Chasing Love Husband Cold
Muak

Wirdo Hutomo Hospital is a hospital where Alan works. The private hospital still belongs to his family. It took many years for the young man to get an education until he finally renounced the title of Surgeon Specialist who was not purely on his wishes.

Alan does not like the smell of drugs, Alan also has a fear of seeing wounds or all kinds of anything related to blood. However, because of the ambition of the Grandfather who needs a successor and a grandson who can be proud of, making the dislike and fear in Alan perish by itself due to interference and hard upbringing of the Grandfather.

Alan's life was hard. Born from a family is not and makes him just sit back and sit on his hands. Especially with the condition of his parents' marriage that is terrible.

Entering the main hospital door. Some opration schedules have been neatly arranged in memory.

Some colleagues say hello. Alan only smiled faintly without replying. All colleagues were not surprised by the expression addressed by the heir of Wirdo Hutomo Hospital because it was so familiar with the nature of Alan who was ignorant and seemed unfriendly to others around.

Not having time to eat breakfast due to quarrel with Lara made Alan forced to enjoy breakfast in the workspace with food that he had bought on the road.

One of the men who was none other than Assistant Alan told me that the schedule for the surgery started in ten minutes. Alah just nodded faintly. He allowed the assistant to leave and the man finished his own meal.

If not fellow professionals, hardly anyone would have recognized the moment when the body of an Alan was wrapped in special clothing upon entering the operating room. The handsome face was partially covered by a mask. And other body parts. However, Alan's high posture is firm, making his charms still visible even though part of his body and face is covered.

The cold room greeted him. Several other medical colleagues had surrounded a woman lying in a gurney with an enlarged stomach.

Alan breathed deeply. This is the moment he dislikes the most. Helping the delivery process with patients accompanied by their partners.

A faint sounding music filled the opration room that felt cold to the bone. Alan can feel the tension in the patient and the couple who are now hand-wrenching and strengthening each other. A colleague appears to lead the prayer before the labor process takes place. Alan had a glance at the pair of prospective Mother and Father before touching the abdomen of the patient to start the process.

Spontaneous Alan turned his face. Each helped the birth process, the instincts in Alan seemed to rebel. The words strengthen each other, and the crying of the couple when their baby is born into the world, in fact, corrects the most severe wounds for an Alan Wirya Hutomo who was born from a less harmonious family.

The shrill cry of the newborn baby, filled the room. Alan's hand, wrapped in , touched a small person still covered in blood to show for a moment to his parents before the cleaning and care process. The happy face mixed with sadness emanated clearly from the faces of both parents when they saw the face of the fruit of their first love for the first time.

Alan's job was completed and replaced by another medical staff. The man came out, heading for another opration room that was only a few steps away from the previous room. That's how Alan's routine is in every day. Tired no longer felt. Professions that he never really liked, in fact now able to take a lot of time.

Alan's life was just for work. Become the best surgeon according to Grandpa's wishes. As for romance, Alan barely has a lead. I am married and have several children in the future. The handsome man had even said to never get married during his life who suddenly got a raw bogem from the Grandpa who accidentally heard his words. However, this happened before Dilara was present in Alan's life. Dilara, a girl with no origin who was brought by the Grandfather to be a granddaughter-in-law.

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"Honey, are you coming?." The girl's carefree voice greeted Alan's sense of hearing, so uncomfortable for the man to listen to. Especially the appearance of the girl who is like..

"Truly cheesy," Alan sneered. He nodded and walked away. Ignoring Dilara's hand that had been raised in the air, wanted to touch the husband's hand after work.

After Alan's death, Dilara sighed. The hand that was still floating in the air he lowered. No disappointed look. The girl simply commented a smile, before following Alan's steps into the room.

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"Honey, I've got your clothes ready. You just have to wear it, or do you want me to wear it?."

Alan, who had just come out of the bathroom, slammed the door as soon as he heard Dilara's words which were inappropriate for him. Alan put on a fierce face. Clad in a towel that covered the abdomen to the knees, Alan approached the wife.

Dilara gasped as Alan suddenly gripped both of his shoulders quite tight. Be ill. The pair of big hands seemed to want to squeeze and crush both of his small shoulders.

"Why did you enter my room without permission?." Alan asked with a pair of sharp glaring eyes, pointing at the interlocutor.

For those in pain, as much as possible looks mediocre. The girl even smiled. It was as if Alan's large hand reembellishment on his shoulder did not cause any taste.

"It's not just your room, it's been ours since yesterday, Honey." Dilara winks her eyes. The wide eyeballs blinked beautifully but were not at all attractive to Alan. "And take your hand off my shoulder. We're a couple, Honey. Shouldn't you hurt each other?."

Alan grimacing.

"Wife husband?." Alan even spit in after speaking.

"Oh, you forgot what to pretend. Em or should I remind you again if yesterday we were married?. Ah, I should have just called Grandpa." Dilara touches the clothes bag to retrieve the stored cell phone but Alan quickly seizes it.

"Daasar ibliss, you," said Alan as if to swallow Dilara alive. Dilara smiled triumphantly while Alan was furious no matter what. Leaving behind a burning emotion, Alan quickly grabbed a pair of clothes that Dilara had prepared before exiting his private room to occupy a guest room that was safer than any room in his house.

Tbc.