THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Romantic Night

The image still tells the story without Heru being asked. He chose to be a good listener. Hearing a piece of Citra's life story on a windy night made a romantic atmosphere for Heru. Another image from another. Women increasingly want to stay away from Heru more inviting curiosity Heru to approach Citra.

"I contracted the covid virus but quickly recovered because I was able to get help in time. Did you hear my story?" The image glanced at the silent Heru from earlier. Heru's silhouette was exposed to the light of a torch fire like a real god descending from the sky. The man thus macho implies a firm figure stealing the hearts of women.

"I heard.I don't think your watermelon girl has a stronger endurance than a man. I salute."

"It's a doctor's job. When we took the oath, our doctor was bound by an appointment. Avoid being ashamed of your own promises. You're not cold?" The image could not bear to see Heru only wear long-sleeved shirts not so thick.

"Cold little! I'm not good at lying say no cold. Oya...Is it in your eyes that I am old to be called father? I mind being considered old. Gini-gini still able to live bini." protested Heru less satisfied called the father by Citra. A gini looks like an old grandpa.

Citra's laughter answered Heru's protest. The image does not consider old Heru but it is a tribute to Heru as a more powerful person. It is impossible for Citra to call Heru by name or brother. Later it is thought to call Abang becak.

"Brother was wrong. I respect the position of the father. Do I want to call you son?"

"Don't! Ntar is thought to have a young stepmother. How to call Heru. Adem's good in the ears!"

"Father of the Javanese?"

"Yes.from Solo. I want to call you mas. It's not really okay either, which is important mas." joked Heru trying to warm up the cold night. If allowed to want to feel Heru bring Citra into the arms feel how warm when together. Unfortunately Heru has not eaten the guts of a tiger so dare not.

"Well, it's Heru..."

Heru massaged the chest many times feel cool in the heart can call so melodious. Mas Heru said to carry out the water of heaven to soak gently into the recesses of the heart. He wanted that every day Citra was by his side issuing that call. Heru's life must be perfect there is a life spirit.

"Thank you dear!"

"What is it, baby? Am I Heru's girlfriend?"

"Now not but later who knows. I'm a creative person then the practice starts from early so that later do not stutter the mouth."

"Hhuuu.ngarep..."

"Obviously.I am an unyielding man. My intentions are good! Building a family of Sakinah mawadah warahmah."

"There are candidates? That bonyok mannequin?" The image remembered Viona. Is Heru in a courtship exercise to have the guts to continue the relationship with Viona. Imagine how apes life Heru when editing women do not have a heart like Viona. But Citra does not want to be ugly people choose to deepen in their hearts about Viona. A person who has the right to decide his own future.

"Idihhhh nih insensitive people!" sumpul Heru in heart. From earlier he invited Citra to chat to click find a match. This woman even brought the storyline to the other side. In vain Heru sacrificed against the wind for the sake of pursuing Citra.

"I'm chasing my candidate! You support yes! Doain I managed to get my adored woman!"

"certainly guaranteed! Not backing out!"

"That's for sure.tomorrow I'm back in town with the patients. Helicopters will deliver all the necessities here. Profit will set everything. You got a deposit?"

"No thank you. All the goodness of my father will be recorded in my heart. I hope someday I have a good chance to get some help, Dad."

"Now father again! My gray hair grows a hundred strands. I'm getting old when I call you dad again." Heru mewek was not happy Citra forgot to give a cool call on the chest.

"Sori mas tulen..suka forgot!"

"That's dong! I feel really young again. If you call my real father osteoporosis. Porous all."

Image laughter broke out in the darkness of the night. The heart of Citra was entertained by the little jokes from Heru. It turns out that Heru is funny. Not just silly. Heru quite entertaining Citra in a time of silence gini.

"Thank you for coming! He wants to run a joker race. Who knows, the finals."

"Huusss.what would my men say if they knew his boss was a comedian! No one is afraid of me anymore. A boss should be cool in front of the boys. We can't let the men stand on our heads. I was just kidding with you! You're so mysterious that you make me want to dig out who you are!"

"Me?" Citra pointed at the nose stick pointed with a small laugh, "I'm a doctor Citra specialist urate and nerves. Not the doctor! Don't misunderstand!"

"Mother doctor?"

"By the way, how's the wound? Any good?"

"Alhamdulillah has improved. Just wait open the thread. I wait for you to do it. I'm more comfortable being handled by a pretty doctor."

"Gombal.no dime!"

"No money is needed enough attention of doctors. The air gets humid. We're going back to the mosque? You need to rest. There are many tasks tomorrow! I'll fly out early in the morning so that the groceries and other materials are quickly channeled. You must take care not to wear it!"

"I know the limits of my physical abilities! Let's go back! Mannequin looking for."

"I'm sorry for Viona's behavior. I'll take him home tomorrow. Yup!" Heru got up first and reached out to help Citra get up from the wooden bench. The image looked at Heru's large hand. How comfortable it is to be in the grip of that sturdy palm. A flash flashed a huge tall figure in the mind of Citra. The figure of Alvan the papi children. The man seemed to disappear from the memory of Citra after being with Heru. Heru is better at attracting the attention of Citra with his silly behavior. Unlike the Alvan which is rather stiff.

The image of a big decision to put a small hand into the grip of Heru's big hand. Heru pulled Citra closer to him to avoid the cold air. The smile of victory perched on the corner of Heru's lips. The first step successfully stole the attention of the image. Hopefully the next step will be smoother.

The two went hand in hand without letting go. One hand Another image brought Heru's bread. Unfortunately if left because at the time of gini every food feels very valuable. At first glance the two are like lovebirds are mingling love. The first start of holding a new hand continues to a more friendly level. Heru fosters beautiful hope can go through stage by stage to achieve the peak of success to dominate the heart of Citra.

Before reaching the front door of the mosque reflexively Citra pulled hands from Heru's grasp. Citra does not want to build a bad image in a new area affected by disaster. People would think he's a flirtatious doctor seduces philanthropists. Which person knows Heru came because of Citra.

"Go sleep! Go in the mosquito net!" heru said gently before parting off to each other's beds. Heru got a place with a group of guys while Citra joined the women. Viona also slept on the floor of the mosque with a thick carpet. Viona can't protest because that's the best facility in the present.

The image goes into the mosquito net where Melati is present. The doctor had first welcomed the dream of being tired of taking care of the injured victims. The image is also quite tired then quickly lulled after Melati to meet the dawn. A new task awaits them.

Wild bird chirps wake up refugee residents. The call of duty awaits. The image fell asleep very soundly until it passed the dawn prayer. The feeling of exhausting extraordinary drain all energy Citra then he fell asleep like dead wood. Being picked up and thrown into the river might not feel like it.

The image quickly wakes up while poking Melati who is still fine-tuning. If Citra considers itself kebablasan turns out there is something worse. Melati more forget the land until the sun is high still emit a smooth snoring sound.

"Mel..wake up!" whispered Citra slowly in the ears of Melati.

"I'm still sleepy ma...sleep in five minutes!" Melati even glide indistinctly. What's in this girl's brain. Think sleep pretty at home. Forgetting where he is.

"Miss Melati..wake up! Picket turn!" exclaim Citra makes Melati open her eyes. Jasmine's eyes still did not shine normally. The blurry light is not yet clearly awake or still asleep.

The face of the pillow Jasmine is too heavy to resist the slow voice of Citra. The image has already mustered the highest tone of his vocal cords but is unable to influence Melati's consciousness. The image looked at Melati desperately. There is no cure for sleepers.

The image glanced at the mosquito net next to the nurse containing a girl who was also sprawled lost energy. The four nurses are like batteries missing stun power. Total soak.

"Mel..tuh sir Heru came anyway! Aren't you ashamed?" Citra was forced to sell Heru's name to shock Melati.

Heru name has a high selling power. Once heard the name containing magic five girls jumped up like a commando.

Their eyes looked for the figure that Citra was buzzing with. There is no such figure as the Greek god. There are only patient cots and some male volunteers are still moles connecting dreams when the sun starts to show a golden light. Sunlight is still friendly does not burn the skin.

Melati clicked irritated hit by prank Citra. The Greek god of their new idol turns out to be just engineering the Image for them to wake up.

"Lhu chivalry!" Melati throw a blanket towards Citra greeted laughter patter Citra.

"What dream is lhu? How do you smile in your sleep?"

Jasmine shuffles hair without sin on the head. Innocent crown victim misplaced. He wanted to be upset at Citra disturbing his beautiful dreams. Melati dreamed all night she was in the arms of a Greek god straying to the earth. The beautiful dream was dissolved because of the fad Citra woke him up.

"Dissourer.." Melati's nagging grabbed back the blanket. His hands were busy folding the mainstay of the air-conditioner. As long as they're here they desperately need a blanket.

Citra participates in similar activities with Melati. Tidy up each bed before doing activities reflect the soul of the owner of the place. Citra and Melati certainly compete to be a role model for others because they are doctors who in fact must be cleaner than others.

They switch baths to mentally prepare for new tasks. The hope of the medics is that there are no seriously ill patients. Not they are lazy to serve the sick but pray all refugees are given health.

This morning I dressed casually. Long sleeve t-shirt and rubber jeans. At first glance Citra is not a specialist doctor but a teenager growing up. The image is too cute to be said to be near thirty years old. In the eyes of everyone Citra is no more a teenage girl.

Melati stared at the envious image without tucking in a sense of envy. Melati only envy God the gift of perfect natural beauty in Citra. Without dressing up, she looks beautiful. This morning a cheerful image of a young girl in love. Fresh as new flowers are picked from the garden.

The medical descendants of Eve walked to the soup kitchen looking for breakfast to increase the energy of fighting with all the seeds of disease.

This morning breakfast boiled noodles without eggs. Chickens are shocked to get a shock when they lay eggs before they are mentally subjected to physiotherapy. It was joking Melati when he saw there was only instant noodles boiled so.

Citra consider joking jasmine just entertainment. Rigid atmosphere freshener. The image did not capture the shadow of Heru around the kitchen. That man left early in the morning. Last night Heru said he was leaving in the morning but why the patients were not transported. Did Heru forget or the man will ask for a helicopter to pick up the patient.

The alleged wrong image. From far away looks idol figure Melati come accompanied by a full make up lady. Heru's step is very dashing in bright color t-shirt print chest area without more fat. The man deserves to be judged because it is very sexy to disturb the adrenaline of girls.

Melati poking Citra who just ate a mouthful of instant noodles on a plastic plate. Melati wanted to say what but the young doctor's lips were silent. Only his hands were engrossed in the image expressing admiration.

Heru stops right in front of Citra showing a deathly smile that throws away the faith of girls. Melati can't eat anymore. His soul drifted along with Heru's chirping.

"Just up?" ask him who exactly. There is only Melati and Citra. This means that the question is directed at Melati or Citra.

The image of a small nod gives Melati a chance to become a spokesperson. The image knew Melati was crazy about the man. So give Melati time to interact with Heru.

"Yes sir! Just woke up." said Melati bashful Persian cat. Hairy cute cat.

"Yes I understand. You are tired of working. I'll be leaving soon. Are your patients ready to be taken to the hospital in the city?"

"Can we have breakfast for a while, sir? We'll prepare all patient data." Image panic because it has not made the patient data will be moved to the hospital more complete medical equipment.

Heru smiled to see the woman he was looking for was attacked by panic. There was no intention of Heru to disturb Citra's breakfast. Heru just wanted to see the natural beauty of Citra in the morning.