THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
MAKE MILK

For the umpteenth time, dawn swept through Klaten City. Sayup-sayup kumandang adzan sounding simple from mosque to massjid. Make anyone who is lulled by it will suddenly rush from the blanket to purify themselves from small or large hadasts. No exception with newlywed couple Ara and Rais.

"Take a shower first, Umm" Rais said in a soft voice in the young doctor's ear.

Ara nodded, her two eyelids still looking reluctant to be opened. His smooth body was wrapped by a thick blanket.

This time Rais tries to throw away his bad habits. Accelerated bathing. So that the wife can immediately clean herself up anyway.

"Loalah molor," said Rais while inching to bed to immediately wake his bidadari.

"Honey .. let's get up, it's dawn." whispered Ara. "The first time the rooster wakes up." Further.

With the remnants of power Ara tried to pull Rais away. The woman took a pillow as a bulwark.

"Darling ... Let's get up! We pray at dawn." exclaimed Rais as he opened the pillow that Ara deliberately made as a head covering.

With a sense of laziness, Ara immediately opened the thick moss that wrapped her body. His eyes still seem closed.

"Darling, put the gloves on!" tukas Rais's.

"Astagfireullah! I'm sorry Abi" replied Ara.

The beautiful demonstration immediately tiptoed towards the bathroom to immediately clean her body.

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The clock pointed at seven in the morning. Since today is the last day, Ara can still spend time with the Rais family. The beautiful woman looks busy in the kitchen with the in-laws. When viewed from its activities. It seems that two women of different generations are preparing breakfast for their husbands.

"Nduk .. Today Umma wants to go to Jogja with Dad. So, you're the same Rais at home, huh?" the mother-in-law said to Ara.

"Jeh Umm. Mila's deck isn't home today?" ask Ara softly.

"Sir, Mila's coming home tomorrow, let your husband Nduk pick you up." Answer the mother-in-law.

Ara nodded while smiling. After some scenes and rites of cooking in the kitchen. Finally what they were cooking was ripe as well. Some food is on the dining table. Just waiting for the cue from the owner to be eaten until it runs out.

"Le ... Cah Nice. Tomorrow don't forget eight o'clock in the morning you go to the cottage to pick up Mila." The mother told Rais.

This is not the first time Rais has been booked by his mother. Rais' mother will always remind the son if Friday at eight in the morning is the time to pick up his beloved sister.

"Nrj ... Umm." um."

After his parents left for Jogja. Now, Rais and Ara live together at home. Still shy, sometimes the two lovebirds smile without knowing why. To eliminate the awkwardness that plagues the heart. Rais intends to make milk for his wife.

"Mi ... make milk, yuk?" invite him who immediately made both corneas Ara glare. His lips formed a circle like a zero.

"Why laugh?" asked Ara timidly.

"Emang Ummi thinks he wants to make what milk? Making milk does not know Umm time. Moreover, it is still morning, the best to drink milk. Doesn't Ummi like Abi's milk?" said Rais at length, to really make Ara embarrassed.

"Astagfirullah Abi, sorry Ummi!" said Ara with both cheeks blushing red.

"Let's go to the kitchen, make milk." Take Rais and hold back the laughter. "Would you like to make an oroginal or a strawberry taste?" ask Rais.

"Ummi likes the ori, Bi. Buty? there is nothing wrong if abi wants to make a strawberry taste. Let Ummi understand how to make it."

"Jude, we make both. Abi wants to teach this little girl Abi how to make milk that is right and delicious." Canda Rais who again makes Ara meekly made.

Ara and Rais look busy making ingredients for milk. Rais, who is already familiar with his work, looks shrewd without mistakes. Sedangkang Ara looks still clumsy.

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The milk in the spilled basin was not left.

"Abi .. sorry Ummi." Pekik Ara's. He felt guilty for spilling the milk he lifted to put on the stove.

Gently Rais nodded and smiled, "nothing dear. Ummi was not intentional." Rais said while stroking the hijab worn by Ara.

"Bi .. Because of Ummi, the milk spilled is not left. How about dong Bi?"

Rais seemed to be thinking about something. "Will you drink milk?" Rais asked, which was immediately answered by his wife.

"Did it still want to." Said Raia back.

"But the milk supply is running out, Bi."

Rais did not reply, the thin-bearded man looked at Ara with an adorable look.

"Let's go to sleep."

"Sleep? It's still morning, Bi. Not good for health."

"But good for the hatchery process."

"Abi ...!" Ara was embarrassed.

And finally the two lovebirds did not continue their activities to make milk.