Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 47 Unknown Numbers

Afsha's smile was instantly lost hearing what the man before her said.

“Why have you never been sincere in helping me, doctor sir ?” afsha's protest was violent if she knew if the man asked for anything from her then she would prefer to remain locked in the room until her sentence is over.

dr. Ammar himself is actually just joking but somehow for him to tease Afsha let alone to do it is a pleasure for him in the midst of his fatigue.

“Quickly you come with me now.” the man passed to his room and Afsha followed him.

On the way they met one of the servants, Amla.

“Why do I feel dr. Ammar looks close to Afsha ?” amla saw dr. Ammar smiled faintly at Afsha. “Then what he is also dr. Ammar took it out?” guessing doesn't dare to ask.

“Sore. Ammar.” greet Brother Amla.

“Ya, bi Amla.” say hello back but continue to pass.

Arriving in front of the room, the man sat on the chair beside the door while looking at Afsha.

“What ?” said Afsha ketus already nyampe directly what asked by the man.

dr. Ammar raised one of his legs, “Let go of my shoes.” with a big smile that made Afsha clench his hands tightly with anger.

“Ya, great doctor lord.” Afsha even sat down to take off the man's shoes in turn. If that man hadn't helped her earlier he wouldn't have wanted to do something like demeaning himself.

“Acquired.” dr. Ammar stood up and stopped after taking two steps. “Put my bag on the table there.” he handed his bag to Afsha after pointing at a table.

Without much word Afsha received the bag.

“bugh.” out of annoyance once he threw the bag just like that to the table appointed by dr. Ammar. “You think I'm your helper !”

Afsha in the room looks upset because she thinks they are really outrageous this time.

“But if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have come out of that punishment room either.” muttered Afsha rethinking if the man had a good side too.

At night in dr. Ammar.

The man was seen daydreaming at the phone on the desk after he checked his contact list and stopped while reading Abizar Cailey's phone number contacts.

“What if I just call him ? maybe he's currently anxiously searching for his missing daughter.”

dr. Ammar took the phone in front of him and pressed the green button on his phone screen.

“I better find out just what is the reason for the girl to run away from home then I call this number.” murmur turned off the call after three times the connecting tone.

He then went to bed because it was night and again he felt tired.

“drrt.” one hour after that pound of cell belonging to the man vibrated.

Yes, dr. Ammar always changes his phone to silent mode at night because he does not want his sleeping hours disturbed.

In the city of Doha, Abizar, who had just left the house, saw a missed call on his phone. He called back the number.

“Why not lift ?” the man repeated his call for not being picked up three times. “Whose number is this exactly ?” Abizar decided on the call because he was not used to repeating the same thing more than three times. “Maybe this is just the same Muslim as before.”

He did not pay attention to the foreign number because previously many foreign numbers entered that said to find his daughter but after being found it turned out they were lying.