Hot Passion of the Doctor
Episode 200's

"You're alive anyway?'' chirps Vishnu, makes Hans frown his forehead.

"Do you really think I'm dead? Why do you think like that?" timpal Hans who is still curious and astonished, but also annoyed with the curse of Vishnu. That guy just wants to talk.

Vishnu even laughed.

"What's so funny?'' thought Hans. Now that his eyes turned to look at the voiceless crying Cannon, he bent both knees. Hans crouched down and looked at the beautiful woman.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why cry? Dear...,'' call Hans gently.

Hearing the call of affection, the Cannon immediately raised his head to look at Hans. He was really happy, very relieved to see Hans now in front of him, still handsome, nothing less.

The cannon was still crouching, he looked at Hans full of haru. "I'm glad you're good." said Caniam between his tears.

Hans frowning. "What do you think is it? Hm? Why did it cry so?''

"Duh males is really, Look at you, sweet-ass. I'm going in first!'' over time Vishnu was annoyed to see the drama in front of him, he walked into his dormitory.

"There is news on television, he said the flight from Jakarta - jogja had an accident, Mas. Do you know what I was thinking after hearing the news?" clearly Cannon, she wiped her wet eyes with the tip of her hijab.

Hans chuckled, but also felt a little guilty.

"Sorry, yes. Mas forgot your ngabarin if mas departing from Jakarta by car instead of plane. Because there is bad news from the mas client, so the mas must take care of the case first until they miss the plane. When we got here, the car broke down and the phone died. For your sake, Mas ran to get here." Hans explained slowly, he was a little happy to see the Cannon that was so worried about him.

It would be so happy if that smile and that face could be seen every day, from waking to sleeping again.

Hans thought of something he had not believed in before, but suddenly felt 1000 percent sure.

Hearing Hans explanation, Cannon smiled widely.

"I'm not happy on top of your suffering, Mas. But I'm glad you think I'm important in your life. Until I walk and run to get here. If such a man would accompany me to old age, my life would be filled with happiness." said Caniam.

Hans knows what that means. He had indeed received taaruf but they were still not halal with each other, there could still be others who came to separate this illegitimate relationship.

"Dad, it's home, right?" hans asked arrived.

"There's Mas. Why?'' The cannon asked back.

"What's wrong. You go home, Mas want to go first for a while there is business. Da-dah." said Hans as he waved and left the cannon still confused by Hans' attitude.

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Clinton walked into her apartment with a smile. He can't wait to meet his beloved wife. This is the umpteenth day after he officially became husband and wife with Clara. Clinton pulled out an access card to get into her apartment.

As usual, when the door opens, Clinton will see Clara standing behind the door with her sweetest smile. She would dress up pretty and wear her best clothes. Whether she learned where all the kindness came from to spoil her husband's eyes, obviously, Clinton liked it a lot. He would immediately hug Clara and say. ''I love you, Ay."

"You take a shower first, I've prepared the warm water. We'll eat right away, okay?" clara said softly. He would be as sweet as Clinton at all times. Only one that he could not do continuously, namely the husband and wife relationship. Clara is not ready to have children. So he gave Clinton a schedule, there were only days when she was not in her fertile years. Clara had already consulted with her obstetrician before they were officially married. You can also use contraceptives or safety devices. But Clara could not if every day had to take a pill.

Clinton was thinking of a way to get her second night. She wanted to do that relationship with Clara in her conscious state as she was aware. The first was under the influence of stimulant drugs.

Clinton has brought a surprise for Clara. May his wife like.

Clinton's face revealed a real sense of happiness. He took a shower with joy. Her lips sing a love song. Clara was in the kitchen, warming up her cooking. Clinton likes warm food. Before the wedding day arrived, Clara had learned to cook with her mother, even though she could only make simple dishes, but that was more than enough to make her feel proud to be able to cook.

Clinton walked out of her room, approached Clara and hugged her from behind.

"I love the smell of your perfume, Ay." whispered Clinton softly, making Clara smile.

"If you like it, I'll keep wearing it. Actually I want to change the new fragrance, but if you like, I want to wear this. I will love my new mother" Clara said with a smile.

Clinton turned Clara's body to face her. Next to Clinton's hand, she fixed Clara's hair, combing her fallen brat across her cheek.

Clinton was just enjoying that face, doing nothing.

Clara grabbed Clinton's arm and invited her to sit down, Clinton had to eat on time. Clara tried to do the best she could, because Clinton was so good, always understood her situation.

"Eat a lot, be healthy. If you're healthy, I feel like I've managed to take good care of you." Clara looked at Clinton with a big smile, with her lips tightly closed.

Clinton followed suit and began eating her food.

"Taste you good, Ay. You're not tired tonight?" look at Clinton, when she's done eating. And washing hands.

Clara frowned both of her forehead. ''Why, Ay? You want to mijitin me, huh?'' answer Clara, plain.

Clinton chuckles. He turned around, walked up to Clara and grabbed Clara's arm and lifted her into her trunk.

"Byeah, I want to mijitin you. From the foot to the top, up again and up." - Clinton.

Making Clara blush in shame, she pinched Clinton's waist in a fit of anxiety, Clinton said.

"You like the mode. I thought about it." Clara nyerocos just like that, when Clinton had sat him on the edge of the mattress. Clinton knelt in front of him. With a hopeful look.

"Modusin's own wife can even reward you, not something wrong, too, Ay?" argue Clinton.

"Yes, Can. But this is still my fertile date. I'm afraid how am I gonna get pregnant?" Clara Manyun, she was indeed afraid of getting pregnant. Not afraid of fat, no. He was only afraid that the presence of a child could hinder him to achieve success.

Clinton leaned her body right in front of Clara, whispering something in her ear that rang. ''I bought contraceptives" he said.

"What?!!" peekit Clara's.