Finding Perfect Wife

Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 30 Thoughts on Safa


dr. Ammar arrived at the hospital. He was in a hurry because it was almost too late.


“Jeez what can the girl do ?” dr. Ammar got out of the car and stopped briefly staring at his black shoes. “Still dirty like this.” umpatnya annoyed that made him forced to have to clean it himself.


“ck.” he then picked up the wet wipes that were in the car and took some then sat down in the seat that was in the parking lot. He took off his shoes and cleaned them.


From the other direction a man wearing all-white clothes approached him after getting out of the car.


“What are you Ammar ?” asked the man looking at the shoes held by dr. Ammar.


Dr. Ammar looked up to see who called him, “Pasha ?”


“Tumben once you clean your own shoes. Aren't there many servants in your house ?”


“Yes, that's the problem there's a new waitress in my house and you know it's all her work no one's muddy. I regretted hiring him at my house. Now I am the one who is troubled.” clearly at length while cursed someone.


“Fired him. Find a new Line more competent, simple not ?”


dr. Ammar heard the explanation from his friend. Yes, dr. Pasha is a surgeon at Aspetar hospital. They are both close because they are often seen together in their spare time.


“Truely you said too. But... But pity me too if I fire him to eat will he be out there later ? Is anyone willing to hire her ?” his dream after thinking and apparently feeling sorry for Safa even though the girl sucks.


“You are, tumben once good news on a waiter.” timpal dr. Pasha who felt strange there was his friend because he usually continued firmly and immediately gave punishment to servants who were considered to work impeccably.


“Let's not talk about that anymore. That problem I will think about later.” dr. Ammar stood up and immediately put his shoes back on. “Lumayanlah.” he smiled broke staring at his shoes that were already clean, at least better work than Safa's work.


“You have no operating schedule this time ?”


“There are, 20 minutes more there are patients who will operate.” timpal dr. Pasha yesterday glanced at the clock that was coiling in her hand.


“If so let's go in.”


dr. Ammar immediately stepped foot from the parking lot into the hospital with dr. Pasha followed him.


“morning dr. Ammar.” greet his assistant as the man sits in his chair.


“Yes, morning Yusuf.” he replied briefly to the greeting from his assistant flatly without expression. I don't know why today the mod is bad and he doesn't want to talk much. “Call his patients to log in immediately.”


“Good, doctor.”


Joseph immediately called one patient to enter the examination room.


“Again dr. Ammar.” greet a female patient aged around 55 years.


“Yes, mistress Maryam what are you complaining about at the moment ?” at once the man can juggle himself who is not in the mood to look friendly, cheerful and of course polite in front of his patients.


“Doctor today I feel so guilty for my 20-year-old daughter because again she did all the things for me that nothing was right even though she did it wholeheartedly.”


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dr. Ammar felt that the problem expressed by the Madam was similar to the problem he was facing at the moment where he also felt the same way about Safa as the Madam felt.


“ehm..simple your mistress does not need to stress your daughter because she is still young and unstable. Try to give a little understanding on the double photo by giving him a compliment even though he does not like.” explained dr. Ammar was at length as smoothly as running water.


They chatted for almost an hour before the patient came out of the examination room.


“dr. Ammar is the next patient allowed to enter ?” joseph asked after seeing the patient come out of there.


“Wait another hour just call the next patient.” after the oil so he immediately out of the room into another room to momentarily calm his mind.


Yes, the man remembered what he said to his first patient earlier which made him remember Safa who was similar to the position of the mistress' daughter who was always to blame.


“Did I mistreat the girl ?” Safa this time has really disturbed the mind of dr. Ammar made him unable to concentrate while working.