Protective Physician
Nyari Jodoh's

It's twelve o'clock at night. I lay myself back in bed. My eyes are too sleepy. But just about to close his eyes, suddenly Dance came back screaming.

"Ris .. have a look at this. It seems to fit you." Dance showed me her phone. Since coming home from the mall he was busy creating an account for me on the dating search platform. I don't know how many accounts are considered suitable for Tari.

Dari was determined to find a mate, rich man for me in order to bear the cost of my life later.

"Udahlah Ri, I don't want to follow what is like. If you want, you're the only one who lists yourself." I brushed aside Hp Tari.

"Coh me. I don't need the funding support. I even support my mother and sisters."

"Ri, you're really angry when Fian keeps undermining me about the funds. You said he made me a dairy cow. So now you want to do the same thing to someone else? No, I don't want to even though I really need to. It's the same as swallowing saliva that has been spat on. I don't want to marry someone just so he wants to pay for my living expenses later. I don't want Ri, I still have my pride!"

"Yes too, Ris. I'm sorry I gave you a bad idea. I just got Fian's fishing rod. Lagari nyari on a date platform like this is also usually risky. Logic alone, where there are rich people who toys like that, they usually run in their circle. Aye right?"

"Yes. Mending now we sleep. I really was sleepy. We have to go to the hospital tomorrow, right?"

Dance immediately returned to her room, while I was still constantly thinking about my next life.

"What should I do?" I whispered to myself.

"Oh yeah, that guy. How could I forget him. I have to do what he says!" I got back up from sleep, and was about to get out, but realized it was too late now.

"He said, don't rely on humans. But to God!" i smile. "Yes right, my mother in the home also said the same thing so that I did not depend on humans. I need to be patient. I'm not giving up!" I said.

Tonight, in the silence of the night, after a long absence, I returned again, to my creator Rabb, asking for his forgiveness, pleading for His pleasure.

***

At four o'clock after thirty minutes, a hard battery woke up on the prayer mat, then immediately walked out of the room. Taking ablution, then Fajr prayer.

"Ahhh it feels very comfortable" I said, after praying with tears.

All this time he had no friends to talk to. With Dance is just that because Dance is just as busy as me. Dari has dependents, mother and three younger siblings in the village. They need more money, so as the firstborn who doubles the backbone of the family, he works hard. Just like me, not only as a factory worker, but also looking for extras in free time. What we do, as long as it is halal. So when we go home from work, we don't have time to talk to each other anymore. Sleep, that's all we need to get fitt back to work the next day.

I just finished teaching, suddenly from the window, Dari looked in disbelief because I who usually wake up a little afternoon can now wake up early.

"What makes you get up early?" tanya Dance.

"I was praying at dawn, so wake up early" I said.

"Ka.u salad? Teaching too?"

"Yes, why?" I understand why Dance is such a wonder. The days we never did it because we were too tired with work. Go in the morning, go home in the afternoon or Maghrib, sometimes even late at night if you are overtime.

"No. No. No." Dance laughed chuckling.

I've dari look at each other. We both think. Chasing the world is exhausting, why forget the afterlife.

Life in Jakarta is hard. Especially if we just need to be ordinary but become the backbone of the family, we can be sure there is no day to have fun.

"Where do you get motivation? Is it because of your pain? Ris, I'm glad you're getting better, but I don't like it when you get discouraged as if you're going to die tomorrow. Rissa, that age nobody knows. Could have been the first Fian, right?" word Dance.

"Lho, why bring him all?" my many.

"Because it's good that it is. If you do not die first, pity the next potential victim, except the auntie. I don't care because he's a song! many cannot stand it!" word Dance.

"Who said I was discouraged? I just remembered someone's words."

"Who?" Dance approached, he was curious about someone I meant.

"Name doctor Pratama."

"Like the name of the owner of the company where we work only. Is he the doctor who handles your problems?"

"No, I met him at the rooftop."

"Rooftop? Why is he there? What are you doing to rooftop?"

I grin. Trying to cover up, but Tari managed to close my problem.

"Rissa, answer my question!" word Dance.

"I was going to kill myself, but it wasn't because it was prevented by him." I forced a smile.

"Astagfirullah, Rissa. It's weird that you, who's suicidal, should be grateful to be separated from him!"

"Have it, now that I've come to my senses, it's thanks to his words." I smiled. And promise me that will never happen again. I will try to stay even though I am tired.

"Hmm, it seems to work for you. Is this a sign that you've moved on from that parasitic man?"

"Iiihhh, what's the talk. Like maybe I could hope for him. He's a doctor and it doesn't seem like a random person."

"Oh yeah?"

"Ahhh. What are you talking about? Don't tease me. After all, it can't be, I'm just a sick orphan girl. While he was a doctor.".

"Nothing is impossible Ris? I hope you guys are being paired.".

"What?" I shook my head, even though her cheeks were meeting red, imagining what Dari said. "Aghhh no. You should know yourself Rissa!" rissa chuckled to herself.