THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
A MESSAGE FROM AHMAD TO RAIS

"Wrongly so you can panic, Bi?" Ask Ara when Rais has cut his phone.

"No Mi, Abi is fine. Maybe it's because of Abi laper." Rais's whisper in Ara's ear.

"Astgfitullah, Bi. It was told not to eat, wait for Ahmad."

Rais grinned, "sorry Mi." Her speech.

The man is lying. This time he was completely enveloped in guilt towards his wife. His hunger was thrown into a sense of anxiety, afraid if someday the wife knew, if the person who called was Mayra.

A few moments of silence. Ara was seen playing her advanced phone. The woman is surfing in the virtual world.

"Bi, it looks like next week we're going home to Jakarta." Ara said, her eyes were still fixed on the phone screen.

"What's wrong, Mi?"

"A friend of Ummi's is getting married."

"Owh, yes, yes, we can all look at Papa and Mama, as well as to Mas Ali's tomb." Rais answered with a cry.

Amidst their small talk, a motorbike was seen entering the courtyard of the house. A man parked the motorbike, then stepped inside the house.

"Assalamualaikum, wah .. when will it come?"

This man is Ahmad's older brother. Every day he peddles jamu made by his wife. Even your herbs already have regular customers.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Almost an hour, Mom." Rais said while kissing the back of his brother's hand.

"Where are you going?"

"Mandiin Albi."

"Oh. Have you guys eaten?"

"Yet Mas. It was told to eat with Mbak, but Abi wanted to wait for Ahmad mas." Sahut Ara's.

"Oh that? Yaudah, I finished this first. We just ate, huh?" Said Ahmad who was seen carrying several bottles of used herbal medicine.

"Here let me help you." Pinta Rais.

"Lho yo monggo toh Le."

Arriving in the kitchen, the brothers were seen chatting casually, until finally Rais told something to the brother.

"Mas ... when was the day that Ara and I met Mayra, Mas."

"Mayra?" Ask Ahmad. The man was like a stranger hearing the name.

"Masha God, the boy? Meet where? Is she married."

"We met at the restaurant, Mas. She's not married yet. And that's___"

"Not married? And what was it, Le?" cecar Ahmad's.

"He called Rais, Mas."

Ahmad concluded a smile at the end of his lips.

"Then? What if he's not married? You want to marry her too?"

"Ah, Ahmad Ngawur. Yes, not Mas."

"Certainly? What did he call you for? Does your wife know about her?"

"Know Mas. When Mayra called, Rais lied to Ara."

"liying? How lying?"

"Rais said it's wrong, Mas."

"is ... Is. Why lie, if you no longer feel the same way Mayra. Don't start a fire if you can't put it out. You must remember. Honesty is the main thing in the household."

"Rais is scared, Mas. If Ara's gonna be mad."

"Fear more of an angry wife? Or Allah is not Ridho? Anger has a reason. Maybe because you're not being honest."

"Betul Mas's. Rais lied to Ara. Rais says to Ara, if Rais has just found love with her."

"Hem... Do you want to be known as romantic? Not in that way, Le? Women will be hurt, if someone who really loved him sincerely, even lying to him. I hope, after this you will be more honest as it is to Ara. You just got married."

"Again what the hell? So serious!" Said Ahmad's wife who came suddenly.

"Regular, men's business." Ahmad replied smiling, "Mom, ask Ara to eat. I'm laper." he continued.

"Yes, Dad."

After the death of Ahmad's wife who called Ara to the guest room. Ahmad continued his conversation that had been cut.

"Remember Mas's message. Never lie to your wife, the inner wife is more sensitive. Fear, you lied to her, she kept knowing. And it would hurt if he knew from a third party about your lies. If you're in the name of getting married for heaven's sake with her. So, never lie to him. Be honest no matter what."

"Yes, it's."

"You're the head of the family. Be a good and responsible family head."