Mr Love Love
Hospital

My chest is pounding so fast, I'm happy. So happy that I can't stop smiling.

Honey... You should go to the hospital. Fatimah's sister-in-law gave birth.

Your niece is a boy. Congratulations to you.

I can't call, if I hear your beautiful voice, I'm afraid I can't focus on working because I miss you.

You have to come quickly. I'm waiting for you. I love you!!! ❤❤❤

Mas Araf closed his short message with three images of the heart as a form of his love feelings. I'm flattered, and I feel happy.

"Hm! Where are all these cabs? Why is no one passing by. Are they in the earth?" I grumbled while standing in front of the campus gate.

"I should have accepted Adel and Kristi's offer to go in her car. You're really stupid Sabina. You're really stupid. Tomorrow you'll have to bring your own car." My babble in a soft tone of voice. This time I snorted in annoyance, condemning my stupidity while staring intently at the crowded highway by private vehicles.

Tin.tin.Tinz.

I'm appalled. So shocked that my hands shook. I feel like cursing a figure that has no feeling that dares to surprise me with the horn of his car.

"Sabinas... What are you doing here? Aren't you going home?"

"Ma-mas Ikmal? Mmm no. Aaahhh no, I mean yes!" I said nervously while squeezing my fingers. I don't know what I'm thinking until I feel uncomfortable.

"Where's your car?"

"I didn't bring a car, Mas!"

"Are you waiting for an invitation? Where's your husband?"

"Mas Araf is still in the hospital, I'm waiting for a cab."

"What's? A cab?"

Mas Ikmal's surprised face seemed to explain that he did not believe what he heard.

"Yes, Mas. I'm waiting for a taxi. I have to go to the hospital, Fatimah gave birth. If you look at the face of Mas Ikmal, I'm sure Mas Ikmal already knows, don't you think?"

"Yes, you're right. I already know. My brother called and asked me to go to the hospital. Mas Alan is still in the boarding school, he said pick Fazila up. If you want you can go with me. How's it?" Mas Ikmal asked in a cautious manner, he was afraid that I misunderstood.

"Thank you, I'd better go by taxi. Fear of being slanderous." I said quickly while cupping both hands in front of the chest so that Mas Ikmal would not be offended.

"You're not gonna get a cab. Today, all taxi drivers are on strike. They do that as a form of protest."

"What's? Mas Ikmal sure?" I asked in disbelief, my net was perfectly rounded.

"Yes, I'm sure. You can see the news from your phone. You don't have to be afraid of me, I won't eat you. You can sit in the back seat." Mas Ikmal said with a faint smile.

"I ask you to sit in the back, not because in the front seat there is already someone who has. I did it for the good of both of us. I don't want your husband to misunderstand." Connect Mas Ikmal again.

Honestly, hearing Mas Ikmal say I feel comfortable. I never even thought about sitting in the back seat, if it was like this there was no reason for me to refuse anymore.

During the journey I could only be silent, I did not have the guts to start a conversation. I was not that close to Mas Ikmal until I had to take him for a casual conversation. I know my limits too.

"I'm sure you must be surprised to see me suddenly appear in front of your class as the new Professor." Said Mas Ikmal in the middle of his busy driving. The car we were riding was walking slowly and then stopped at a red light.

"D-yes. I'm surprised." My reply was brief.

"Why didn't Mas Ikmal tell you before? I mean at Alan's house back then!" Just keep me on again.

"Good Mas Ikmal did not reject it. Every school and college needs a teaching figure like Mas Ikmal.

And I'm sorry, about my friends. They are a little strange, but their hearts are kind. I really didn't think the girls in my class were fighting Mas Ikmal without the slightest fear." I said as I looked forward, towards the steering wheel.

"It's okay. I've already gone through all that compared to you. Youth is beautiful, and it all depends on how we want to live it."

Hearing Mas Ikmal's words I could only nod slowly, I agreed with his words about youth is indeed a very beautiful time. A second later we went back into silence, listening to the Murottal Qur'an that Mas Ikmal turned, at least able to relieve my tension.

...***...

"Ma. Pa. Assalamu'alaikum." As soon as I got to the hospital, I walked up to Mama and Papa and then hugged them with a bad feeling. Two weeks of not seeing each other made me feel an overwhelming longing, thankfully my longing was treatable, all thanks to my little niece who had just come to this world.

"Sister, how are you?" I clasped Fatimah's fingers without removing the smile from my thin lips.

"Good alhamdulillah, deck. You yourself how are you? Mama said you haven't been here in two weeks, is there a problem?" Brother Fatimah asked as she hugged the adorable Baby.

"Alhamdulillah, my news is good too, brother. The two weeks of campus activities have been busy. A lot of Tasks from the Lecturer, and it overwhelmed me a little. Thankfully I have a smart and understanding husband." Reply to me while touching Baby's adorable face.

"Where is Fazila, brother? Has he not come yet? I think he's looking forward to the time his sister comes!"

"Yes, you're right. Fazila was looking forward to her sister's presence. Earlier this morning before your sister left for the office, she said she was going to meet Fazila at the boarding school.

The doctor estimates I will give birth next week, it turns out that the baby sister also misses her brother so much that she can't wait to get out. Your brother and Fazila are still on the road, they'll be there soon." Said Brother Fatimah while improving his sitting position.

"Can I carry it? He's very handsome. His nose looks like Alan's nose." Hearing my words, Fatimah can only blush in shame.

"You can carry it. You deserve that because you're her pretty aunt." Reply Brother Fatimah without removing his gaze from my shady netra. We both smile happily welcoming the arrival of the adorable Baby.

...***...

Meanwhile, in a different place, I was standing on the balcony of my office, staring down or rather staring into the parking area, hoping my Angel would come soon. Three hours have passed since I gave him the news, I don't know where he is.

"It's because of that terrible Amri, why he kept asking for time off, just look I'll definitely fire him." My grumpy while putting coffee on the table.

My handsome face instantly carved out a smile as soon as I saw him coming down from the car. I was so happy I couldn't speak. I want to run towards her, hug her and tell the world that the most beautiful woman in the universe is mine, only mine!

Glekkk!

I immediately swallowed the saliva as soon as I saw the figure that came with it. I didn't like it, seeing that figure made me want to clench my hands and punch him in the face. But wait a minute, not a handsome pretentious face, he was indeed really handsome.

Piss off!

That one word now filled my chest cavity, the figure that I had been waiting for her presence ever since made me feel afraid. I'm so afraid she's close to someone other than me. Am I jealous? Well, that's the truth.

Honey... I'm waiting for you in my office!

Come over! I miss you very, very much!

I asked someone to pick you up!

I returned to send a short message to Sabina because I did not want to meet with a stray Arab, I mean Ikmal.

I'm sure the Angel of Heaven must have read my message, my irritation as if evaporating into space and everything just remains a story. Now there is only a feeling of happiness. I am happy to await his arrival.

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