Siri Sir Doctor's Wife
dr. Raditya Putra Al - Ghifari, Sp.B

"You're 28 years old, Radit! Mama is also old, and wants to take a grandchild away from you."

Radit breathed a tired sigh. Always this discussion is raised if he goes home to his parents. That's why he prefers to live in an apartment. He got the urge to get married from his mother. Past trauma always looms over him.

"Later, Ma. Anyway if I don't get married, I can adopt a child" Radit replied flatly.

Sonia shook her head inexhaustibly. Meanwhile, Ghifari only paid attention to the child and his wife.

"Mama wants a real child, Radit. Not an adopted child" said Sonia upset.

"Just wait, Ma. I'll take my son in front of Mama."

Radit got up from his chair after finishing his dinner. Ah, he suddenly dizzy to hear his mother's speech earlier.

...****...

This morning Radit was tidy and ready to go to the hospital. His steps lightly down the hospital corridor that looked lengthened. Maybe because it was morning. He got into the elevator, and pressed button 3 where his room was.

Netra Radit accidentally caught a folded paper on the floor as she exited the elevator. Radit unfolded the paper, and a frown on his forehead, followed by a thin cut on his lips as he read the paper.

"Mas Radit!"

Radit who daydreamed to remember the events of a few days ago also realized. He turned to Beni-assistant and his driver. After two days off, he returned to work today.

"Have you arrived, sir?" muttered Radit opened the car door.

"Mas Radit daydreamed from earlier" said his assistant.

Radit sniffed indifferently. Get out of the car after telling his assistant to pick him up later. He has not driven a car since the horrific incident 2 years ago. He did not want to remember it, later he told the story.

...****...

Kinar left for the hospital after Radit. Because the man didn't want anyone to know about their series marriage. He was delivered by Mr. Beni. In Kinar's mind he still continues to imagine the hot activities of their bridal night.

"Do-Doctor!"

Kinar held Radit's chest. The breath of both hunted.

"What's wrong?"

Radit stared hard because he was stopped.

"Th-this is the first one for me. Ja-so just slow down," said Kinar terbrata.

Radit still had a flat expression and nodded.

"good. Please don't call me doctor. You can call me anything but don't call me a doctor."

Kinar nodded. Radit resumed his activities.

"Mas!" kinar's moans held his voice as Radit gave wet touches to his neck.

"The light!"

"Geez!"

Kinar was shocked to get a pat on his shoulder. He turned his head and found a questionable gaze from Sister Lina.

"Your face is red! You sick?" ask Sister Lina worriedly.

Kinar shook his head quickly. His face reddened not because of pain, but his mind that melanglang buana is what makes the heat radiate his face.

"So. I'm not sick, sus. It was a little hot in the room," replied Kinar ngasal.

Sister Lina passed by leaving Kinar who was still standing in front of the door of the rose room.

"Ouch! I think he's going over there and on, this dirty brain!" his grunts scratched his non-itchy head.

..........

Kinar turned to the entourage of doctors at the end of the corridor of the ER room. He had just come out of the mushola finished performing the dzuhur prayer. Among the doctors, there was Doctor Radit who somehow happened to meet their gaze a few seconds before the man who cut off eye contact first. Kinar looked down awkwardly. Why does his face feel hot.

"Corn, sister Kinar!"

Kinar developed a thin smile getting greetings from Doctor Ardi - young doctors are also in this hospital in addition to Doctor Radit.

"Eh, doctor's day!" reply Cinar clumsily. Because of Radit, and the 3 middle-aged female doctors noticed her interaction with Doctor Ardi.

"Want lunch together?"

Kontan only offer from Doctor Ardi was tempted by 3 female doctors who stood next to him. Meanwhile, Radit was still flat-faced.

Kinar turned to Radit at a glance, and returned to Doctor Ardi.

"Ehm, sorry Doctor. I promised to have lunch with Sister Lina" Kinar replied completely honestly. She may have eaten alone with another man when his status was already the wife of the person, let alone the man invited her to eat in front of his own husband. Although their marital status was not strong, Kinar had to appreciate it. She must maintain her dignity as a wife.

"Ah, what a pity. Yeah, well, sometime we can eat together, right?" Doctor Ardi did not give up.

Kinar just nodded. Radit walked first followed by 3 female doctors and Dr. Ardi who developed a happy smile.

Kinar stared at the back of Radit who had disappeared in the corner of the corridor.

"Mas Radit's been eating yet, huh?" muttered.

Kinar always brings supplies if he shifts in the morning. He would eat to accompany Sister Lina in the cafeteria and eat her own provisions that she cooked from home. His habit was not lost even though he lived in Radit's apartment. As of this moment, he weighed the fist in his hand, and Radit's room was covered. Did he eat in the cafeteria?

Kinar was so busy with his estimation that he didn't notice when Radit's door opened, and the man walked out of it.

"Gapain you?" tanya Radit flatly looked at Kinar who was standing in front of the door of his room.

Kinar stood clumsy, "uh, has Mas had lunch?"

Radit was silent for a moment. Look at Kinar, and catch the box of supplies in the woman's right hand.

"Not yet."

"I-this I happen to bring two," said Kinar lowered his head. Dare not to clash with sharp netra Doctor Radit.

Radit didn't say. Opening wide the door of his room, and sniffing his chin allowed Kinar to enter. The atmosphere was so quiet when Kinar entered and brought his fist onto the table in Radit's room.

Kinar was about to pass out, but Radit stopped him.

"My company eats. You haven't eaten either, have you?"

Kinaar refused. Afraid that someone might enter the man's room and catch them.

"The door has been I key," said Radit as if he knew what was on Kinar's mind.

Kinar walked over and sat down on the sofa next to Radit. He opened his bag of boxes. This stock box does have 2 levels, like a bushel. He opened the box, thrusting the spoon he had wiped with the tissue he always carried everywhere.

Radit received the supply box given by Kinar. He was very hungry, because this morning hurried to leave so he did not have time to eat breakfast. So a mouthful went into his mouth, Radit had to admit if the cuisine of Kinar was so good and fit on his tongue.

The two people ate quietly without any conversation. Kinar who occasionally glanced at Radit, and was pleased to see the man devour his food. He just keeps his pleasure in his heart.

...Seriate.......