Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 40 Sleeping

“click.” voice someone open the door of the room.

“Who else is looking for me ?” muttered Afsha who had just closed his eyes on the bed staring towards the door. “dr. Ammar ?” he was very surprised to see that came not Kak Cala or others but annoying men who always avoided him.

dr. Ammar entered the room and stopped right in front of Afsha who was now sitting.

“There's what dr. Ammar, is there still work unfinished and should I do it now ?” afsha said at once questioning the intention of the arrival of the man in his room.

“See this.” dr. Ammar held and pointed at the clothes he was wearing at this time.

“Yes, what's up with your shirt sir?” Afhsa frowned because the shirt was clean and there was no dirt there.

“You still don't understand also apparently ?” dr. Ammar was upset because the girl in front of him only settled his clothes without understanding the meaning.

Afsha shook her head which made the man even more upset.

“You can't work with just a little becus !” he snapped until Afsha covered his ears because it sounded so shrill in his ears. Even the sound was heard to the next room.

“Why are you angry again ?” from the room next to Amla's sister who heard the cry of her Lord finally put her ear against the wall to find out what was the cause of her master's anger.

“This look !” dr. Ammar pointed back to the clothes he was wearing. “Can you iron correctly ? Look at this still tangled. Even my uniform is like this all.” he said again still in a high tone and forgot if Afsha had schizophrenia.

“Ma-sorry sir, I have tried my best and ironed as neatly as possible.” Afsha replied trying to calm down and curse inwardly why work on a grumpy master like him.

“I know you're young maybe that's why you can't work on it perfectly but isn't big brother been here almost 2 months ? And I should have Mmmhir doing all the homework here.” he said demanding.

dr. An irritated Ammar clenched his hands tightly and threw a punch at the cupboard next to him until all the goods fell from there, precisely a plastic bag just above his feet.

“Gosh don't let this guy see the contents of that plastic bag.” Afsha was surprised when he saw the goods he stored that he had not had time to throw down. “I have to pick it up immediately before being caught.” softly squat while taking the plastic bag.

“You are why not listen to my words and even busy yourself.” dr. Ammar was increasingly upset with the attitude of Afsha who seemed to ignore him. He took the plastic bag out of Afsha's hand.

“Master, please return it to me.”

“Oh, so this is your precious item huh ? I'd like to see what your valuables are like.”

dr. Ammar looked increasingly angry and took out the contents of the bag.

“Oh, don't finish me.”

dr. Ammar actually wanted to prank the girl even more upset when he took the white shirt that was like his and especially the shirt was damaged when he opened it.

“Afsha !!” snapped dr. Ammar echoed to the front page and to the rest of the house even to the sound of Mrs Fatima's room.

Afsha closed her eyes while closing her ears preparing to receive anger or perhaps punishment for her.

“What is this ?” the man's shrill voice invited Madame Fatima out of her room and into Afsha's room.