Naughty Doctor Aziz's Wife

INDA. Episode 45's

Amrita sighed harshly staring at her husband and Aher took turns. A few seconds later, she took her place beside her husband and looked back at the two.

"You don't worry. Your secret is safe in my hands. And let's just say I didn't see the incident" explained Amrita.

Aher and Aziz shook their heads strongly, making Amrita become annoyed. "What's More Om Aher... Aziz... Why else!!" ketus Amrita's.

Aher nudges Aziz. "Expick explain to him. If not, I guarantee Amrita will ask for a divorce from you. Any normal woman would want to marry an abnormal man" whispered Aher.

"What...!! What do you mean saying I'm not normal...!!" aziz exclaimed slightly raising his voice.

"Stop! Why do you have to fight while you love each other" explained Amrita holding her head that does not feel dizzy.

"I think you two need some time to solve your problems. I'm going home now, there's a college assignment I need to finish. Assalamualaikum" he added up from the chair. Amrita came out of her husband's room, walked down the hospital hallway to the first floor and out of the hospital grounds.

"It's all your fault. Why are you hugging me. This is how it is now, Amrita misunderstood and you were affected" said Aher smiling bitterly.

"It doesn't give me a solution, but you give me a new burden of mind. Quickly help me explain everything to Amrita. If you need to, you're the one who puts my feelings on her. Yeah, like representing" Aziz said.

Aher looked furious, he approached and touched the eel of his best friend. "Are you crazy. She's your wife, not mine. Anyway what a hard thing to express feelings to his own wife" said Azer staring at his friend strange.

"I'm ashamed to admit it. You don't know how my wife is. If he knows I like him then he will make fun of me constantly" Aziz explained, looking frustrated.

"Don't you respond. Let's just say he's playing with you. After coming back, you tell her how you feel. Otherwise, I'm sure tomorrow morning you'll see a new story" Aher said.

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Citraland Hertasning Housing

In the family room on the second floor, it looks Amrita is sitting on the floor holding a pen. On the glass table, there is double folio paper. Amrita took a piece of paper and began writing about it from the lecturer in Botany. Not to forget he wrote the name and class first and the name of the course.

"I must be eager to learn and diligent in doing the duties of the Lecturer. That way, I can finish my study before its time" muttered Amrita.

Amrita took her mobile phone to look up the classification and regional names of corn, mango, apples, mangosteen and grapes. It took him about an hour to find and write the answers to his assignments. And now, Amrita has finished writing it.

"I've finished it. Now I just need to memorize so that later I can answer questions from Pa Ikbal" murmured Amrita encouraged herself.

Amrita turned her head towards the stairs as she heard the sound of footsteps of someone climbing the stairs. A smile was engraved as she saw her husband standing looking at her. Amrita walked up to her husband and shook his hand.

"This hand is the one who works to support me" Amrita muttered after greeting her husband.

"Amrita, I have something to tell you. I hope you don't laugh at me or make fun of me" Aziz said, staring at his wife.

"Let's go Mas, now Mas shower because it's afternoon now. Later that night Mas said what Mas wanted to say" replied Amrita.

Aziz let out a rough breath. Smile and walk into the bathroom to take a shower. Almost twenty minutes in the bathroom, when he came out, he saw the clothes he was going to wear were already available on the bed. A smile re-engraved on his handsome face. He had made up his mind to express his feelings to his wife.

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"Darling, hurry wudhu. We pray together at home" Aziz said.

Amrita opened her eyes, looking fixedly at the man who had long been her husband. "Didn't I hear wrong, Mom?" ask Amrita to make sure.

"No, you didn't hear me wrong. Now you wudhu, I wait for you in the room" said Aziz passed away leaving his wife.

Amrita got off the couch and went to take ablution. When he was finished, he went into the room, opened the closet and picked up the door. "O Allah, this is the first time I pray in congregation with my husband" said Amrita.

Amrita and Aziz started praying together at home. The chanting of the holy verse of the Koran that Aziz read was so sweet to hear. Making Amrita shed tears from the second moment to the third rakaat. His heart was so touched to hear the chanting of the holy verse of Ad dhuha. After the prayer, the two also taught together. Surah al-baqarah, that is the Surah they read.

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At 09.00 p.m. After the Isya prayer, Amrita and Aziz chose to have dinner. When they finished, the two went into the room and sat in bed.

"Mas, I'm sorry. Sorry for all my mistakes" Amrita looked at her husband. She was conscious and she confessed how much she had sinned against her husband.

Aziz smiled and hugged his wife. "I've forgiven you. You are my wife and will remain my wife" Aziz said, stroking his wife's head.

"What would you say to me. Mas said I shouldn't laugh at you" asked Amrita, taking off her husband's arms.

Aziz let out a rough breath. Gathering his courage to express his feelings to his wife. "Actually--" Aziz was silent for a moment. He slowly breaths and then looks back at his wife.

"But you have to promise to believe and not laugh at me" Aziz explained seriously.

Amrita chuckled at hearing that. "If it's funny, I can't promise because I like to laugh when I hear something funny" explained Amrita.

"It sounds funny but I beg you not to laugh. Can you hold back that trait for a minute?" aziz.

"I can't promise, Mom. Maybe my mouth will say yes but what if my heart wants to laugh?" reply Amrita smiled.

"Yes, it's up to you. Wait a minute, I want to catch my breath" Aziz said, then adjusted his breathing. Breathe in the air and exhale it slowly. Aziz looked at his wife's bead of eyes, looking at her without blinking.

"Amrita, se-se-actually-" again Aziz did not dare to continue his sentence. Cold sweat began to pour into his body.

"What a Mas!!" ketus Amrita's. He went back to being upset.

"I love you" Aziz continued.

Roughly how Amrita responded when she heard those two words 😆😆