Don't (Blame) Love
SEASON 2 PART 182

Just a few minutes Queen was sitting in her place, a call from an office phone

table rings. Worried that it was an important call, the woman immediately caught it without thinking long.

“Halo, good morning.”

“Good morning, right with assistant Queenza?”

“Iya, I own.”

“Pak Al calls you to go to his room right now,

you are asked to accompany him to a meeting that will start in ten minutes.”

Queen gave a rough sigh, she should have thought even faster

where he works, even if it is about superiors also not far from Al

as long as his father has not returned to the company.

He did not want to leave the room and go back to

al room.

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Diaz looked at her practice schedule, today it was morning practice, so eleven o'clock noon was home, while tomorrow, she was night chiff duty. So, she

will make good use of his time.

“Doctor, there is a girl waiting for you in front

place of registration.” Say one of the nurses when Diaz is about to take

phone to turn on.

“Who, Sus? Is she blonde?” ask Diaz. It

guessing that the one who came was Queen.

“No, Doc. She has long and straight black hair.”

“Good, I will meet him in a moment,” replied the man, calm, calm and full of authority. Diaz hurriedly cleaned up

his stuff, incidentally, it's also time to go home. He intends to go back to Bandung to meet his umikya there.

Out of his practice room, Diaz sees a girl

wearing a loose white T-shirt, but still form the curves of his body, because the material may indeed be flexible, with the stelan jeans ¾ models torn

blue and white sneakers sit with legs crossed.

“Hanifah!”

The girl turned her head gracefully and seemed to hypnotize anyone

who looked at her with a gentle smile, made her look even more beautiful. Really, not like the usual Hanifa. Then, where is Hanifah

always cheerful, noisy and rugged it goes?”

“You're home, Diaz? I have something to talk to you about, though,

lunch outside, yuk!” take the girl. There is no coercion and restraint

in his words, it was very different from what he usually was.

Diaz silently did not reply, however, since last night she did not turn on

his phone, surely Queen has tried to contact him many times. He's worried

if only when he was out eating with Hanifah which also coincides with the clock

break his office, they accidentally meet and Queen accuses him of

nope.

“For a moment, how about in the canteen of this hospital

just?” hanifa. It was as if the woman could read Diaz's heart and mind.

Diaz nodded slowly and said softly, very softly, even

almost can not be heard, “Alright.”

Hanifah smiled gently and gestured with a hand

right for Diaz to walk first, while she tailed behind him.

Arriving at the cafeteria, they just ordered a drink, because

Hanifah said that he can't linger here. Of course it is

also for Diaz who wants to see her Umik soon.

“Pardon my behavior last night huh Diaz. I know I was wrong, though,

because no matter how you've been in a relationship with my sister, I shouldn't be like that. But, I am an ordinary human Diaz, who is unable to forever bear the burden of the pain of love in silence,” said Hanifah, began

open conversation.

“I understand, I also apologize to you, from the beginning I

we loved Queen and now we are living

together.” Diaz lowered her head, her words were also very shrewd. Lucky Hanifah

having good hearing, so, he did not need to ask Diaz to repeat again

his answer.

‘’Ya already, because what I want to say is already me

katakana, and I don't have much time either, because in an hour I have to fly to America, I say yes. Read more about his time, Diaz.” Girl

he stood up and left Diaz, still frozen in her place.

Hanifa slowed her path in the hope that men would

the one he had just met was calling his name, asking himself to stop and

ask why you should go to America suddenly? Temporary or

as long as? But, it seems that hope remains hope, it is almost

out of the large canteen area the man also had no one to call him.

Diaz was fixated on looking at Hanifah who was already far away from her

in his view, the woman's body never seemed to be covered by the man who

the middle of the day was doing activities in the canteen. Whether it's the waitress, or the patient's family

who buy food.

It felt like he wanted to run to stop the girl and ask, why, what and until when

go there, and why all of a sudden? But, that he held up for a reason

afraid that the girl feels cared for and nurtured with a million expectations

actually fake. Because, deep in his heart there is only the name of a Queen.

Hanifah stopped her steps as she arrived at the alley

connecting the canteen, ward and also the exit to the parking lot. That girl

close his eyes while muttering inwardly, “Diaz, come on hurry up, hurry up,

chase me and teach me my steps. We get out of here together, yuk!’’ Sufficiently

he waited a long time and finally opened his eyes and looked back

looking at the man who was still dressed in a white suit typical of a doctor, he seemed to casually enjoy his drink there.

Hanifah smiled and stepped back to the place

where his car is parked while wiping his tears that flow just like that without being asked.

After Diaz finished his drink, with slow steps

he went to the hospital mosque to perform Dzuhur prayer so as not to

hampering his journey to Bndung.

After fulfilling his obligations, the man immediately headed to

parking lots. I can't wait to meet her and

stirring all who have been befallen him at this time while lying in his lap Umiknya, listening to Umikya teach as his hands stroked his head.

Exactly at two o'clock forty minutes, Diaz's car is already

entering his yard. The man spread his gaze towards the gazebo at the

umiknya usual mana teach children around his house it looks lonely, because today is the day

Friday and holidays.

“Assalamualaikum!”

then the door was wide open. “Mas Diaz, are you home? Where's sister Queen? whether

he's coming here?" The girl cheerfully greeted him and let out

half her body to see the yard. He circulated the view throughout the page especially

kea rah Diaz car.

Instead of answering his question, Diaz asked

flip, “Where umik, Mah?”

Fatimah, the nineteen-year-old girl was just

smiling meaningfully, smiling a little wryly to be exact. “Why commute

his face is immediately tangled? And directly nanya umik again? There's a problem, though,

huh uh? Same with sister Queen, yes?”

“Mas not asked to enter this?” diaz said, shifting the topic

the talks.

Fatimah also shifted her body to give access to brother

the only thing that's past. The two sat in the living room, and the girl

giving mineral water to her brother who is already available on the room table

guest.

“In a relationship it is natural, Mas if there is a problem. Let alone the

still dating, who is married sometimes there is also aja maslah. Pend

how do we just respond.’’ Fatimah also began. “That problem, like a handful

salt, Mas. If we mix it with a glass of water, then that water too

it will taste very salty or even bitter. However, if we mix it into

in well water, the salt will not affect the taste and taste

the freshness of the well water. Same goes with the problem, Mom, so our hearts

must be airy and sincerely accept it,’’ said Fatimah at length. Ways

he advised his brother as if he were older. The difference with Diaz

it's five years.

“Basic, if you have advised the older rich

just,” said Diaz while laughing and stroking Fatimah's crown as a taste

proud expression. For, though, in the heart of the man also

justifying his sister's advice.

“Loh, but benr, to? Try to do what I

just now, surely his life Mas will also be calm.’’

“Iya.. Yes, Noticed, yes already advised Mas. Yashoah, yasudah,

mas want to get ready to pray Ashar, while waiting for umik, later we both go to

abah's grave, huh?” Diaz took her backpack to her room.

After the ceremony rutinan Umik Halimah's mothers saw

his son's car was parked in the yard, he was wondering if he was taking it

Queen or not. But, when it has arrived not far from the terrace, susasana house

Seemed to be quiet, it seemed like her son was coming home alone.

Before setting his foot on the terrace floor of his house once

the middle-aged woman opened the cardboard snack she got. He smiled when he saw

there's mud cake in it.

“So, this is the reject of the boy,’’ murmured a

sendri shook his head.

Such is a mother, under any circumstances and until

always remember his son's favorite food. Even though he knows,

if his son must have had no trouble getting a mud cake or anything

his favorite, including the holy soto in the capital there. Especially, at the moment

he was a doctor who served in one of the large hospitals that were there. With the salary he got, obviously he can buy whatever he can get. But, again, her name is mother. No matter it. All he knows, here there is his son's favorite food yes think. Although the child is an adult and married though, they still consider the child yes children who still need to be guided, advised and loved like a baby.

Moreover, Diaz too, so too, whenever any cold

always go home, ask the umiknya with any reason food will be

it feels better if the hands umiknyanyang cook, because on the outside there is not

there are foods that are delicious to match the general cuisine. This made Umik Halimah

love and always think when there are neighbors who love food and

moreover, there is a favorite of his son who does not gather at home.

“Assalamualaikum!”

“Waalaikumssalam,” replied Fatimah and Diaz simultaneously and

they both ran, vying first to grab a hand

his umik right to kiss.

“Diaz, you're home, son? It just so happens that there is a wet cake

your favorite cake is the favorite pancake Fatimah, eaten gih!” say a beak woman

the middle-aged man handed him the small cardboard he got and just go straight

he was shouted with glee by Fatimah.

Umik feels something is wrong with his son, usually if

hear the mud cake immediately cut and eat it after saying

thanks, this is not?’’ He was silent and spoiled like

two-year-old boy.  Because this isn't the

the first time, Umik Halimah just responded by smiling and stroking

son's hair. Umik want to pray Ahsar first, yes?”

The guess of umik is getting stronger when Diaz does not approach his sister

I was enjoying a wet cake. Instead of following him

who want to prepare for prayer.

After performing the Ashar prayer service, Diaz kissed again

the back of his right hand was generally three times, he even fell on his lap

umikmnya when his umikmah was in a diarrhea and read al-Waqiah's letter.

This is common when it is faced with

problem, the run is always to umiknya, menghatkan all that is in the contents

his heart and not infrequently also until he fell asleep in the lap of his umiknya, although

he realized now that he was no longer a child, but, that habit was already

it is embedded in him and difficult to remove. After writing and teaching,

Umik, Diaz and also Fatimah went to eat their brother sent belau and also

his late grandfather and grandmother from his deceased brother.

Actually Umik Halimah is a central Javanese person to be exact

salatiga area, Solo. Therefore, Fatimah called Diaz with the call of Mas,

not Aak or Abang like West Java people in general, because

they tend to be thick in their Javanese customs.

Their late Abah was a Sundanese. Original Bandung. And this place they live in is the relic of their late Abah.