Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain
Chapter 21. Bouquets of Flowers from Zain
In a spacious white room with various medical equipment in it, Zain sat in front of Dr. Agam, while the middle-aged doctor was busy examining his patient who was lying on the examination gurney, the patient was none other than Barra.
After more than a month Zain ignored his duties as CEO, Barra was made into a collision that had to complete all Zain's work alone coupled with his own duties. Not to mention he had to fulfill Zain's wish asking him to buy various items for his wife.
“Everything is fine,” said Dr. Crammy. “I'm sure you're not easy to get sick, Barra.” Dr. Agam took off his stethoscope and walked towards his desk.
“Thank you, Doctor.” Barra got up from her sleep, sat down and tidied up her clothes.
“But you should open last night!” firmly Dr. Crammy.
Instantly Barra got down from the gurney and shook his head. “I'm fine, Doctor!” yells.
“Shut up! No one asked for your opinion!” ketus Zain's.
“Master, I really do not hurt, do not need to name everything,” Barra refuted.
“Who is here Doctor?” zain asked, looking closely at his assistant.
“Tuan-”
“Do not argue! You want me to fire?” threaten Zain's.
“At least rest until you finish one bottle of that infusion!” dr pinta. Crammy.
“But-”
“Do you obey me more than your father, Barra!” sindir Zain's.
“Tuan ...,” Og Barra.
“Ck! You weakling, shame on me! Free to have a large tall body if afraid of needles,” Zain taunts make a nurse in the room hold his laughter.
While Dr. Agam just shook his head to see his son made fun of by his master. Actually as a child they both sangatlah close and often fought over the same thing. But Zain turned more quiet after the incident that befell his parents.
“Give her an infusion, sister!” dr's orders. To the nurse who helped him.
“No want, Dad!” reject Barra.
“Do not whine like a child, Barra Agam Hamizan!” zain was impatient with Barra's behavior.
Zain walked over to the nurse and grabbed the infusion needle from her hand.
“You choose me who pairs this needle or the nurse who will do it?” threaten Zain's.
Barra was forced to point at the nun beside her master, she could not imagine if her master had stuck the needle in her hand.
“Akh!” shouted Barra.
“Not yet injected, Mr.” said the nurse with an amused smile, he felt astonished because his father was a doctor but his son was afraid of syringes.
Plaque!
Zain hit Barra's shoulder in a fit of anxiety. “Do not embarrass your father!”
Finally the nurse finished putting the infusion in Barra's hand after a little drama in the room. Earlier this morning Barra collapsed in the office and Zain told his men to take Barra to the hospital.
Zain sat down in front of Dr. Agam, while Barra told him to lie on the gurney.
“I want to do promil, Doctor,” Zain said seriously.
Dr. He stared at the face of the young man in front of him. “You're serious?”
Zain nodded his head steadily.
“Alhamdulillah, I guess you do not want a child after your crazy request at that time.”
“That time I was unconscious Doctor, I never loved that snake woman!” pissed Zain.
“So now you love your wife?”
“Lucky first I managed to tame a raging lion in this room.” Dr. Agam insinuates Zain for going berserk when Dr. Agam prevented him from having a vasectomy.
“It was,” said Zain coldly.
In the past, Zain planned not to have children and wanted to do a vasectomy, but was prevented by Dr. Agam, even though he had to make the room mess because of Zain.
After successfully calming Zain's emotions, Dr. Agam advised Zain to do hormone injections that are done routinely every 8 weeks and should not be missed even than having to do a vasectomy. Although it had to spend quite a lot of money, but it did not matter to Zain.
“Do you still routinely do that?” ask Dr. Crammy.
“Yes. Last week before the incident.” Zain was reluctant to mention the fateful incident that befell his wife that night, but the incident was profitable for him.
After consulting about KB who lived for more than 2 years, Dr. Agam suggested that Zain eat foods or fertilizing supplements for him. It is also recommended to give the supplement to Zahra.
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The next day, early in the morning Zain came to the hospital with a bouquet of flowers containing his wife's favorite white roses. Behind him was a waiter who brought dishes from the main mansion.
Zain walked down the hospital hallway to Zahra's nursery, developing his smile and occasionally smelling fragrant flowers in his hands.
Zain stopped his steps when he was right in front of Zahra's room door.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
After a few seconds Zain knocked on the door, Madam. Amara came out of Zahra's room and smiled at her son.
“You've arrived, Darling.”
“Hmm, how is my wife, Mom?” zain asked as he turned his head trying to look inside the room.
“Still the same, Zain. You are patient! Slowly your wife will take you back.”
Mrs. Amara grabbed the bouquet from her son's hand and told the waiter to go inside and put the food on the table.
“Your wife is taking a shower, mommy will always take care of her, Zain.” Mrs. Amara tries to strengthen her son.
“What is the flower for, Mom?” zain asked confusedly.
Plaque!
“Yes base! This is your wife's favorite white rose, Zain!” upset Mrs. Amara.
Zain yawned his arm which felt a little sore from getting a blow from his mother.
“Yes already, Zain left for the office first, Mom. Poor Barra is sick.”
Mrs. Amara pulls Zain's hand and kisses him on the cheek making Zain widen his eyes.
“Mom!” pekik Zain then turned around to make sure no one saw the embarrassing thing that had happened just now.
Zain simply left his smiling mother to see his disappearance.
Mrs. Amara went back into Zahra's room and found that her daughter-in-law had come out of the bathroom with new clothes, of course, all long and closed.
“Mommy brings what?” zahra asked to see the arrival of her mother-in-law.
“Your favorite white rose, darling. Zain brought it,” explained Mrs. Amara then placed the bouquet of flowers on the table.
“Wah, beautiful once, Mom.” Zahra approached the table and took the bouquet and smelled it.
“You like it, Honey?”
“Iya, Mom.”
Mrs. Amara smiled at her daughter-in-law, she also felt happy by seeing Zahra's smile. Without a single tear falling down her cheek.
‘Where have you lived all this time? And how are you? You must be the same age as Zahra.’
