Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 87 Fiancee Held

At home, dr. Ammar in the afternoon after the hospital.

The man sat on the bed leaning against the wall as usual after putting a wet towel to wipe his wet hair after shampooing.

His bead was fixed on the desk calendar which he could still see clearly.

“Late next week I promised mom I'd bring Afsha here. I have to prepare everything from now.” dr. Ammar seemed to think while holding his chin which began to be overgrown with fine hair.

He then remembered about their engagement status.

“I should have been engaged to him before coming to see mom.” he murmured.

He also told Afsha that.

dr. Ammar then grabbed a black cell phone at the table and called Afsha's number.

cranes

Afsha glanced at her cell phone on the bed that rang right as she walked into the room about to get changed after coming home from the office.

“Who called ?”

Actually Afsha wanted to sit for a while after changing clothes to relieve his fatigue. He picked up the phone after finding out who was calling.

“Yes, what's calling me this afternoon ? isn't it like this time you just got home?” afsha answered while sitting down.

“Before the weekend in the next week we should be engaged. I want to know when your free time is so we can go together to buy an engagement ring.”

Afsha took a deep breath while clutching her bed sheet tightly.

“You... why always make your own decisions without asking me first ?” afsha protests upset not playing.

For him fiancee or not it makes no difference anyway they just go there to meet his mother and he thinks it is too much.

“This is for our good.” short timpals do not explain what the reason is.

dr. Ammar knows what his mother is like. And that he did not without reason to secure their relationship if only his mother did not approve of their relationship.

“No, I don't want.” reject Afsha firmly.

“No, you cannot and must not refuse. Tomorrow morning I'll be there and pick you up.” dr. Ammar was also firm in his stance although he could not explain why.

dr. Ammar then turns off the call because he knows Afsha will be mad at him. And he didn't want to have a long argument with the girl.

“Hey, you turned off the phone when I wasn't done talking.” Afsha screamed when she heard the phone call cut off. “Basic, your habits !” his curse was really upset with eyes full of anger.

He then slammed the flat object into the mattress hard.

“Why would I want to be in a relationship with such a rude man ?!” Afsha cursed either cursing who, himself or dr. Ammar.

Next morning.

On a clear Sunday, dr. Ammar already looks neat also fragrant into the car and then passed away from his home.

“Tumben once a holiday like this sir goes. Is there any duty in hospital on holidays ?” murmured at the sight of Dr. Amla. Ammar walked out of the house.

Usually, the man never leaves the house. He came out of the house can be counted with fingers how many times and that was only with his fellow doctor, dr. Pasha and others.

Although upset, Afsha was apparently prepared and looks neat today.

Despite his anger, he sat in the living room.

Tock

Fatma came to open the door of the living room after hearing the knocking sound of the door.

“Let me open. Aunty make two drinks.” said Afsha because sure that came at that time was dr. Ammar.

Aunt Fatma complied and let go of the door handle she was about to pull and turned and went inside.

Clack

Afsha opened the door and sure enough the handsome face of dr. Ammar poked behind the door with a wide smile expanding adding to the man's charm.

“You're ready ?” ask dr. Ammar.

“Come in first and sit down for a while before we go out.”

dr. Ammar then entered the living room. As he sat down, he pulled Afsha to sit next to him.