Love the Happy Grief

Love the Happy Grief
Rania meets with doctor Fadli



Rania walks into Fadli's doctor's room, and willing to enter, Rania hesitates. He knocked on the door first, it looks like doctor Fadli has some business.


Rania waited, when the door opened. Toying with her own husband.


Deghs.


What's this like?


His eyes can't be wrong, but secrets can't be hidden anymore.


Irsyad shook his head, is this really his wife. Their tongues felt very tight, and no one dared to speak.


"Eh, mbak Rania... Please come in, ma'am!" Doctor Fadli told Rania to come in.


Rania walks in, and Irsyad blocks Rania's way into Fadli's doctor's office.


"You want the consul with Dr Fadli?"


Rania looked up, with eyes not daring to look directly at Irsyad's eyes.


"Yes, just go in. I'm waiting for you at home! After going to the hospital, you go home! Not going anywhere." Irsyad said coldly and stepped into his room, and not far from the room of Doctor Fadli.


"Rania, why are you? Oh God, is my wife a nuisance or a disease... I don't know, I have to cancel today's operation." Irsyad drank water, his throat felt dry.


"Sus..." Call her by cleaning her briefcase and wearing her snails.


"Yes, Sir. Oh, my gosh, I want to go. Where are you going, sir? Tomorrow we're going to Papua, sir. And now you have an operation schedule, right?" Sister is confused by Irsyad's appearance.


"I, first permit Sus... I want to take care of my wife, because there are some important things Sus."


The nurse looked at her doctor, "But, sir?"


"Tomorrow can be changed with other doctors, and today can be, right, replaced by a general practitioner?" Sister shakes.


Irsyad sighed, "Okay, but he could have his surgery this hour. And tomorrow it can be changed, how?"


Sister surprised.


Suddenly confused, "But, doc? Consequences, we are not ready yet. And other doctors are still checking on the patient, if not now, doc." Answer the Sister.


Irsyad gritted his teeth, feeling like he wanted to get angry. No, it's a hospital. If, he's angry here, the doctors are condemning him, and he could be fired from this hospital.


"Then I go home first. Please contact whatsapp group. Okay, sorry if I can't because I want to accompany my sick wife." Irsyad rushed out, and walked to the elevator, using the elevator, he got out. I've seen a few doctors.


By driving at moderate speed, and arrived at his house.


Mas Onyon quickly opened the gate of the house, because with a tone of anger Irsyad had mas Onyon quickly open the gate.


Yes, angry is scary. Until one house gets sprayed with anger.


Irsyad threw the car keys at Onyon. And shocked again, almost his heart attack began to move.


Irsyad threw his briefcase, and sneled it into the chair. Roll up his shirt to his arm.


"Mr..." Irsyad shouted.


"Yes, Sir. What's up, father?" with a step of simpitude.


"Please make me, orange juice! Don't use ice, and lots of sugar!"


"Good, sir." Reply mbak Nurul, ser-ser, feathers on the hands goosebumps, limp.


"Yes, there!"


Mbak Nurul immediately went from his employer's sight, and breathed a sigh of relief.


"Yes God is safe... Why are you angry? Waduh, and it's not like you said there was an operation. And now you're home? Is there a problem at the hospital? Uda, yup... Now it's time to make orange juice for you." Mbak Nurul reacted, and peeled the orange. Until his hands are out.


Fresh blood flowed in the orange peel, and immediately Nurul washed it clean.


So-so.


Well, if he shouted, surely his master would blame him. Who does not becus make this orange juice.


Meanwhile, Rania, bought the food she wanted to eat at home. Moreover, her husband came home, but she was a little surprised by her husband's gaze earlier.


Slicked his chest, with a cold tone of speech and his eyelids opened wide.


Doctor Fadli said the operation will be delayed in the next few days if it is ready to bear everything. She got a letter to be signed by her husband.


Requesting approval.


Look at the nanar on the paper, if the disease is not immediately in operation. So, the injury in his brain will be widened everywhere.


O Allah.


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