Naughty Doctor Aziz's Wife

INDA. Episode 88's

Not wanting to disturb the time of his family's wife, Amrita chose to bring his typewriter to the second floor. The typewriter sounds so noisy on the second floor. Amrita, the mother of two, was copying the report that she and her friends were working on this afternoon. On the first floor, her husband and two children were asleep.

The clock continues to turn. And now the short needle points at the number one, and the long needle points at the number three. Marking time is late. That is one o'clock, twenty minutes past, or twenty minutes past one hour.

"Darling, why haven't you slept?" asked Aziz who suddenly came to his wife.

"I'm sorry, Mom. A lot of reflections. And it's gathering tomorrow. There can be no more typex. So you have to be careful when typing" explained Amrita.

"Is there a lot?" tanya Aziz sat cross-legged beside his wife who was chilling.

"Still six sheets" replied Amrita. "Why are you here? What if Fattan and Fadila were crying and didn't see Mas next to them" he continued, arranging the paper on a typewriter.

"Where to type? Let me continue typing" said Aziz.

"No need, Mas. Just let me. My job is not as heavy as Mas's responsibility in the hospital" Amrita refused.

"Yes already. Wake me up if you need help" Aziz replied, then stroked his wife's head. And back to the first floor approached his two children. Fattan was standing at the door of the room looking for her Mom and Dad.

"Darling, what's wrong? Let's go to sleep again. It's still night, not morning" Aziz explained, leading his son back to bed.

"Father, hug.." leech Fattan with eyes closed.

Aziz covered his son's body with a blanket, then lay down beside Fattan. Don't forget to hug her at her son's request. The adult man's mind was still on his wife who was twitching with typewriters and reports. He wanted to help, but his wife refused to help.

"I'm sorry, Mom. It's not that I don't want you to help me, but I feel sorry for you. You are tired of working, and when you go home you have to cook. It's too late for me to give up, now I just go through the process of reaching my goals. May Allah make things easier so that I can be a good wife to you, and a good mother to children" said Amrita.

At two o'clock in the night, all the reflections were typed. Stay collected tomorrow afternoon. Amrita tidied up the report and her typewriter then went down to the first floor approaching her husband and her two children. A single smile looked at his third sleeping position. Aziz slept in the bed, Fadila in the middle and Fattan who had been in the middle to be beside. To keep her son from falling, Amrita slept next to her son.

"Mama let's go to sleep" asked Fattan who realized her mother had just arrived.

"Yes, Honey. Let's go to sleep" said Amrita, peeping at the top of her son's head and closing her eyes.

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At 05:00 AM

"Hiks, hyx, hyx... Mamma... Papa's..." Fadila cried to her mother papa.

Fattan faintly heard the cries of her twin brother. He opened his eyes and looked around. Her mother and father were praying at dawn. The little boy stroked his sister's head and brought her ear closer to his mouth.

"Hiks, hyx, hyx... Mamma... Papa's..." Fadila came back crying to her mother.

"..........." whispered Fattan.

The crying of Fadila stopped. He blinked open his eyes. Looking towards the direction where Mama and her father were praying. His heart was calm. Without crying, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

After dawn prayers, Amrita chose to go to the kitchen to prepare food for her husband and two children. Aziz was teaching alongside his son. Fattan nodded, as did Fadila.

"Papa.." call Fattan and Fadila together.

Aziz smiled. Putting his little Qur'an on the nightstand. "It's waking up, honey. Let's get some sports. Take a walk in the complex" Aziz said.

"Morning sports dear" said Mahdania.

"Hehehehe" to Fattan and Fadila. The two adorable children were wearing pajamas during the sport.

"Yes Aunty and Om spoiled" Aziz replies mimicking the child's speech style.

"Haha. Let's take the morning walk together" Aher asked.

Almost thirty minutes of their morning walk in the residential area. Just walk, not run. After the sweat started to come out, they went back home and went inside each other's houses.

"Mama.." cried Fadila when she saw her mother about to enter the room.

"Mama's son's morning walk huh?" amrita asked her son to speak.

"Yes" replied Fadila.

"Yes already. Now Fattan and Fadila are with Mama. You have to take a shower in the morning to make it fragrant" asked Amrita. She led her two children to the bathroom.

"Mas. Later Mas take it himself yes..the coffee is on the kitchen table.." cried Amrita when she was in the room.

"Yes.." - Aziz.

After bathing the sheets and wearing clothes on them, Amrita brought her son in the family room. He took his son's toy and asked him to play. Fattan and Fadila play together without disturbing Papa, who is busy reading books on the sofa.

The motor stopped in front of the house. The doorbell suddenly rings in the morning. Aziz, who was reading a book, put the man to the door.

Cheque-plek... (Door is wide open)

"Assalamualaikum" said Aunt Eka and Pa Sofyan together and then barged inside.

"Waalaikumsalam" Aziz replied as he closed the door. Then he approached his mother and father.

"Gangnya Grandma already fragrant huh. Have you eaten yet?" tanya Aunt Eka who joined the floor with Fattan and Fadila.

"Not eaten. Still full" replied Fattan with typical toddler speech style.

"What has Madila eaten yet?" ask Mr. Sofyan.

"Yet. Fadila wait for Grandpa to bribe" Fadila replied as she played the bibi doll.

"Yes already. Fadila and Fattan wait here. Grandfather wants to take food first" said Mr. Sofyan smiling.

Amrita came out of the room. He had just finished his shower and changed his clothes. "Father, let me get them some food. Papa just wait here" said Amrita smiling.

Amrita went to the kitchen to get food for her daughter and son. He brought back food and a glass of milk. "Father, let me bribe them. Papa and Mom have breakfast first. I've prepared food, cake, tea and coffee at the dinner table" Amrita said.

"Papa wants coffee and cake. Papa sure enough, your cake must be delicious" said Mr. Sofyan. The middle-aged man stepped into the kitchen to pick up coffee and cake and took it in the living room. Enjoy cake and coffee while watching the Indosiar broadcast.