Naughty Doctor Aziz's Wife

INDA. Episode 83

Aziz laughed out loud when he saw the state of his best friend who was like a child after the circumcision. The man was endlessly laughing at his best friend. While Aher, the spoiled adult man growled strongly and wanted to punch his best friend's mouth.

"Don't laugh!" ketus Aher while fixing the sheath.

"You're old, but you still forgot to take care of the boxer pants" Aziz retorted, stepping in and sitting on the sofa.

"It's because of Miss Hesti! Just stuffed two boxer pants in my suitcase!" ketus Aher then closed the door.

Aher who was indeed treated spoiled by his mother. The man rarely took his own clothes. Even the boxer pants were prepared by Mama or her father. And after Bu Hesti worked for them, it was Bu Hesti who always prepared the boxer pants of his employer's son.

"Why is Miss Hesti the one you blame? You are old but still spoiled. Business of ***********just have to be prepared. Very shameless" Aziz said casually.

"I'm not the one who wants to be spoiled, but those who spoil me. You know for yourself two women in the house and one middle-aged man. I'm this tall strapping look like a seven-year-old" Aher replied taking place in front of his best friend.

"That's from Mahdania, she's in my house. Helping Aunt and Amrita cook for dinner together" Aziz said, handing over the paperbag she was carrying.

"And quickly put on your pants, I'm afraid your sister will get cold" he said.

"Hahahaha" Aher's laughter broke out as Aziz mentioned the word sister. "I've been warming up. He won't be cold anymore" Aher smiled broadly and rushed into the room.

Aziz chuckled at the back of his best friend who was beginning to be unattainable by his gaze. Then he folded his hands on his chest while closing his eyes. A few minutes later, Aher approached him. Both went to A19.

"Assalamualaikum.." said Aher barged into the house of his best friend.

"Vaalaikumsalam. The face of the newlyweds is always cheerful yes" replied Aunt Eka smiling, then mocked Aher who is now joining them.

"Cie... Aunty, someone is starting to remember his youth" Aher replied to Aunt Eka's teasing.

Aunt Eka and Pa Sofyan chuckled. They justify the word Aher. "Aren't you guys going honeymoon?" ask Aunt Eka.

"Mahdania wants us to honeymoon at home" replied Aher pouting.

"This kind of husband that the angel Atid likes" Mahdania timpal was met with laughter by everyone in the living room. The angel Atid is an angel sent by God to record the bad deeds of men.

"Tante, ask for tips dong to continue romantic like Aunt and Om" said Mahdania smiling.

Pa Sofyan smiled, as did Aunt Eka. Both of them remember their past. Where the stiff Pa Sofyan is always being mocked by his mischievous wife. Until Pa Sofyan opens google and searches for references on google.

"Each open. If you want to be spoiled then say, do not be harbored. Sometimes the couple is not sensitive if didiamin" explained Aunt Eka.

"Failure is right" Amrita said.

"Otherwise your husband is Amrita. Hade. I've never seen you enjoy this beautiful city. At home. continue. Once take the wife out, or out Negri" Aunt Eka looked cynically at her son.

Aziz's eyeballs almost came out hearing his mother's comments. Her mother really said it like that. Amrita just laughed.

"Even if your money is a lot, if your wife is not happy then it is the same. Bringing a wife to enjoy the new scenery is better than saving billions of dollars at an ATM" Pa Sofyan defended his wife.

"Listen it's Mas Aziz, Om Aher. Romance is little napa" said Amrita justifies and then offends two adult men who are romantic once a month.

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Night

After dinner together, Aunt Eka and Pa Sofyan chose to go home to their house in Daya. Aher and his wife also returned home. At home, Amrita and her husband were sitting while enjoying a television broadcast.

"Mas, Eid soon. And the holiday info is also no sign. So how? Do we stay in the village or in Makassar?" amrita asked, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.

"If indeed you do not have a holiday, we are lebaran here" Aziz replied.

"alright. Mas, I want to write a sheet first. Mumpung stay a little" said Amrita moved from the sofa and went up to the second floor to take a double folio paper that has been lined and pen.

Aziz took the pregnant mother's milk that he had prepared and followed his wife in the room. "Just put the paper there. Let me write your report. Now you drink milk and rest" Aziz said, putting a glass of milk on the nightstand.

"Thank you for my medicine" said Amrita smiling. Then take the milk and drink it.

"Mas, I'm the first wife. Don't forget to hug me if Mas wants to sleep later" Amrita said as she climbed on the bed.

"Yes. Good night to my family" Aziz replied.

At twelve in the evening, Aziz finished working on his wife's report. "You don't want to have to. It's for my wife and kids" Aziz muttered as he tidied up the double folio paper.

"Good sleep to my family" Aziz whispered and hugged his wife from behind. According to his wife's request.

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The morning prayer again cools the heart, sounding so melodious at the hearing. Amrita blinked and woke up her husband. "Mas, wake. I was the Adhan in the mosque" said Amrita stroking her husband's cheek.

"Yes" Aziz replied hoarsely. Aziz tried to open his eyes and get out of bed. Then walk into the bathroom. Clean his body, take ablution and then come out preparing.

This time Amrita did not attend dawn prayers. The effect of pregnancy hormones makes saliva come out more and more and make him continue to spit. Spitting is not an excuse not to pray, it just makes it not khusyu. Amrita took the Qur'an and walked to the balcony and began to teach. Balcony, will make it easier for him to throw spit than in the room.

After morning prayers, Aziz approached his wife on the balcony. The two also teach together, while enjoying the breeze at dawn. Finished teaching, Amrita and Aziz to the first floor. Amrita cooks food while Aziz mops the floor.

"Honey, after cooking we are sports" said Aziz.

"Yes" said Amrita.

After a few dozen minutes, Amrita finished serving food on the table. Fish and fried tempeh. For vegetable soup, it will just be cooked so that later eat it hot.

"Mas, let's go sports" Amrita approached her husband in front of the house.

Aziz smiled and held his wife's hand. "God gave us twins" Aziz smiled.