Marrying a Mysterious Man

Akash's Profession Actually

“Mr Edwin, i-it ..”

“Quiet, Miss. Don't make a sound,” said Edwin warning, making Shira's heart beat faster, as well as hands and feet that have begun to tremble in fear.

The blood under the door he passed seemed to flow to the side of the wall. I don't know what happened in the room, but Shira feels that this place is not right.

“Mr Edwin, where are we going?” ask Shira.

“We will meet Mr. Akash on the fourth floor,” Edwin said. Then they entered the elevator at the end of the hall after passing through the rooms that are quite curious.

This place looks like a hotel that is no longer tepakai. Many room doors are likely inside using soundproof walls, so that sounds from inside the room can not be heard until out.

Ting ....

The elevator doors opened, now they have reached the fourth floor, which still presents an atmosphere like on the second floor. The hallway on his right and left was filled with the door of the room lined up.

“Mr Edwin, what is this place exactly? Why is it so quiet here?” shira asked, who was trailing Edwin two steps from behind, not wanting to go all the way.

And suddenly, a soft cry was heard from one of the rooms, which had just opened, but the room was immediately closed again by someone who had just come out from inside, wearing a full PPE outfit, even from her face can not be known she is a woman or man.

The person pushes the stainles on which there are many drugs and syringes.

The man looked down in disdain at the sight of Edwin, and as they passed by, Shira slightly turned towards the troley.

“What is a hospital?” he murmured in the heart.

Now they stopped at the door at the end of the hall. Brown colored doors made of teak. And when Edwin knocked on the door, Akash heard the voice from inside telling them to come in.

Edwin opened the door and invited Shira to enter.

Shira is slightly surprised to find Akash and the two strangers in the room.

“Shira, come in,” said Akash, smiling faintly at his wife.

Shira also smiled politely at the two slightly shabby-looking strangers. They looked like countrymen, more like East Leste people.

Shira approaches Akash, and Akash drags down her chair, giving Shira a seat.

“Sit down first, I want to finish my business with them,” Akash said, Shira nodded.

Shira looked around, now her eyes were fixed on a white coat hanging from a nearby hanger.

“Doctor?” shira muttered in heart. Then he turned to Akash who was handing over the paper to the two young men.

After he was done with his business, Akash called someone and five minutes later, someone wearing PPE equipment came to pick up the two young men.

Edwin went outside, when Akash gave the code to him through the blink of an eye.

“However? Is your lecture going well?” tanya Akash tried to melt the atmosphere.

Shira nodded in agreement, then she stood up and turned back to the white coat hanging from the hanger beside her.

“Akash ... What is this doctor's suit?” shira asked doubtfully.

Akash smiled nervously, he nodded. “Hm, that's my suit.”

Both were silent for a few seconds.

Hygiene ....

“So, all this time you were a doctor?” ask Shira.

Akash nodded back.

“Doctor what?” shira asked curiously.

“Surgeon,” replied Akash hesitated.

Shira also smiled at her husband, she felt relieved because it turned out that her husband was not the bad person she thought all along.

“Thank God, I thought you were a mobster all along,” Shira said chuckling. “But it turns out, you're a surgeon.”

“Then, if you are a surgeon, why don't you just say it from the beginning?” tanya Shira approached Akash, then leaned her waist on the side of her husband's desk.

Akash was silent for a moment before answering his wife's question. Between doubt and being honest, he was confused in his own mind.

Akash sighed softly, reassuring himself to be honest with Shira, as Shira had every right to know who she really was.

“I am not a surgeon can, Shira,” Akash said slowly.

“Hah? You said what?” Shira asked again because she had just not heard clearly the words of her husband.

Akash took his breath back. “I'm not a regular surgeon,” reset Akash, clarify.

Shira's eyebrows were directly intertwined. “Ma-you mean what?” tanyanya doubt.

“A-a-aku ...”

Shira is still waiting for the next word to come out of Akash's mouth. Watch it carefully.

“A-aku—”

“What are you, Akash?”

Akash seems hard to say everything, but he has to be honest, he can't cover it anymore.

“Shira, before I'm honest with you, I want you not to hate my profession,” Akash said with a faint look.

“What should I hate about your profession?” ask Shira.

“Ja-so ..”

“Hm?”

“So actually, I—”

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