The Doctor's Second Wife
The absurd beakbaya man

From Cafe We went straight to the hospital, Sarah and Amar were also on their way, they had finished their business in the campus.

From a distance I saw Amar and Sarah standing in front of Nadira's nursery, Amar hugged her sister while stroking her back gently, I accelerated my steps following the doctor Damar who had run there. My mind began to focus on all the worst possibilities that came to my mind.

"Amar, Sarah... What's wrong, then,?" ask Dr. Damar to his two children.

"So mom had a seizure Well," Damar replied.

"Dad, Sarah is afraid well.mother looks very sick," said Sarah interrupted by sobs.

"You wait here, I come in first," Doctor Damar went into Nadira's ward.

I stepped up and stroked Sarah's back, not feeling my tears coming to see Sarah sobbing.

"Amar, Sarah.we sit there well," take me to the two children.

"Tante Akira.mom, mother." Sarah broke her arms from Amar and turned to me.

"Relax baby, we pray for the same mother - same well," I grabbed Sarah's tiny body, I rubbed her head gently.

"Let's go..We go to the mother's prayer musholla, trust the doctor to deal with the mother first," The three of us walked side by side to the hospital mosholla, after ablution we performed the congregational sunnah prayer, Amar imitated us.

At the end of the prayer We prayed fervently, accompanied by sobs we asked the Most Merciful to restore the health of Miss Nadira.

I feel de Javu, the incident four years ago as repeated, at that time ba'dha ashar when my late husband was struggling in his critical period, I raised my hand to ask for his recovery, but it turns out that God wills another, he said, I rubbed my face, my cheeks wet with tears, I glanced at Sarah beside me .

"Patience, dear" I said and grabbed him in my arms, channeling all my sincerity to him.

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The three of us stood with tense faces in front of a room with glass doors tightly shut, several nurses and doctors were seen rushing in,

"How did my mother doc" asked Amar to one of the doctors who passed by us.

"Remain to him, Amar.. We will try our best" he said and passed into the room.

For almost an hour we waited with a troubled heart, I chose to sit on my lap long by hugging Sarah who was endlessly crying, I said, while Amar pacing - mandir in front of the door that says ICU (Intensive Care Unit ) it.

"How's Mom doing, Dad,?" asked Amar with a panicked face.

"We talked there," the doctor Damar pulled the hands of his two children, while I stood sculpting, wanting to come along but hesitating, the doctor Damar did not invite me, even glancing not only. Maybe they'll talk about something confidential, just for the family, while I'm not part of their family. I chose to put my body back on the long bench where Sarah and I had been.

My thoughts drifted, Madam Nadira and Dr. Damar were not my family, nor were they my close friends, they were just casual acquaintances who were not so familiar, but now I'm just here stuck in the test of their domestic life, "Huuhh.

"About you've eaten, huh,?" Doctor Damar's voice broke my daydream.

I did not answer Doctor Damar's question, a question that was out of place in my opinion, in a state of tension and panic like this where there are people who are still thinking of eating, this morning he asked me "coffee", now he was asking about "eating" really - a strange middle-aged man.

"Thank you" he said, then sat down near me.

"Thank you for what, then,?" my many.

"Thank you for accompanying us on this tough test" he replied.

"No problem.I was also confused as to why I chose to be in this situation," I raised my head, glancing at Doctor Damar at a glance.

"Destiny is possible, "he said flatly ,

"There are many things that happen in life without being planned, we never imagine it but then unconsciously we have lived it" he continued.

doctor Damar turned to me, this man's face looked tired but his eyes emitted a strong aura, as if confirming that he would face everything with complete confidence.

"Destiny.. ?? isn't destiny the end result of all the decisions we've made,?" I looked back at him, his jet-black Netra returned my gaze, that gaze was like skinning me, ripping through the curtains - the defensive curtains that I had been building solidly, solidly, I never let anyone judge me with his eyes but they lock me up, and I let them, I love the jet black.

"We ate first, your question was too difficult, I got hungry, "he again broke down this already very serious atmosphere with his absurd behavior.

"What a hard thing is just answer, " ketusku.

"The ribs are cold, you don't like cold rib soup" he said, then stepped quickly, leaving me again - again surprised by his behavior.

"Wait.Where does he know I like rib soup,?" can he read people's minds,? yesterday Tiramisu cake, now Sop ribs,? tomorrow let alone yeah,?" ah, it seems like I have started to enjoy this fate.

I caught up with Doctor Damar, my heels clashing with the floor of the hospital room making a loud noise, I stared at his back, his shoulders wide, his legs long, his body firm, his steps dignified.. oh, my God, I might be crazy, where I might admire the body of a middle-aged man who was 20 years adrift of me, what would my friends say if they knew that I would prefer a 52-year-old man to an energetic young man, or a middle-aged man my age, several times they approached me and I refused them raw - raw mercilessly.