Married Professor Galak

48. Blind Jealous

Intan who panicked immediately took the phone given her husband. His eyeballs almost jumped when he found hundreds of missed calls and so many messages that Zein left behind. Starting from sweet messages, to anger.

"Dead, me," Intan muttered. He felt guilty for forgetting something so important.

Intan who still needs to adapt to his new environment was busy enough so he did not have time to think about anything else.

She rushed to call her husband back. "Hopefully he didn't go berserk" Intan muttered as he waited for a response from Zein. In just a few seconds, Zein immediately answered the call from his wife.

Phone connected.

"Where are you from, anyway? Don't know if her husband's been nagging from last night? Did you forget you had a husband?" Sure enough Intan's guess. Zein went berserk. It was very different from yesterday which was so sweet.

"Sorry, Mas. I forgot," replied Intan, spoiled.

"Oh, did you forget you had a husband?" asked Zein in flames.

"Eh, no! I forgot to bring my phone. I was in a hurry, and there was a lot of work. Also called the first day. Especially this is my first time working without a company. That's why it's so busy. I came home suddenly with my husband. And just want to if the phone is behind," explained Intan.

He immediately stuck out his tongue out in disgust with his own chatter.

The angry Zein immediately smiled. "Did you miss the same Mas?" ask him while twirling the work chair he was sitting in.

"Yes kangenlah. Her name is far from her husband. Who doesn't miss? Especially yesterday Mas here, I was bought, bribed, deformed. So do it again," replied Intan. She could feel her husband's tone change.

"Patience, yes. I am trying to get you back to Jakarta quickly. I miss you too. You are not alone lonely. That's why I'm upset that you're hard to contact" explained Zein, leaning his back against the chair and wiggling his chair left and right.

Zein looks dazed after getting a fight from his wife. His smile was perfect.

"Yes, for the sake of meeting my husband, I'm patient, deh. But I'm fine there?" ask Intan.

She already understood that her husband was most happy to be praised, given attention and treated as if most needed.

"Alhamdulillah, fine. But actually there is one thing that is not good for you," said Zein.

Intan frowned. "What, tuh?" tanyakanya.

"The next few weeks will be very busy. So maybe tomorrow's weekend we can't go there. Papah asked Mas to prepare for the handover of office. You must be sad, huh?" He's very confident.

'Oh my goodness, good thing, baby. Jijay very narcissistic maximum so, ' Inner Intan, sebal.

"Yes .. I must be sad and upset that Mas can't come here. But work is important, too, Mom. Especially when it comes to hospitals. So I tried to be patient to wait for Mas," replied Intan.

"Thank you, yeah. This is for our future anyway. They want to guarantee your life and our future children. I don't want you to live hard" Zein said.

Intan smiled. "Well, if it's in front of your eyes, I hug you. Unfortunately far away," Intan said.

"If it is far away, be given a kiss," Zein replied with a dagger. It was like ABG who had just fallen in love.

Muach!

Intan is peeping at his phone.

Muach!

Zein also returned it.

"Mas, it's getting dark. I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" intan.

"Yes, be careful there!" sahut Zein's.

"Okay, assalamu alaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

Phone disconnected.

However, when his phone connection was cut off, Zein just remembered about Bian. "Well, why don't I find out about that son of a bitch?" muttered Zein.

He regretted and became curious. Zein was very curious whether Intan had met Bian or not.

However, given what happened yesterday, Zein was convinced that Bian must have run with his entourage, passing through Intan's house.

"Until he dares to approach my wife, I'll throw him overboard!" muttered Zein, annoyed.

The next day, Zein worked excitedly. Because not only in the afternoon, even at night they continue the phone again.

Zein and Intan are like young people dating.

"Morning, Prof!" greet sisters, be afraid.

"Morning!" sahut Zein with a smile. The way it goes is different too. Not as lethargic as yesterday.

The nurse looked at Zein. "Lha, yesterday's messing around. Now I think it's really cheerful. Wow ... amazing," the nurse murmured.

"Why, anyway?" ask her friend who just showed up.

"That's it, did you want Prof yesterday to be angry all day? He was very friendly, try it. I was afraid of her life."

"Eh yes. Bener, you know. I also met Doi in front. Oh my goodness, his smile was broken. As if there was never a problem. She forgot yesterday we were all made with the same ketar-ketir," said the nurse, anxious.

"Well, I hope every day he does, huh? Let's not get dizzy with it."

"Yes. We are also his work spirit. No stress for fear of silence."

After discussing Zein, they began to do their own work.

Elsewhere, Bian again annoys Intan.

He came to the clinic as a patient.

"I'm on duty. What do you want to come here?" ask Intan, ketus.

"Geez, it turns out the doctor here is fierce, huh? Same time patient so?" bian complained while sitting in front of Intan.

Intan frowned. "There's no clinic at your base? It feels very impossible if the headquarters does not have a clinic," asked Intan.

"There, anyway. But I want to be treated like you. Let the spit be healed," said Bian, flirtatious.

"You can be more polite, can't you? It says I already have a husband, too," Intan complained. He was upset because Bian was so stupid.

"I will believe that I have seen your husband with my own eyes" replied Bian. Until now he was still convinced that Intan was just lying to him.

Intan did not answer. He just kept quiet while bending his face.

"What pain?" yukipanya, ketus.

"Hurt yourself" replied Bian.

"Sir! I am on duty. Outside of many other patients who need help. So you better get out than messing around here!" intan said, firmly.

"Woow, you don't be fierce, dong! The more fierce you are, the more curious I am" Bian said.

Intan shook his head. He was upset because Bian was so hard to tell.

He also scooped and rewinded his back, leaning on the chair. Then he looked at Bian with a flat look.

"Duh, don't look at it like that, dong! My heart will be pounding when I look at you so much" said Bian.

Intan showed no smile at all. His face looked serious and annoyed.

"Yes yes, yes. I'm just here to do this. Afraid you haven't had breakfast. Nih! I'm going to go first, yeah. Don't forget to eat the bread" said Bian while putting a packet of bread on Intan's table.

Intan exhaled a rough breath. "Duh! How do I get that person? I told you I have a husband still so," muttered Intan, annoyed.

She still did not dare to say that Zein was her husband. Actually he prestige because Bian knew that Zein who had often made Intan upset to tears.

When Bian had just left, there was a call coming in from Zein.

The deg!

Intan's heart is pounding. He imagined how Zein would react if he contacted Intan while Bian was still there.

"It's a good thing he's gone" Intan muttered. Then she answered the call from her husband.

"Assalamu alaikum, Mas" said Intan.

"Waalaikum salam. You're at the clinic?" ask Zein.

"Mas just wanted to ask. There are people you know, right? Or that guy from Jakarta?" ask Zein. Ever since last night he forgot to ask me that.

Intan was surprised when Zein asked like that. 'Did he know Bian was here?' his inner.

"Darling!" call Zein.

"Euh, yes, Mas," Intan said, haphazard.

"Don't answer?" ask Zein, suspicious.

Intan was confused about what to say. One side of him wants to be honest. But on the other hand, if Intan is honest, chances are that Zein will be agitated and she does not want her husband to be overprotective with her.

"Yes, there is," Intan said. He was forced to be honest rather than angry Zein because he lied.

Zein took a breath. He was glad his wife was honest. But at the same time his heart hurts because it means Intan has met Bian.

"So you've met that guy?" ask Zein. It's no longer stale. Because Zein believes only Bian people who might be Intan knows.

"The name is also a small village, Mas. Want to not meet. But it's just a quick glance, too. If I work, he must also be busy with his cooperation," explained Intan. He knew who Zein meant.

"But working people have their holidays. Can you guarantee he won't bother you?" ask Zein.

Intan frowned. "Kok being me? If you ask me if I can guarantee that I will avoid it, of course I will answer 'yes' without hesitation. But Mas must know that I can not regulate the attitude of others," said Intan, annoyed.

"You're a sewot, anyway?" ask Zein.

"Yes, his abis is very strange. Where can I treat others. Can you manage it yourself? I must have told her when I had a husband. If it turns out that he's still clueless, it's not my responsibility. What matters is that I avoid it!" intan said, annoyed.

After that Intan immediately disconnected his phone. He would rather end his conversation with Zein than their quarrel becoming more and more.

"Lho, why is he even angry? I'm just fine. Pake was immediately killed by all his calls," Zein murmured, annoyed.

Zein tried to call his wife back. He did not accept being treated that way by Intan.

But unfortunately, it turns out Intan directly deactivated his phone. She wanted to focus on work, and not be distracted by her husband's fussy whimper.

"Aragh!" Zein was further upset that he was unable to contact his wife.

"Why is he like that? Was he really not happy to be approached by the man?" muttered Zein. His heart burned with jealous fire.

Imagining the two of them there without anyone watching, made Zein very uneasy. Moreover, the atmosphere of the night there is quite dark. Bian could have slipped into his wife's house.

This made Zein feel almost insane. "Damn!" strangle him with a loud voice.

After that, he put his cell phone down, then left his private room.

While on the road, Zein runs into a nurse. Then the nurse who heard that Zein's heart was kind this morning greeted him with confidence.

"Morning, Prof," said the nurse, kindly.

Even Zein who was upset did not hear it. He walked with his face like he was about to war.

"Lha, he said again good mood? How'd it bend like that?" murmured the nurse, astonished.

Upon arrival at the poly, Zein immediately asked the nurse to start the polinya.

"Open the policy now!" zein said, cold.

"B-well, Prof," said the nurse.

"Didn't I see it wrong or was it just my feeling, huh? This morning Prof was very friendly. Sampe smile sumeringah. But why is it like this now?" muttered the nurse as she walked out of Zein's room.

"Why?" ask the other sisters who are standing guard outside.

"SOS!" said it. It was their code if Zein was in a bad mood.

"Whoops!"

They all panicked. Because, if so, there was a paper fall alone could make Zein angry.

Elsewhere, Intan continued her work quietly. Unlike the haughty Zein. Intan who was an intern felt he had to focus so that there were no mistakes.

He serves patients with a friendly. The patients are happy too. Moreover, Intan is beautiful, they become the spirit of treatment to the clinic.

"Good day, Doctor" said the wife of the village chief.

Intan turned to the source of the voice. Then he answered it. "Siang, Ma'am," Intan said.

They had met before when Zein was still there. So that Intan already knew the wife of the village chief.

"I came here because I wanted to invite Mom to eat together at our house. It just so happened that today we had a dinner," said the woman.

Intan smiled awkwardly. "Oh yes, thank you, ma'am," he replied. Actually he was less comfortable because he knew they used to eat food that is not halal.

"Mother doctor don't worry! I have ordered halal food because it happens that our guests are also many Muslim" said the woman. He seemed to be able to guess what Intan was thinking.

"Oh, yes. Ma'am. Thank you for the invitation" replied Intan. He was confused as to what else to answer.

"Yes, I said it first. We'll wait there, yeah!" said the woman.

"Okay, Mom," Intan said.

The woman left, leaving the clinic.

"Well, I'm not really comfortable being in a foreign place alone. It must be awkward, huh. It's not good if you don't come. Moreover, he took me directly so," muttered Intan. He was confused what to do.

When the patient was quiet and rest time arrived, Intan was ready to leave the clinic. Not to forget he invited the nurse who became his assistant at the clinic.

"Sus, come with yuk!" bring Intan.

"Lho, it's only the doctor who invited," said the nurse.

"It's okay, dong. Sister also nakes here. Consider me a Sister of my family," Intan said. He was sure the village chief's wife would not mind.

"Yes, oh," said the nurse. They eventually left the clinic.

"Suster's been working here a long time?" ask Intan.

"Morning, Doc. I happen to have also moved my domicile here" replied the nurse.

"Oh yeah? How can?" Intan did not expect that the nurse had become a citizen there.

"It just so happens that my husband is also on duty here. So yes, everyone has moved on, hehe."

"Oah, it's good if deket same husband," said Intan.

They chatted while walking towards the village chief's house. During his stay there, Intan walked more often.

"Waduh, very rame," Intan muttered as he arrived in front of the village chief's house. He did not expect it turned out that all village officials were invited to attend, including Bian who was the head of the border security guard.

"Well, here comes our beautiful doctor! Come, Doc! Don't hesitate. This is halal food, if this is the non-halal one," said the wife of the village chief.

Seeing Intan's presence, Bian smiled. He was happy to meet Intan there.

"Thank you" replied Intan, nodding.

When Intan was taking food, Bian approached him.

"I didn't expect to see you here, yes," said Bian, proud.

"It's not strange, is it. His name is also a party place," said Intan, ketus.

Bian never gave up. He continues to follow Intan.

They did not realize the village chief was taking a random photo. Then he posted some photos on his social media. Includes a photo of Intan standing next to Bian.

In Jakarta, Zein who was breaking was picking up a cell phone, he tried to contact his wife again. But the phone is still inactive.

"Why did he get angry, anyway?" lamented Zein. Then he who was upset opened social media. Zein, who was an important person, only followed the accounts of officials and doctors he knew.

Incidentally, he also followed the account of the village head to monitor possible posts about his wife. And the guess is very precise.

Zein was wide-eyed when he saw a photo of Intan taking food and next to him was Bian standing.

"Had to have the phone turned off. Turns out he's with the son of a bitch?" muttered Zein, annoyed.