THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
I'M IT'S OKAY

A week has passed, now Rais and Ara have returned to Klaten. Ever since receiving the incoming call from Mayra, Rais seems to be shrouded in deep guilt towards Ara. Moreover, he has got a message from the brother, to make it really in the wrong situation.

Rais wanted to express his anxiety to his wife. But he was confused, where he started the story. Because, the man had already guessed that Ara would be angry with him. Perhaps it would have been even more furious from the start that he had lied to her.

Today Rais deliberately made more milk, because since he and Ara spent vacation time in Solo for a week yesterday, many orders are booming. To make it should provide more milk.

"Bi .. let Ummi help Abi between her sisters later. There are no motorbike idle, so Abi to the area of Combat, Ummi to the area of Al-aqsho mosque. Because Ummi knows the area." Say Ara while stirring milk on the stove.

"No need, Mi. Ummi at home. Let Abi run his milk."

"It's okay, Bi. Combat with Al-Aqsho is different. It will take time if you have to go here. So, we're going to do the job, Bi." Refuse Ara with a sweet smile.

"Emh .. but? Does Abi not take Ummi?"

Ara blushed, "since when in the household there is the word ngerepotin, Bi? For Ummi, the work of the husband is the work of the wife, and vice versa. Ara want us compact and always cooperation. No work at home, right?"

"Yes, Mi. Sorry Abi, huh?"

"This guy is apologizing every weekday. Ummi his wealth has never apologized." joked Ara.

The atmosphere in the house looks warm and cheerful.

****

Afternoon greeted the Klaten district court. Inside the Javanese house, it appears that two people are busy preparing to peddle their own milk. As discussed earlier this afternoon, Ara went to Al-aqsho, while Rais went to the area of Combat.

After all is ready with each trade, now both have been on their respective motorcycles.

"Mi? How come Abi's worried, Ummi's got his own bike?"

"Abi lebay's. As long as Abi knew, Ummi was a girl, every time he went to work. Ummi brings his own motorbike, from Bintaro to Jatinegara, every day."

"Yes, Abi was worried. Ummi be careful, huh?"

"God's Insha, Bi. Abi be careful too."

Arriving in the Al-aqsho area, Ara now walked to the terrace of the mosque, where he and some consumers had agreed to meet in front of the mosque.

Ten minutes Ara waited for the arrival of her customers. Now, the customers had swarmed Ara who was carrying baskets filled with bottles of milk of their order.

Milk is 5 bottles. Now is the time for Ara to walk around the mosque to peddle the rest of the milk.

"Mom! Milk." a woman shouted at Ara who was walking. The beautiful woman turned to the direction the voice came from.

Ara choked, she remembered who had called her just now. His face was not foreign to Ara.

"Mbak Ara? Yeah ... Mbak Ara, right?" ask the woman in front of Ara.

"Yes? Who yeah? How do we seem to have met?" said Ara while remembering the movements in front of her.

"Mayra, Ma'am. Time forgot? When is the day we meet at the restaurant in the city of Solo." replied the woman who claimed to be Mayra.

Ara. She did not expect to meet the woman who once filled her husband's heart.

"Astagfirullah. I'm sorry, Ma'am May, I forgot we ever met. How's May doing? Who's here?"

"Alhamdulillah well, Ma'am. Me alone. It just so happened that two days ago I was Klaten. Go to my sister's house. Ma'am Ara how are you? Where's Rais?" mayra said while looking left right looking for the figure of Rais.

"Owh that? So this is Ma'am Ara selling milk too? Before getting married to Mas Rais, what was his job?" Mayra asked curiously.

"Mayra's mom wants how many bottles of milk?" ara said without answering Mayra's question.

"Oh my god.yeah, yes until forget. 2 bottles aja Mbak."

Ara deliberately did not want to answer Mayra's question. For him, it is enough that the woman who is standing before him only knows his name not with what profession.

"May's mom, I'm first?" said Ara smiling.

"Mbak Ara's... Can we have a chat?" ask Mayra. The woman seemed to block Ara's steps towards the parking lot.

"What chat is Ma'am?"

"Mas Rais" he said briefly.

Mayra's words suddenly made Ara scrunch her forehead. How not, it seems that Mayra was indeed deliberately curious about the husband .

Ara exhaled her breath.

"Don't May know my husband long before we got married?"

"Yes it's true. But, I want to know why you can get married."

Ara smiled, the woman tried not to ignite her emotions. "The fool who has united us, Ma'am."

"Mbak Ara can. I'm serious, Ma'am? Maybe Ma'am Ara already knew me and Mas Rais used to be as close as anything."

"Yes Ma'am. Mas Rais said to me, that Mbak May is his first love who had wanted to be married but did not get blessing. Is that right, Ma'am?"

"Yes Ma'am. We love each other."

"Continue?"

"Yes just like Ma'am Ara said. That's right, and right now, I just want to establish a friendship with Mbak. I don't mean anything by you two. Even when the day I call Mas Rais wants to ask for Ma'am Ara's number. But Rais instead said it was wrong. Yes, I didn't call him anymore. I'm afraid I misunderstood too. But really, I have no intention of ruining your happiness."

Heard the phone and Rais said if it went wrong. Makes Ara really shocked. The woman felt that she had been lied to again by Rais. But he still behaved as usual in front of Mayra.

"Oh maybe Mas Rais is no longer concerned. That's why it's wrong to connect." Say it with a smile. "Mbak May was calm, I was not the jealous type who was blind. As long as both of them are honest with me, I will not be angry let alone jealous." continued Ara.

"If so, may I ask Ms Ara's number? I'm not good to ask for the same Mas Rais. Later I guess I intentionally disturbed him."

"Before I give my number the same Ma'am May. Can I ask you one thing?"

"Ask? Ask what Mama?"

"In addition to maintaining your friendship, why do you ask for my number? We're just getting to know, let alone Ma'am is my husband's mass."

Mayra. The woman could not answer Ara's question.

It is true, it is not natural for our partners to ask for our contact number only in the name of 'silaturahmi'. Because from that word, there will be times that we definitely do not want. One of them tells the mass, perhaps to us.

"I'm fine Ma'am May asked for my number. But, it would be nice if I know what the motivation of Ma'am May to want to communicate with me. I first Ma'am, already want magrib. I'm afraid that Rais has arrived home first, I haven't. Thanks to you, Ma'am. Assalamualaikum." said Ara, then left in front of Mayra who seemed still embarrassed because of Ara's speech.