AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 225. TWO STORIES BEGIN

Not felt, two months passed.

Tazkiya is busy preparing for his first grandchild's thanks. Soetta the arrival of one handsome doctor who stuttered the earth Nusantara.

Men with after a casual suit brown nut, combined with a famous brand black sneaker. Sunglasses perched on his erect nose line.

The hair a little urination just did not menapkan good looks of an Andre Bagasfa who had just boarding.

This afternoon he will immediately enter work to complete the ranks of outstanding doctors. Taking the vacant seat position of deputy manager of the public relations division at an elite Hospital in the Cipayung area.

The internist doctor then left the Airport, asking the driver to take him to a beautiful restaurant and set his mood back before setting foot in his new workplace.

"We go to Triple R Yes Doc, there cozy if this hour is not crowded with visitors. Adem anyway," said the driver.

"OK, my apartment is around the hospital, right sir?" ask Andre.

"Rubber, Doctor. After this, we go to the apartment first then I'll wait for you, escort you to the hospital ... The director gives the car keys as your facility, during the meeting later," explained the driver.

Andre just followed everything the man in front of him said. After an hour's drive from the airport. Put it in the cafe.

"Good morning, please, sir," said waitress as Andre reached for the door handle.

"I ordered a favorite menu here, as well as snack middle yes, meaning enough calories," pinta Andre when waitress handed the menu card.

"Okay, is there more?"

"Hm, no, that's it," replies Andre.

After the waitress left, he scanned the surroundings. Admired for the interior and layout of all the ornaments.

"It's really can-tik," murmured Andre. The netraannya catch the figure of ayu nan graceful entering the cafe room.

"Who did you look like? it feels familiar," said Andre.

Renata who had just arrived, feeling that someone was watching him, Andre immediately turned his face, reaching for the magazine on the table. It's unethical to find out about other people's business.

"Raiden, No. Don't, disturb," a woman scolds as Raiden begins to disturb visitors' toddlers.

"Ray, come on. Follow onty only," invite Dwi who appeared from behind the cashier's desk.

"Onty, we're going to Papa. Raiden wants to pray for Papa, Rai kangen. Can't see Papa because Papa's already in heaven" whined Raiden that morning.

"Mba?"

"Bring her Rose, since last night she's been fussy. Maybe miss Derens," said Renata rubbed the head of her son who hugged Dwiana tightly.

Andre watched the two women's conversation from the tail of his eyes, partially covered by the fashion magazines he read. The quiet atmosphere of the cafe makes it easier for him to hear clearly the conversation that occurred, not far from where he sat.

"Oh, single mom. Cool, Self."

"Ok hotshot, we'll go visit Papa, yuk."

Deghs.

"The voice?"

Andre sharpened his vision when the figure of a woman holding a small hand of a boy went out of the cafe.

"Eh, but .. she was very tomboyish and the girl was, feminine as well her voice was softer," Andre murmured to coincide when the order came to her desk.

"Please, enjoy yourself," said waitress.

The young doctor who was already half-hungry immediately grabbed the dish before him. The driver accompanied him to a meal at Brunch Time.

After the dishes are finished. Andre sends a message to Rayyan, intending to inform him that he has been in Indonesia again.

Also want to invite him to hang out, in this cafe after working hours later. Still admiring the nuances. Andre closed for a moment, he dissolved in the comfort that was offered.

"Excuse me, immune booster for you who look tired. Special from us, hopefully can raise the mood again," said Renata usher in a mini tumbler of soda with the aroma of mint, lemon slice and green due to melon syrup used.

"I didn't order this, sorry," Andre refused.

"Just for Free," Renata retorted leaving her visitor's seat.

Andre rubbed his heavy eyelids. Grabbing a mini glass in front of him that looks tempting.

"Well, really a booster. Thanks, Beautiful," she wrote with a smile that expanded meaningfully, for a woman who had just approached.

...***...

The next morning, as planned the night before.

Dwiana had been at Naya's residence after breakfast. He passed Mahen in the basement.

"Alright, Dwi, my wife is waiting. Maira had just gone to sleep" Mahen said as he headed to his car.

The girl who was getting prettier with such a significant change went up to the tenth floor.

His arrival has been awaited by the Madam of the house.

"My lovely wife, My only Naya, My love, My Mine ... Always love you, just for relax, for My Honey, Maira's Mother and Adek Maira," Dwiana read the inscription on the door leaf.

"Sister, funny is very Mas Mahen," continued Dwi.

"That's how it is and he's a gift to me. Enter Dwi," Naya opened the door slowly.

A small room with white paint. There was only a long table in the corner of the room. On top of it is a therapeutic aroma device, a diffuser is also a small speaker.

"For healing, the aroma of relaxation therapy and murottal if I'm lazy to say," Naya said.

"Wudhu was Dwi then we started."

After a while has passed. Both women perform sunnah hajat (or duha, may). Still wearing mukena, sitting on the prayer mat.

"Butterfly hug's. Put both hands against the chest. Then take a deep breath and follow me...."

"Al fatiha binniati .. khifdhiidhohiri .. wal bathini .. wannafsiih wal giga wal auladi wal maali waddaini ... waddunya wa illa hadrotinnabi Musthofa Sayyidina Muhammadin Shallallahu alaihi wa aalhi wa sallam ... Al Fatihah's."

Naya guided the ruqyah independently, awarding the fatihah to himself continued Al Baqarah, five initial verses, the seat verse also three final verses, three qul, al insyiroh then sayyidul istighfar.

"Don't be held if you want to cry Dwi, God is touching your qolbum" said Naya.

An hour more both spent together.

"So, the name is ruqyah mandiri, meditation ala me, hajat or duha prayer routine every morning. Try it, hopefully you can be a lot calmer. Enjoy the sustenance of God, thank you, alms the joints of the body .. give thanks and let go of the things that make you sick."

"Tomorrow, will you come to Mba Aish? may your heart be ready to meet all your friends and around who are still connected to the past...."

Dwiana digested all the life teachings of Naya. He was also more excited to live his new life.

Naya holds Dwi before allowing the girl a farewell that is getting better and better.

"Alhamdulillah, soon to Dwi, release...."

...***...

Afternoon, after the service.

The two handsome young doctors entered the cafe that Andre was referring to.

"Gue was here, but last night. Just want to close. Mama submitted a proposal for cooperation but there is no answer even though it has been one month. Coincidentally, I will ask the owner directly," said Rayyan as he sat at the right corner of the room.

"Cool, especially those who have. Beautiful," replied Andre.

While chatting with friends. Rayyan's phone rang. He read the message slowly.

"Tomorrow was invited to Tazkiya ba'da Ashar, thanks to the invitation" Rayyan said.

"Where?"

"Pondok pesantren, would you like to come? yuk, I know the ranks of super good people and sholeh," asked Rayyan.

"Can?" ask Andre.

"I'm Mas Amir's permission first" he added pausing the chat. Andre headed to the restroom.

"Mba has to come, Rose? afternoon huh? Where is Tazkiya?. oh Ok," Renata's voice in front of the cashier as Andre flashed past.

Tazkiyas? same with Rayyan? do they both know each other, really?

When Andre returns, Rayyan prepares to leave.

"Dre, pick me up tomorrow at the RSPP, we'll take your car with you. Mas Amir said you can invite friends all I want, fix you come. I go first, thanks for the treat" said Rayyan in a hurry.

Andre still linger at the cafe until late afternoon. Because the atmosphere began to crowded, he was no longer able to enjoy solitude.

The man with a masculine appearance despite looking tired was out of the cafe, heading for the car park.

Right after his service vehicle entered the queue towards the exit, Andre saw someone in his car.

"Russia ... Dwiana.." exclaimed Andre from inside the car.

Thiins. Thiins. Thiins.

The sound of horn, noise from the car behind him forced Andre forward the vehicle to leave the location.

"Sh-it!" He turned the road, intending to return to the cafe.

Darling, painstakingly penetrated the traffic despite just turning the direction. The girl he was looking for disappeared.

"Ah, stupid me!" annoyed Andre venting by restoring his neat hair.

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