My best friend, Maduku
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A couple of newlyweds who still never show the proper attitude of a married person. Affin is still very fond of judging Fyzha and Fyzha who immediately angry big if Affin has started acting.

Their relationship is quite unique, indeed. Often experiencing a dispute that sometimes even issued a flagship style that is equally qualified until it is finished if one of them loses. Because no one wants to give up.

Although he always did not get along, but Affin never left his obligations as a husband. He always took time for his wife if Fyzha wanted to travel.

Well, Affin should have told his family's private driver, right?, so he didn't bother too much. And Affin doesn't want to be like that. He wanted to be closer to his wife even though the beginning of their marriage there was no love in the hearts of the two.

Affin just wants to try to keep his family from making them separate. But unfortunately the effort was only done by Affin himself because Fyzha seemed reluctant to try to open the door of his heart to Affin.

Ahead of Nareena and Aly's wedding, Affin and Fyzha agree to buy something to make a gift later.

"Have ?."

"Yes." Yeah."

"All right, let's go home ?!."

Fyzha just got back to her desk after she finished the toilet, and why her annoying husband was tugging at her hand.

"Hey what's wrong?, my hand hurts, ehh !."

"Not to be noisy." Affin said as if he had no feelings.

It was clear that Fyzha's hands were a little sore because they were pulled very tight.

"Actually where are you taking me ?!." Fyzha ignored his hand and chose to stare fiercely at Affin's face.

"To the hospital."

Fyzha was instantly enraged, and with a single powerful jolt his hand was already easily freed just like that.

Affin screamed loudly when he felt his hand twisting strongly due to Fyzha's movements.

"Hey, what are you doing ?!." Affin's thrust while shaking his hand which still feels very painful. Maybe if the one who did that wasn't a Fyzha, Affin wouldn't get the pain.

Fyzha stared fiercely. "I told you from earlier, my hand hurts you pull like that. So it's even, right ?." He grinned at the victory.

"If only you,..."

"You what?!, Hahh ?!." Fyzha is getting more challenging.

Affin snorted irritatedly with his heavy breathing. It's always like this. Her one-month marriage to Fyzha was never as romantic as the one she had seen with other couples.

"Not so." He finally did not want to prolong the debate.

"So then why are you tugging at my hand?, Is there anything important in your hospital?." Ask Fyzha then.

"There were successive accidents and many victims were rushed to the hospital, I have to get there now."

Fyzha. If Affin had said it earlier, he probably wouldn't have been so angry.

"Well, let's go to the hospital ?!." Now it was Fyzha's turn to pull Affin's hand that made the owner grimace in pain. "Hey don't pull, my hand hurts."

Fyzha immediately let go of Affin's hand. "Oh, sorry." Fyzha felt guilty.

Affin shook his hand because it hurt more because of his wife's actions.

Fyzha extended his hand again. "Here's his hand." He said because he wanted to help.

"You want what ?." Affin squinted his eyes looking fearfully at his wife who was very bar-bar.

"Old." Fyzha forcibly pulled Affin's hand and once again he knocked Affin's hand even harder this time.

"Aww !!." Affin reflex yells as loud as possible at his wife's actions.

Some visitors who were also shopping at the mall were staring strangely at Affin and Fyzha. Affin looked at his own hands with a very sad look.

"So it might be a sprain." Fyzha releases Affin's hand again. "Try to be moved." He said again giving orders.

Affin complied and began to move his wrist. And sure enough, the pain had gone perfectly insane and had even improved greatly.

"It hurts ?." Fyzha asked, looking closely at her husband's face. He was a little worried but did not show it in front of Affin.

"No."

"Thank God, then we go straight to the hospital." Fyzha again stepped in front of Affin.

"Yes, thank you, miss."

Fyzha reflex stopped again and looked back. Apparently Affin walked very slowly because he was focusing on seeing his hand that was no longer sick.

Fyzha continued to stare at Affin's face until they got closer and closer...

bughh

Affin crashed into the body of Fyzha who was standing in front of him but he did not see it.

Fyzha widened in shock because Affin's lips touched his lips right when he almost staggered back but did not happen because Affin first caught his body. Fyzha immediately regained his senses and immediately distanced himself from Affin with a few steps back.

"Its unintentional, I swear." Affin replied so that now the two stared at each other deeply.

"Whatever." Fyzha turned her body and stepped back.

Affin stepped in and aligned his footsteps with Fyzha's. "Why did you stop walking and turn around again?." Affin spoke but did not glance at Fyzha.

"I'm worried about your call to me." Fyzha told the truth because he was not happy if Affin continued to call her Miss. It reminds him of when he was committing a big sin with Affin, because at that time Affin called her a miss.

Affin. "Why?, don't I always call you that name ?." Ask Affan.

"I don't like it."

"Hem, okay. Then I'll call you dear."

Fyzha was a little flinched at hearing the new designation for her. I wanted to comment again but he was not in the mood.

After putting all the groceries in the trunk of the car, the two began to enter his car and soon after Affin's car quickly drove to the hospital.

"Fi."

"Yes, baby ?."

Affin is indeed the smartest to make Fyzha rise in blood.

"That call just makes me feel uncomfortable." Said insinuating.

Affin glanced at her with an extremely sharp look in his eyes. Then back to his driving focus.

"Whatever. I will not change it again, for I will call you by that name at any time." Affin refused firmly.

Fyzha snorted in annoyance. "It's up to you." Decak's pouting.

"Hm."

The two of them were silent in the car.

A few minutes later, Affin's car arrived at the hospital's owner's parking lot.

Affin got out of the car and approached Fyzha who was also out. He held his wife's hand as he walked in.

Fyzha was shocked but saw around him he finally did not rebel, after all Affin also held his hands not too tight even though his footsteps were very rushed.

They arrived at Affin's private room and Affin immediately changed his clothes with his medical clothes as well as some of the usual medical tools he always wore.

Fyzha notices Affin's busyness which makes him uncomfortable. "Why do you have to intervene?, isn't this your hospital ?." Fyzha asked, making an assumption in her head.

"It's Sunday, and the doctor who's supposed to be practicing today is having a hitch so I'll take his place." Affin replied but he remained at his own busyness.

"Can't it be replaced by other doctors?, here are many doctors, right ?."

I don't know why the question given by Fyzha was a little disturbing his heart. Affin approached his wife who was sitting on the sofa. He looked at his wife's face.

"As long as I can still handle it myself, it's better than having to take away the doctor's company here who might be on vacation with his family." Affin said with his calm face.

"Then what about yourself?, you are also on vacation with your wife ?."

Very surprising. Affin did not expect that Fyzha would say those words. He was like he was in a fresh wind.

Does that mean Fyzha is taking a job because Affin prefers his job over spending his weekends with Fyzha ?.

I don't know, because the one who knows the answer is Fyzha himself and the Almighty.

"I live first?, If you are bored you can go to the cafeteria or go home. Later ask to be picked up by the driver of the house." Affin rubbed his wife's cheek gently.

"Are you going to be long ?."

"don't know. I'm out, assalamualaikum." Before stepping to the exit, Affin briefly dyed the top of his wife's head that was being covered by her hijab.

Fyzha. This was the first time Affin had been gentle with her and somehow Fyzha also seemed to follow her path.

"Getishalight."

Affin again closed the door of his room by leaving Fyzha who was inside.

Affin's passing after a few minutes had made Fyzha bored. He stood up and was interested to look around the interior of the room.

All items that seem important in neatly arranged in the closet shelf. Fyzha continued to step while his eyes were exploring until he saw a door in the corner of the room.

Slowly Fyzha's hand pushed the door wide open and displayed a room like a room with a medium-sized bed, wardrobe, accessories rack, dressing table and bathroom. It's like a room in your own home.

Fyzha's eyes looked at every corner of the room and then he sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Quite comfortable." Fyzha threw his body onto the soft island.

Fyzha looked at the ceiling of the room which was painted blue bright sky and then switched again on a picture frame attached to the wall of his room.