Married Sugar Daddy
Meet Doctor Mahen

"Slow down!"

Brian supported the wife, held her waist with both hands and let Byan rest on both feet, while Byan, the girl held on to the husband's neck.

"Is Ammar the same Ameera doesn't come, dear?"

Brian shook his head. "No, today they're off to visit you, you should start therapy, tomorrow I'll send them here."

Byan nodded his head. He realized, it was not good for his children to keep going back and forth the hospital, now Byan must try harder so that he can go home and he will meet the prince and his daughter.

During this week, he noticed a lot of people's changes, even small things did not escape from sight, everyone's appearance had changed, and everyone's appearance had changed, Bima who used to be very calm and quiet is now more talkative even though only with his son, but Aldi, Byan has not seen any change from that person. Whether he is older or still as he was.

It felt that Byan had to get back to know them from the beginning, although it would not be as difficult as it used to be, but this process was very important for him so that he did not look forward when gathering with them.

"Shhhhhhh!"

Byan hissed when he felt his waist like it was pinched and in pain. Brian hurriedly stepped aside, helping Byan to sit on the waiting chair that was in the hallway.

"Is it still sick?" ask Brian.

"Hmmm. It hurts so much, it hurts more than when I received the anesthesia."

Brian rubbed his wife's waist gently, occasionally he kissed the corner of his wife's lips also peed the wife's temple that had issued a sweat. Byan smiled, the pain was already slightly lessened if he got this kind of treatment from Brian, suddenly his eyes started to heat up, he said, Byan could not imagine how lonely Brian was as well as desperate as he just lay helpless.

"Of!"

"Yes dear ... Why, is it getting sicker?"

Byan shook his head. He pulled Brian's hand and shifted his body though with great difficulty. Brian who saw it was a little sore, his hand was outstretched to help his wife, but the woman raised her hand telling Brian not to move.

After sitting comfortably, Byan looked at Brian with a deep gaze, his hands caressing Brian's face gently, Brian touching the back of Byan's hand that was still stuck to his cheek, which was still on his cheek, hold that hand to keep it from moving and start closing your eyes.

Her heart was beating like she was falling in love for the first time. Indeed, this was a very rare moment for him, where they could deep talk without getting any interference from his little boys or from their family and friends.

"Om, from now on, is it okay if Byan loves Om more?"

Brian opened his eyes hearing Byan's rather strange question for him. "Why ask like that?"

Brian lowered Byan's hand into his lap, grabbed it and rubbed it with his other hand.

The woman just smiled, she tried to get closer to the face of the husband but in fact it was difficult. The sensitive Brian immediately lowered his head. A kiss landed on his lips.

"For so long, Om has expressed the love Om has for Byan, from now on, let Byan express all the love that Byan has for Om. Byan will learn to be a good wife, Byan will start to learn to cook, Byan will bel ....

Byan immediately fell silent when Brian's lips silenced his lips gently, initially their lips just stuck together, but increasingly, when Byan began to open his lips, Brian me ***** the lips were full of caution, as if understanding if the wife was undergoing a period of recovery, Brian also re-started his touch from the most basic level. He did not realize that his actions now even awakened something that had long been buried in the wife.

His mischievous hands began to slip under the clothes of the patient that Byan was wearing. Byan's body trembled violently receiving a warm touch from her husband's palm. Her breathing grew increasingly roaring, Byan grew more agitated as her husband's hand began to rub his back.

"Ekhemmmm!"

Byan reflexively opened her eyes, she pushed her husband's head that was peeping and sucked his neck gently.

"Doctor Mahen!"

Brian pulled his head and looked back, his deft hands tidying up the clothes his wife was wearing.

"So this is called therapy!" doctor Mahen satirically stands in front of Brian and Byan. The woman gasped, she rubbed her lips in fear if there were any remnants of salivary left. While Brian, he only shot his shoulder indifferently, twisting his body so that he could deal with the bully who was his own best friend.

"Bri, it's not wrong if you want to make out, but wait until Byan gets out of this hospital first. You know, there were some nurses who saw you guys, good thing I immediately told them to leave."

"But you saw it too, right?"

Mahen scratched his non-itchy nape. "Thank you for learning, you can practice at home."

"Cih, you're the same. I'm surprised by the head of this hospital, I've asked him to pay for this floor as long as my wife does her recovery, but what, she won't accept my request. So rich."

Byan and Mahen glared at Brian. Oh my God, one room VVIP only how much the price/night, especially if one floor, he accused the head of the hospital pretentious rich, even though he himself was not aware that he was boasting.

"That kayak pretender is you Bro, I know you love your wife so much, she's worth more than a limited edition item, but not that time either. You've acquired this hospital."

Byan smiled at Mahen's and her husband's jokes, seeing Brian blabbering with such confidence made Byan very happy. Indeed Brian never intended to brag anything he had, but if it was on the fishing line, his mouth is more lemes than the mouths of socialite mothers who boast of their property.

"Here you go, next time I think, what are you doing here? Are there heart disease patients?" ask Brian.

Mahen nodded steadily. He exhaled a rough breath before speaking. "There was a patient who had a sudden heart attack because of a history of hypertension that he had. But I was so sorry, while in the hospital, he was alone, alone, with his personal assistant."

"He's rich but he doesn't have anyone. Lucky for him if he still has an assistant."

"Heum, being rich doesn't guarantee that we're happy, I'm grateful that you have a family now. If you're still the same as you used to be, I don't think your fate will be as distant as that old man."

Brian smiled, glanced at his wife and peeked at her forehead. "This boy, this boy is the reason why I want to change for the better."

"Doctor! ... Doctor! ... Doctor Mahen!"

A nurse ran towards Mahen, Brian and Byan.

"Doctor, Mr. Anthony, Mr. Anthony Convulsion!"

The To Be Continued.