My Hot Baby's
Boring

Chris wiped the lip of the lover he had tasted sweet. Zareena smiled, her head looked forward, and the form of the man there was visible. So did Chris who frowned because someone was looking at them.

"He who?" Chris looked at Zareena.

"Oh, it's Tristan. My brother's best friend."

"God! We're making out in front of him."

Zareena calms Chris by cupping her future husband's hand. "You're here, let me say hello. Valdo's not here either."

"Let's just be together."

Zareena nodded, arguing instead would be suspicious. The two walked out of the gate, then approached Tristan.

"Hi, Tris!" Zareena smiled. Protecting his face from awkwardness, guilt, and worry. Afraid that Tristan would talk to Chris at this point. "You looking for Valdo?"

"Oh, so, he's your future husband?" Tristan turned to look at Chris, then reached out. "I'm Tristan."

Chris with a friendly smile welcomed the introduction. "Chris Hemswort, Zareena's future husband."

Tristan nodded. "You fit in with him." Then, he turned to look at Zareena.

However, that gaze was full of anger, regret that Zareena knew that Tristan was currently injured. The reason, Zareena did not know, and did not want to guess.

"Well, if Valdo isn't here, I'll go first" said Tristan.

"Be careful on the road, man." Chris said it as if he had been familiar to Tristan.

The nod and smile that Tristan gave in return to Chris. He got in the car, started the engine, but before the road, Chris immediately took Zareena into the vehicle that was still parked in the yard.

Tristan looked at the hand that was embracing that slender waist. Then remember, when Zareena said that she had slept with the doctor.

Tristan's overbearing heart grows, but he is unable to do anything because there is no reason to prevent Chris from being with Zareena.

"Damn it!" tell Tristan, then drive his car.

Zareena gasped at the sudden question Chris asked. "Why do you ask that?"

"From the look on his face, it looks like Tristan is angry." While looking closely

Zareena laughs. "Where do you know?"

Chris grabbed his girlfriend's hand. "I'm a doctor. I know a little how to read someone's face."

"I don't believe."

"Well, I used to learn about that." Chris tried to explain.

"Forgot that, my stomach is hungry, when are we going to eat?" Zareena opened the car door, then walked in.

Chris says. "He doesn't trust me. Whatever."

The car came out of the yard when Chris was already driving it. Drive to a restaurant where they can be together.

At the restaurant, Chris ordered food for them. At least the man knew what Zareena's favorite meal was. Women who have entered this life, love pasta and sweet foods.

"You know, our department got a complaint. The patient's family said that I didn't properly sew up the head wound that was caused by the accident" Chris said.

Started again. Actually, Zareena is lazy to hear stories about Chris' work. He felt he would never connect around health.

"How did you handle it?" Zareena asked on her side.

"The first time his son was not taken to our hospital. After a new severe move, and you know, I silenced them with medical records."

"You're great, Chris."

Zareena praised him, and one fact she knew, Chris was indeed hungry for praise. Zareena wants this quick lunch to pass or hopes Chris gets a sudden call from the hospital.

Seriate