Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 101 Wedding

Night at Afsha's house.

Seen Abizar sitting with dr. Ammar in the family room. He was very pleased with the strong steps taken by the man. Although he had previously had thoughts of asking Afsha to end the relationship only because of the absence of certainty.

“So what if later I will wake you up hospital?” ask Abizar.

“It's too big, Mr.” replied dr. Ammar. His dream is to have a place of practice so that he is also more relaxed not depressed by time like in the hospital before.

“Dad, from now on you should get used to calling me that. Because soon you'll be married.”

dr. Ammar smiled slightly in response while nodding.

“Or personal clinic only?” re-abizar corrected his idea.

“It looks like it's more precise, Father.”

Not dr. Ammar answered him but Afsha suddenly emerged from behind them and joined in.

Abizar laughed, revealing his white teeth lined up neatly. This time the man could be this happy.

“About the wedding date you two should get married soon in the near future. I don't want anyone to slander for including a man living here.

“Yes, Dad. We will find the exact date,” Afsha replied and dr. Ammar.

The two discussed after Abizar's departure in search of a good date for the wedding.

“This date is good for us to get married,” said Afsha took the desk calendar and then pointed to one of the dates.

“It's too long. This date only,” dr. Ammar gave advice and chose a time earlier than the time Afsha chose.

Three weeks later, a five-star hotel was holding a holy wedding.

A very magnificent party is almost equivalent to the wedding of an artist.

Flowers immediately framed every corner of the street to the pelaminan.

Seen kings and queens last night sitting on white lapel seats with fresh red roses adorning their back drop.

“Congratulations on your wedding Afsha,” said a female guest who was a schoolmate of Afsha first.

“Yes, thank you,” Afsha replied with a big smile on her wedding day, she could not describe her happiness.

In addition to Afsha's guests, there are also guests of dr. Ammar at the Hospital where he worked.

“Ammar, I did not expect you to leave our singles group and get married now,”. Pasha then turned to stare at her group of three people.

“Makanya quickly married, so as not to rust down there,” whispered dr. Ammar patted his close friend's shoulder.

“Ammar, you are still married to the girl even without my blessing,” he said then looked back at the wedding photo on the invitation.

A few years ago, dr. Ammar called his mother and sent her an invitation to tell her about her marriage, because no matter how many times the man called his mother wouldn't pick up the phone from him.

“Until anytime I will not restore your relationship.” said Mrs Fatima squeezed the invitation in her hand, then she threw it carelessly on the floor with a hateful look.

The child who had always been obedient to him now denied it. Even married without her blessing.

The event at the 5-star hotel in the city of prayer lasted until the afternoon. But by evening the newlyweds had just come down from the guarantee.

All the guests left an hour ago.

While the newlyweds did not go home immediately, it turns out they were in a pre-sident suite room that was also in the same area to spend their honeymoon.

“Why did you continue to stick to me,” said Afsha to undo his intention to change clothes.

She was still wearing her replacement dress despite the weight because there was dr. Ammar.

“Then when will I change clothes,” he said then roll his eyeball glanced at dr. Ammar sat beside him.

“Change clothes now and I will help you. I've been waiting for you to take off your shirt.”

Afsha's face soon met red hearing the answer of the man who has now officially become her husband.

Without being asked, dr. Ammar then unzipped Afsha's back.

The white dress then barks on the floor and leaves Afsha's plain body.

Of course dr. Ammar immediately grabbed him tightly and took him to bed.

“Afsha, now we are halal,” he said with hot breath, as hot as his body which is now not wearing a thread.

Afsha just closed her eyes. He was scared and not curious on the night of their honeymoon.

“Open your eyes, I'll be gentle with you.”

dr. Ammar kissed Afsha's lips. His hands moved wildly all over Afsha's body until he finally heard ****** Afsha mixed with the roar of tears that dipped at first but changed into a kiss of death that devoured the body of dr. Ammar.

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