The Love of Doctor

See You Later

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Naura's eyes turned toward the source of the sound, when she heard a leg stomp down the stairs. Her husband looks neat with a white shirt, as well as black cloth pants covering his leg hair. The man was focusing on hooking the *buckle* clock on his wrist.

While Naura is still glued to the kitchen area, with a red apron that covers the front body. The original tied hair, as well as a thin sweat on his forehead due to the hot steam coming out of the cooking.

“*Loh, loh, loh*. You to the office?” naura's gaze probed as she walked closer to her husband. Though he thought, Abhi had a holiday because early this morning they fought long enough. Not a lip fight but a strong fight on the bed.

“Iya!” abhi replied, short and loud, then his lips landed on the cheek of his wife's puffer. “Good morning, My most beautiful wife, despite the smell of onions!” abugn.

Their marriage was three months old. Abhi and Naura have also moved into their new home. Their house is certainly still quiet in the morning like this, because Abhi allows her art to go home. They came to clean their houses and clothes. As for the business of cooking Naura is the one who prepares everything.

Well, even though sometimes Abhi gave the provision of Naura to Nathan, because the taste of his wife's cooking is not consistent, sometimes too salty, sometimes tasteless, sometimes not spicy. Though Naura knows, she is a lover of spicy cuisine.

The term *honeymoon* also leaves only wishful thinking. They left, because the work schedule continues to be tight. Especially now that Pak Bahtiar's case has entered the trial process, Abhi must remain *focus* on the opponent.

“Ish, really nice. I thought you were off!” naura grumbled back to walk towards the kitchen, continuing to cook scrambled carrots mixed with broccoli and eggs.

“Why?” search Abhi when she saw Naura's face looked disappointed. "You want to go for a walk?"

“I feel aja .. kaya sugarcane. Sweet abis is thrown away! Enjoyed first the sweetness, then you go that way!” insinuations.

Abhi who heard the grunts of his wife quickly approached towards the kitchen, “you are always sweet, really! Hence, I want to enjoy you continue.” Abhi took *spatula* from Naura's hand. “Actually I just changed’in Nathan, he can not accompany his client. So you take it easy, don't worry like that. Pak Bahtiar's trial is still the day after tomorrow!” Abhi tried to cheer up. “Mandi there! After that we have breakfast,” his orders, then.

Naura complies, then leaves Abhi in the kitchen. His body was still sticky, as a result of sweat that had poured profusely through his pores this morning.

After Naura disappeared on the second floor, Abhi quickly tasted the dishes that were still on the frying pan. He is trying to improve the taste of the cuisine that has been formulated Naura. Pretending to be the *master chef*, Abhi adds spice to his wife's cooking. Once in good taste he moved the dish to the plate *plate* 12*inch*.

One by one Abhi took him to the dinner table, after all was ready, he sat down while waiting for his wife to come. Today he is more relaxed because the trial will start at 11 p.m. Therefore, he could still help Naura cook in the kitchen.

“Where are you planning to go, honey?” abhi asked as he saw Naura coming down the stairs.

“Ke office, but it's still noon. I was a little lazy to meet a new client,” replied Naura, then pulled one of the chairs on the dining table, sitting opposite her husband. The dining table consisted of only four chairs, flanking a square table that was not too wide, not far from the dining table, there was a wide open glass door, showing the condition of the park as an eye conditioner this morning. The gurgling sound of water from the fish pond became the voice of the voice, accompanying their chat this morning.

“Yes, already, no need to take. You are at home, later if you can ... at lunch time I will go home,” said Abhi, he does not want his wife half-in-half in doing work. Moreover, this is about the sale of services that they pursue.

“No need, I just came to the court office to encourage you!” naura said excitedly.

“Lack of work, if it is so rich,” Abhi sneer, while putting a mouthful of food into his mouth, his eyes can not be seen closely Naura's face is pouting.

“Don't talk about rich stuff in public! Shy Abhi,” remembers Naura, with a menacing look.

“Who speaks in public? We are alone, *Bib-Beh*!” reply Abhi.

“Dah, sana. Exhaust it, my ears suddenly ache listening to your call!” Naura rubbed her ears repeatedly with her hands.

“That should grieve that's me! How can you?”

“Ngilu why?” ask him who does not understand.

Abhi smiling ignorantly, “Seeing you. Looking at your body for a long time made my bottom grieve!”

Realizing her husband's constant remarks leading up to her bed sports this morning, Naura is upset and leaves the dinner table, without a word.

“No fear of sin, no *mani* husband eat?” cibir Abhi's.

“That sin is you! talk rich in public!” reply Naura.

Abhi did not reply, he quickly finished his breakfast, worried that if it continued it would end long. He knew his wife was still embarrassed and considered it a taboo when he said it in front of her. Though he need not be ashamed, because after all he has memorized the curves of Naura's body at this time.

The stuffing on Abhi's plate is already toilet, he puts an empty glass on the table. Then walked towards Naura who was sitting in front of the television screen.

“I'm leaving, yes!” pamit Abhi, stole a kiss on his wife's lips. Naura did not protest, she just cleared her throat, in response.

After giving another kiss on the forehead, Abhi moved away while waving her hand towards Naura. “You sure you don't want to ship to the front?” he said as he walked backwards away from Naura.

“No, you leave alone!” naura said, just looking at her husband.

Abhi gave a bright smile towards her, then passed away leaving the house. When I heard Abhi's car. Naura quickly ran towards the front, her heart was not calm if she did not see Abhi's car, left the house. Although Abhi did not see her standing on the lip of the door, she was relieved to see her husband's car leaving the house.

“See you later, Honey,” murmured, as the car disappeared from his yard. Naura closed the door, wanting to get ready for the office because she felt uncomfortable being home alone. Not even the door was tightly shut, someone held it from the outside.

“Turn again, Bhi?” naura asked as she pulled back the door handle. The brown wooden door was wide open, but what came was not her husband.

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