My Innocent Doctor's
MID 38 | Message from Yara

Every day, Madeline always does the same for Pierre. Bringing supplies for the man, Pierre accepted and did not comment much. And the happier is again, the food made by Madeline always runs out of nothing. That certainly makes Madeline happy, because Pierre indirectly appreciates his efforts.

Madeline seemed tireless to always make provisions for Pierre, like this afternoon. It just so happens that Madeline has a day shift. Before leaving for work, Madeline prepared provisions for herself and Pierre first.

"It turns out like this it feels like being a wife." muttered Madeline while chopping onions.

The woman never complained of exhaustion or exhaustion, Madeline enjoyed her role as a wife who served her husband well.

The same thing was done by Pierre, the difference was that the man was more irritable to talk and not much to say.

"Is Pierre still asleep?" Madeline muttered again while cooking broccoli soup for herself and Pierre.

"Pierre," called Madeline in a loud voice, considering that she was currently in the kitchen cooking.

But Pierre did not come to Madeline, so inevitably made Madeline come to the man's room.

Although they had agreed to open their hearts, the two still slept in separate rooms. While convincing their feelings are already linked to each other.

Madeline first turned off the stove, after which she walked towards Pierre's room. The man's room was still closed, making him want to not knock it first. Again and again there is no word from Pierre, to make Madeline go straight inside.

Netra Madeline stared at the bed that Pierre was in. It looks very messy, in addition to some medical journals owned by the man who is still on the floor.

"You can sleep in a messy room like this, Pierre." Madeline grumbled as she tidied up the man's room. Fortunately, both of them still have a lot of time left before they finally leave for work.

Seeing Pierre's room in disarray, Madeline recalled her cousin's second room which had always been like this. Always messy! Raiden is messy with various snacks in his room, while Piero is messy with various photos of his best friend.

"Why do men always like the messy atmosphere of the room," Madeline annoyed as she threw away a few packets of snacks scattered on the floor.

"Oh god! What if you have a child, Pierre. Maybe later your son will play with a collection of garbage in your room," Madeline grumbled unceasingly.

To make himself unconscious, fifteen minutes had passed by, he cleaned up Pierre's messy room. Then the woman approached Pierre's bed and sat down in the corner to wake the man up.

"Pierre's... Wake up, it's noon." said Madeline, shaking the man's body.

But the man did not wake up, making Madeline continue to do the same. Not also wake up, finally Madeline also has an idea that is quite mainstream for him. It woke up by shouting in the man's ear.

"Pierre!! Wake up!! Outside there was a fire." cried Madeline right near Pierre's ear.

Hearing the sound of Madeline's screams made Pierre immediately wake up, or rather immediately move from the bed.

"The fire? Where's?" pierre asked in panic.

Seeing Pierre like that, made Madeline laugh out loud. How not? the man came out of the room not wearing a t-shirt, to show his body.

"The fire is gone, you're late to wake up" Madeline said with a loud laugh. It could be Madeline had such an idea to be able to make Pierre upset.

Seen from the face of the man who seemed to be holding back was annoyed.

"You.." - Pierre. Her deep sleep was disrupted because of Madeline.

Madeline was just indifferent, putting on a face without guilt. After all, who told you that it was noon like this was still sleeping.

"Why? Wanna mad? You see, what time is it, huh?" cecar Madeline while pointing towards the wall clock that was in Pierre's room.

Pierre let out a long sigh, "That's a good thing you're my wife, if the security guards have made sure you'll complain" he said.

Madeline did not comment on Pierre's words, the woman looked at Pierre who was still standing in the doorway.

"Do you want to stay at the door with the condition of not wearing your clothes, huh?" ask Madeline.

Pierre only realized that he was not wearing a shirt. He was not surprised, however, not that men are often like this.

"Indeed why? Are your holy eyes stained because of this?" asked Pierre lightly.

Madeline shook her head, "No! Even I caught my cousin kissing his wife too often" he replied innocently.

Hearing that made Pierre pat his eel, his legs continued to walk closer to Madeline.

"Then?"

"I'm normal."

Pierre brandished two thumbs of his hand towards Madeline, "Good job! After this you have to get used to it, if necessary we can kiss every day" Pierre said.

Both Madeline's netra to the point of breaking into hearing that,"That's indeed you who want to be like that, you saiko man." Madeline's lips as she stuck out her tongue.

That's what Madeline and Pierre were like. Small fights are always a complementary spice for both, it must always be there and will not be forgotten.

"From you on in my room, you better get out of here. I'll be ready to leave later, "push Pierre.

Madeline nodded, "After you're ready, don't forget to go to the dinner table. I've been cooking today" Madeline replied before she finally left Pierre's room.

While Pierre, he stared at Madeline's departure with a hard-to-read look. Madeline was always like that, as if she was tireless.

But if Pierre remembers his last conversation with Daddy Garry, he remembers one thing. If Madeline is trying to make peace with the past and open her heart to it.

Than to think of the endless Madeline. Making Pierre choose to prepare for work, he stepped into the walk in Closet and chose the clothes he would wear today.

While Madeline, the woman chose to chat over the phone with some of her colleagues who were struggling on the operating table. Madeline gave her encouragement and support.

Madeline doesn't have to be ready. After all, now he is ready and just change clothes and do not forget the white coat of pride.

Returning to Pierre, the man had now finished cleaning himself in the bathroom after spending an hour. Towel coiled around Pierre's waist, the man walked into the walk in closet.

As Pierre was wearing clothes, the ringing sound of his cell phone caused the man to stop his activities and take his cell phone on his desk.

*1 illegible message.

To: Nayara Eliza Ludwig

To : Pierre.

Pierre, how are you? Are you busy today? Can we meet, there is something I want to say*.