THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
DOWN MEMORIES

After a day they crooked as a result of the tragedy of spilled milk. Currently the two children are enjoying the afternoon twilight on the beach. Rais takes Ara around the city of Klaten. For that man. To glorify and please the wife is an absolute duty.

The twilight increasingly shows its prowess with the red color of the saga which is slightly wrapped with clouds. What a beautiful creation of God that one. To make the afternoon lovers more reluctant to stretch his steps towards the house.

"Mi, we pray magrib in Al-Aqso mosque, huh?" bring Rais.

The man wanted to remember his first meeting with his beloved wife.

"Ehm .. may, Bi. But there are conditions!" said Ara, who suddenly made a fine frown on her husband's forehead.

"Condition? What conditions, Mi?" ask Rais curiously.

"Ummi did not want to be told to push the motor until the tire leakage workshop" he said with a laugh that was so crisp.

"Astagfirullah. Ummi still remembers that."

"Yes, you must remember dong, Bi. Whatever Ummi has been through with Abi, all are still wrapped neatly in the memory of Ummi's brain."

"Thank you, Mi." said Rais. The fingers of his right hand suddenly gently squeezed the fingers of the wife.

*****

At the Al-Aqsho mosque. The two lovebirds did not enter the mosque. Because I see Adzan magrib is still about fifteen minutes away. Until making Ara and Rais spend a little time to chat in the mosque courtyard.

"Remember Bi? It was the first time we met there." said Ara while pointing to the place where she met her husband for the first time. "Abi offers her merchandise enthusiastically with Ummi." continued Ara.

The eyes of Rais glare far away where he meets the idol of the heart. "Yes, remember Mi. Ummi at that time bought three liters of pure milk.the money was big no change. To the extent that Abi must have a debt with Umi," said Rais at length.

"Maybe if the money is not big. We don't see each other anymore, Bi." said Ara smiling.

"Yes, no, Mi. God has arranged everything in such a way. There was no word of that meeting being a coincidence. Everything is planned for God." Rais. "Maybe if for example we did not meet here or Ummi money small. Abi was sure that God would still bring us together in other ways." Follow the thin-bearded young man gently.

Ara nodded, "God is good, isn't He?"

"Well, Mi. If God were not good, the earth might not have been created."

Amidst their conversation. I heard the adhan from Al-Aqsho Mosque.

"Let's go to the mosque, the story is cut first." Invite Rais to take the wife's fingers.

*****

After the completion of the congregational magrib prayer, Rais and Ara did not then go home. They still wanted to trace the memories that had stopped between the two of them in that sacred place.

Enjoying the evening in the courtyard of the mosque accompanied by a bowl of wedang ronde. Makes the atmosphere more warm and romantic.

"Abi .. Can Ummi ask?" said Ara while putting a mouthful of wedang ronde into her mouth.

Rais stuttered, his corneas looking deep into his wife's eyes.

"What ... Abi has an ex?" ask Ara.

The woman's question made Rais' heart shake violently, even had a little choking as a result of the shock. "Ex-what, Mi?"

"Yes .. ex-boyfriend, Bi. Time yes former moneylender." seduced Ara with a giggle.

"There ... just, we didn't have a long relationship, Mi." Rais answered seriously.

Rona Ara instantly turned a little sour, "oh, is that it? Why did you break up?"

"Because Allah is not Ridho."

"Why not marry, let Allah be Ridho."

"Mi, it's late. We're home, yuk."

"Come haven't answered any questions, Ummi." Ara ketus.

Rais smiled, his palm began to be swung in front of Ara to invite her home.

"Not all questions should be answered, Mi."

"But Ummi wants to know, Bi."

"Mi .. We are married, it is not good to explore the memories of each other. What passes let it pass. We live for the present and the future."