversing those gazes, looking intently at Kiran.

"Don't get me wrong!" kiran said quickly, as the woman already knew what Rangga thought of her. "I'm here, just to help you in doing something, because Mas is like this because of me. Take it easy, I don't want to impose this feeling on you anymore. And I'll sleep there" Kiran continued. And the tail corner of his eyes turned on a long sofa, which was close to the entrance.

"All right, it's up to you. Then good night."

"Good night too Mas." replied Kiran. The footsteps he immediately took, which carried the woman's body on the long sofa.

Darkness enveloped the earth. The sound of owls, disguised began to sound, unpretentious to each other, accompanied by the sound of small animals that kicked at night.

The night is increasingly inviting, increasingly drowning the residents, to a dreamland that is so beautiful.

The beauty of the dreamland that has been picked up by its residents, has not been able to be picked up, by the pair of eyes of the twenty-six-year-old girl.

Everything that happened was very disturbing, including a wound that he had just met on Rangga's body.

"The more I come here, I'm sure that Mas Rangga is hiding something I don't know. And it looks like the wound, like a wound that was hit by a knife cut. Has Mas Rangga ever been stabbed, or has Mas Rangga ever been operated on?" muttered Kiran in heart.

Two eyes were staring at the ceiling of the room, he threw it at the bed, and how shocked he was, when he found Rangga who was staring at him. Until making that face, immediately turned away.

"It seems like something you're thinking. And I'm sure it's so distracting to think of you that it's making you sleepless."

"No, Mom! I had been sleeping, and thirsty, I was shocked to wake up, and good night" said Kiran, turning her body over, facing the wall.