THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Patient Naughty

Shortly after Untung left, Image back with a nurse carrying a blood bag on a stainless tray. Alvan who just left Untung immediately rose to watch Citra and the nurse will replace the infusion fluid with Alvan blood fluid.

Low HB Afifa blood then need blood transfusion. Luckily the rare type of Afifa blood can be found donors are the biological father himself. Not many processes due to the same blood relationship. Side effects can also be reduced. There are people who are swollen or fever after a blood transfusion due to the entry of foreign blood into the body. As far as it is not dangerous it only takes time to adapt to foreign blood.

Alvan noticed how the painstaking imagery and nurses work. The image very carefully replaces the infusion liquid into the blood bag. Afifa is sleeping makes it easier for the image to work. Afifa does not need to witness directly the process of exchanging infusions in the form of clear color liquid with a thick red color liquid. After all, Afifa was just a child with fear.

Only a short time Citra managed to exchange fluids. The hose that was originally pure white is now turning red. Drop by drop Alvan's blood flowed into his daughter's veins. There was a sense of haru and pride flowing in Alvan's chest. Just this time Alvan found himself useful to others what else was his biological child.

The nurse checked what drops of blood were running smoothly.see drop by drop down unimpeded making the nurse sure to leave the next task on Citra.

"I'm sorry Mrs Citra! If you need anything, call me! Excuse me.." the nurse nodded politely at Alvan and Citra. The step of the nurse finally left the lavish nursery.

The image felt awkward to be alone with Alvan again. Between them there is a wide gap that does not allow them to speak properly. The image has given a depraved stamp on Alvan. It is difficult for Citra to forgive Alvan at this time even though it has contributed to Afifa.

"I'm going to take a shower! You wait here and take care of Afifa!" Alvan opened the paper bag brought by Untung. From there Alvan took out clothes and towels. Good thing it's never wrong when it comes to Alvan. All of Alvan's daily life is in the record of Profit. From food to dress. Alvan just took it right.

The image does not speak Alvan's words. This woman chose to sit down and rest her body and mind. The burden of image is quite a lot. Responsible for the task also takes care of the children. Luckily, Afisa's doing it in Beijing. Afisa almost became a Chinese citizen because one hundred percent joined a married couple where Citra lives in China.

Citra has a good neighbor, the Nadine family. Nadine treats children well like her own family. Nadine is very sorry for Afifa. The little girl always managed to grab people's attention. Anyone who sees Afifa will fall in love.

The image closed his eyes trying to sleep for a while because the night he had to stay up after Afifa. The image has not been able to hand Afifa over to others given this early Afifa fever. DHF disease is predicted. Hot down up. Afifa is still in a safe stage. Tomorrow we don't know how.

Alvan finished the shower wearing a fat-free, body-printed t-shirt. The dream stomach of all women even though Alvan's age is thirty-six years. Soon he reached the age of forty. The golden age of a man.

Alvan put dirty clothes in the paper bag so as not to damage the beautiful view of the Afifa room. Dirty clothes scattered in the sick room only add to the bacteria. Alvan sage not more germs around his son.

Alvan's eyes turned to a small body sprawled on the sofa. The face of Citra is very different from Karin. Face Citra. free from putty various cosmetics, natural clean is Karin pede when smearing the face with a variety of powder that is not understood Alvan. At the Karin dressing table full of expensive branded cosmetic bottles. Alvan never limit Karin shopping for women's needs as long as it does not make a scandal.

Alvan had misjudged Karin. Big women head pampered Alvan to kebablasan. What Alvan would do to Karin as a punishment for treason. Karin is finished in Alvan's heart. Great love turns into disgust and hate.

The peaceful face of Citra brought shade to Alvan's heart. If only Alvan had obeyed the Wira's grandfather believed Karin was not as good as he thought. In this instant Alvan lived peacefully with Citra and her three children. Alvan chose the complicated path to lose valuable moments with children.

Alvan sat beside Citra wanting to grab the extraordinary woman. Petite but tough woman. But Alvan did not have that much courage wrapped his hands on the tiny body of Citra. He has no rights other than status on paper.

Hp Image suddenly rang. Alvan wanted to lift but did not dare because the personal item sounded from the bag. Stirring things Image is not Alvan realm. Alvan has not been entitled to enter Citra privacy.

"Citra.." call Alvan slowly while shaking Citra's arm.

The image jolted in shock yet conscious of where he was. A large body figure beside him made Citra even more uncontrollable. The woman was nervous to be in a position too close to Alvan. No matter what clean face is red.

"Mr..wapain near?" imang Citra is less happy. The image inched away from Alvan as if disgusted to be near the stench.

"Ssssttt small voice! Afifa sleep! I just want to tell you what the sound is!"

"Oh..." The image of his own shame had been prejudiced badly on Alvan. His phone still rings. Imra immediately open the bag grab the magic thing.

The image looked at the screen and then sighed. Ogahan Citra welcomes the incoming call. If it's not picked up the phone, it won't be silenced.

"Assalamualaikum..what is Dr. Rahma?"

"Waalaikum...Sorry disturb! That's your patient going to see you. Don't want to take your medicine before you meet?"

"Who? Mighty Heru? Should a child be seduced by taking medication? Is old..."

"Geez Citra, I've been trying. I want to go home! My son is waiting at home. You came for a minute to take your medicine! From last night, come on!"

"You want to take off the picket?"

"Yes.my replacement is Dr. Rizal. Worse still is that! Where are you?"

"In the VVIP room.my son is sick!"

"What's? Do you have children? Where's husband?"

"There's a child here! How shocked?"

"We didn't know you had a son or a husband. We think you are still single. Sorry yes! That means you're close here! The room next to your son. Cross for a moment! Please...!" there was a wailing tone from the owner of the phone across there.

"All right! I'll permit you first! Wait there!" Deadly image of hp with a helpless face. Every patient is a king who must be served as best as possible. Citra should not refuse the call of duty while still a doctor in the hospital.

"Patient plug! Old but stylish son of TK. Taking medicine must be attended to!" The image is reflected unconsciously.

"Heru Mighty president director Sejagat?"

"Where do I know? All patients are the same. No matter the director or the manager. Follow the treatment procedure. Please take care of Afifa for a moment. I went to see that spoiled patient." The image of a sour face does not like the spoiled patient.

Potatoes rich people can be as sweet as the command of the doctors at will. Dr Rahma is quite an expert in her field but is doubtful of her medical records. Citra is even more junior than Dr. Rahma. Citra's flying hours are far below that of Dr Rahma.

Alvan sighed inwardly suspecting that Citra's patient was the notoriously haughty rich man. Why should Citra take care of him while there are still many other doctors. What is the purpose of the top widower among women. Want to steal the attention of Citra or indeed more trust the cold hands of Citra.

Meanwhile Citra came out walking towards the next room inhabited by the rich sensible child. The image was really upset made of that person. The operation was successful but still complicated Citra. If the smart image of playing karate has broken the neck of the songong man.

But Citra cannot ignore the patient's recovery. Although there is a doctor replace Citra still have to be responsible if needed.

The image regulates the breath before entering into a room that is almost the same as the Afifa nursery. Super VIPS. The ones that treated the people were over money. Sick but ask for services similar to star hotels.

"Assynoltom..." The image knocked on the door before stepping in.

One female figure known as Citra as doctor Rahma pushed the door so that the small body Citra moved inside. Doctor Rahma's eyes radiated a light pleading with Citra. Code for help.

Inside the room were two other people besides Dr. Rahma. One man in a dapper dress and one woman in a good look. The fragrant smell of the woman's fragrance oil filled the entire room. Fortunately, the smell did not sting the nose. It can still be friendly to the sense of smell.

All eyes lead to a new image coming. Including patients who look like Westerners. Chins decorated with fine fur make men look more macho. His eyes were sharp as eagle eyes ready to lurk prey.

The image felt that he was the target of the eagle's eyes. He was just an operating doctor. The result is very good there are no obstacles ahead.

"Sorry! Is something bad, sir?" The image directly to the point does not want to lose to the songong people.

The man pointed to the place where Citra operated on his mouth. The man wanted to show me that the former operation had a problem. It's just a very disrespectful way. Forcing the will in childish ways.

"The operation was painful. How do you work as a doctor? Patient kok abandoned." The five-pontent luxury woman said in model style again posing on the catwalk. The chest of the head lift.

"Miss.I came here to give you pain medication. All surgical scars will definitely hurt how many days until the healing period. This father doesn't want to take our medicine what should we do?" dr. Rahma explained patiently. A doctor's image must be patient even though the chest hangs a ton of irritation.

"Where's medicine? You guys need to be aware. The operation has damaged the father's brain function. We have to double-check tomorrow if any severed nerves damage brain tissue" Citra said glancing cynically at the troublesome patient.

Doctor Rahma handed him a tube containing some kind of medicine. In the heart of Rahma amused see how Citra takes care of the troublesome patient. While the dapper-clothed man held back a laugh knew the intentional image of the troublemaker's man ridiculing it.

The image opens the tube and then takes the drinking water that is already available at the bedside. Without much to say, the image thrust the drug into the mouth of the man and give a drink without caring about the patient's devious gaze. The man obediently took the medicine without being forced.

Others were silent to see the firmness of Citra against Mr. Heru the rioter. Her spirit the man was calmly bribed into medicine by Citra, not much of a whim. Doctor Rahma sighed in annoyance in the chest. He drinks for a lot of reasons. Sama Benign image like a cute cat met the employer.

"There are still complaints? If there's a complaint report with the nurse up ahead. Who's taking care of you tonight?" tanya Citra circulated her eyes at the two caretakers of the rogue patient. Older keladi, getting older.

"I'll take care of Mas Heru!" the luxurious woman. His voice softly lurched as if he wanted the man to know that he was sincere.

"Good.This father will sleep after taking the medicine! Don't be disturbed to recover quickly! If there is a complaint call a nurse, then there will be a picket doctor take care of all complaints. Oya..the father has eaten? The patient's stomach should not be empty because many drugs enter. Fear of stomach irritation."

"eat? Have you eaten?" ask the woman in a spoiled tone to the patient whose eyes did not move from the image.

"Yet.the food is not good!" the man showed off a sexy alkaline voice..

"Sir.the sick must eat the food of the sick. If you want to eat well wait healthy." The image grunts grabbing trays containing nutritious foods specifically for sick patients.

Image hand over the tray to the woman. Citra's goal is that the woman who is suspected of the man's wife bribes her legs to eat.

"What's this?" the woman was shocked to be given a tray.

"Feed your husband!"

The lips of a woman thinning the shape of a sweet smile. The maroon's red lip twitched happily thought to be the wife of the Greek god-looking man.

"I'm not hungry!" the man's bus voice came back. Actually Citra likes men with bus sounds but this man is already troublesome people. From the love of being angry. Patient is a disaster carrier. Troubles people only.

Citra retakes the tray and approaches the man. The image opens a sterile plastic food wrapper and stir the rice with vegetables and side dishes in the form of steamed fish. Healthy food for the sick. Rich people who used to eat high-class meat certainly find it difficult to swallow healthy food.

The image thrust a spoonful of rice into the patient's mouth. Miraculously the patient obeyed.