THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
EARLY MEET

Today Ara had resolved to go to the city of klaten. Although his feelings were confused because there he had no friends, but he tried to step up to dare not to continue to dissolve in memories.

The clock has shown at 11 pm, the father and mother are deliberately free today do not go to the office, they rush to deliver the only princess of the puppet to klaten. Because the father and mother wanted to see her son right up to klaten safely, then they decided to take him directly to the klaten. All the figs are ready and neat in the suitcase. Just waiting for the driver to take the car out of the garage and drive ara and his parents to the airport.

"Son...it is ready all right...no one left ka..?". Ask mother ara.

"Udah mah.while the hell is complete, later if anyone forgets ara can go back home to take, or if not mamah paketin..". Answer ara while checking the equipment in her totebag bag.

" mrs the car is ready, you want to move now..??". Said ara family driver while lifting a ready fig suitcase on the doorstep of the house.

"Jaudah mr. mus, we leave now so as not to be late." replied the mother who followed the father and ara walked beside him.

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"It turns out that papah actually said, klaten asri ya pah". Said ara smiling while gazing at the view from inside the glass of an online taxi car.

"Emang papah ever lied to you,,?". Answer the father from behind the front seat.

"Oh yes pah, we have not prayed dzuhur, the mosque around here first yuk.." invite mother ara while playing her phone.

He asked the taxi driver online.

"Pak if there is a mosque deket here stop first yak sir.we want to pray first.." pinta ara father to the driver.

"Oh good sir.. happened to be close to Al-Aqso mosque one of the icons of klaten city sir..". Answer the driver while explaining one of the city icons.

Arriving at the mosque parking lot, without waiting for long they got out of the car and rushed to the mosque.

"Mashaa allah is very cool mosque ya pah.mah..". Said ara while amazed to see the building of the mosque.

"Yes.fucking good, kirain mamah Al-Aqso only ad in egypt". Ara's mother replied with a smile.

Not long after they finished performing the dzuhur prayer. They walked to an online taxi that was waiting for them to finish praying. Arrived from behind ara was offered milk by someone.

"Assalamualaikum.mbak...want to buy milk..?". The young man offered in a soft voice.

Sontak ara also looked back, where the young man offered his wares milk.

"Waalaikumsalam.milk what mas, goat what cow..?" Ara asked while glancing at the merchandise that the young man was carrying.

"Cow with goat mbak.terselah mbak mbak want to choose which one.. mumpung still anget mbak.." replied the young man while putting his wares in front of the fig.

Ara who is a lover of cow's milk did not reject it, he immediately took 3 liters of cow's milk that has been placed in a bottle.

"So how much mas.." asked ara while opening one of the milk bottle caps.

"36 thousand mbak". The answer.

The Arabs immediately handed over fifty thousand to the young man.

"Mbak's return..". Said the young man.

"No need to do it." replied the woman with a smile.

"I'm sorry I can't take it,". The answer.

"Yaudah you simply first yes yes.I hunted,, later when if I come here I order again." Ara answered while running towards the taxi that had been waiting for her daritadi.

After getting in the car, and the car drove away from the mosque, the mother glanced at her daughter who was carrying several aqua bottles measuring 1liter.

"The fire ra...". Ask his mother while looking at the bottle that the fig put under the car seat.

"Mum milk, cow milk." Answer

"There are many ra." Ask mother.

"Well, I love milk".

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Arriving at the hospital where the fig will serve, it turns out their arrival has been awaited by the hospital manager.

"Sir ramli apakabar...". A middle-aged man greeted the father while stretching out his hands and hugging.

"Alhamdulillah good mr. broto...". Welcome father fig with a friendly hug.

"So they've been very close.who is this father." Ara said in her heart.

Without much ado the middle-aged man took a tour of the hospital and showed each room. It turned out that the man was Ramli's best friend father ara, who was also the manager of the hospital.

"Oh yes.pak bambang has prepared a house that will be occupied by dr. Ara, not far from this hospital." The hospital manager said.

"Waduuuh so troublesome sir broto and sir bambang nih me". Said father Ara with a smile.

Bambang is the male owner of the hospital, and Broto is the manager and best friend of bambang and ramli ara's father.

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At the rented house that has been provided by the bambang, ara and family enjoy the susananya. Quiet, cool and clear away from the bustle of the capital city.

For a moment ara drowned her daydream greetings.

"Yank.. I'm now in klaten yank.doain your wife is at home yes, and can be useful to many people..". The word fig in the heart.

"Ra.. mamah same papah tomorrow morning back to Jakarta, son, we can not be long here because there is still a lot of work in the company". Said mother ara.

"Yes ma no what is it. ara ngerti mamah papah busy, later if ara holiday ara must go home." Ara answered while embracing her mother who was sitting on the sofa.

"Your friends always hope that you can go a lot better, baby.we do not tell you to forget the deceased, but we hope ara can look ahead again." said the mother fig holding her daughter's chin, hoping the princess rose from her trauma because of the death of her beloved husband.

"Yes mah.doain ara continue yes pah.mah." he replied with a smile holding back tears.

It's late, because of the transfer of figs in a village alley, many children play in the yard. Ara sat in the front seat of the house while enjoying the milk she bought earlier in the mosque.

"Lumayan also tastes milk cow" muttered ara while looking at the contents of the cow's milk bottle. He took the initiative to buy it again after the milk he bought ran out. He will go to the Al-aqso mosque again to look for the young man who sold the milk. But he was confused, how did he know the milk seller while the look on his face was no longer remembered.

"Maybe all the merchants in the area of the mosque are the same...!! trade them one product..". He thought as he finished the milk in the glass he poured from the bottle.

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"For the doc. welcome to join us". Say them simultaneously while shaking hands one by one with figs.

Ara answered their greetings smiling.

"Waaah dr. Ara looks like raisa...". A nurse smiled.

"You can only. if I look like Raisa, you look like who dong.." answered fig with a laugh.

Ara really enjoyed her work, especially her colleagues in the hospital was good all. Arapun has a friend who also turned out to be a nomad, dr.arlan his name. Dr. Marlan lived quite far from the place where the contract, because it turns out dr.arlan had bought a house in the area, and reportedly will soon marry a girl from klaten as well.

"Dr. Ara used to go to college where." Ask dr.arlan

"I'm in tangerang doc, but take his specialist in Singapore". Answer ara.

Ara actually holds the title of Sp.BS, a university graduate in Singapore. He is 28 years old, but still looks around 23-24 years old, maybe because he is diligent in sports or others, making him younger than his age.

Because today came home early and he does not serve every day, apparently he already has his own schedule when he served. Maybe because he's a specialist. So it can be counted the entrance finger of the service at any time and at any time. Actually he also began to saturate his contract because there is no more activity.

He took the initiative to go to Majid Al-aqso where he bought 3liter of cow's milk when the day. He thought he would buy more milk for his contract.

Arriving at the Al-aqso mosque he went around the new mosque area half the construction. He looked at the building and saw the view around the mosque. Suddenly the view stopped, saw a young milk seller who had just descended from a motorcycle in the parking lot of the mosque area.

"It's like selling milk when the day". He muttered as he walked towards the young man.

"Hey mas.mas." Call ara a few times, because the young man heard the call of ara. After hearing the call the young man stopped and turned his head towards the ara.

" mashaa, allah mbak, we meet again. I have the same debt you know." greet the young man with a smile while taking the money in his waist bag.

"Eh no need mas. I want to buy milk instead." replied ara smiling as well.

"Eh masnya still inget me yes.kirain I have forgotten.." continued ara while laughing.

"Yes inget dong mbak, I will have a debt." replied the young man while showing his merchandise.

Because the young man's trade only stayed 2 bottles alias 2liter, then the same fig taken all.

"So I'm less than how much they pay." Ask ara while looking at the young man, thought the young man had been selling milk around, is there no other work.

"Less than 10 thousand mbak.I will have a debt of 14 thousand, the milk is 1 liter 12 thousand, so less than 10 thousand..". Answer the young man with an item.

"Jaudah this is 100 thousand, later if I come here I just ask milk to his mas". Says ara while offering money to understand 100 thousand.

"Waduh do not mbak I'm afraid to forget. later if you want to come here just buy again.I come here every day kok mbak from 4 o'clock already here out around." said the young man.

Not long after the sale and purchase of milk, the young man also walked to his motorcycle parked in the mosque area. He saw the young man from afar by ara, like there was a problem with the bike. At once, arakan approached the parking lot where the young man parked his motorcycle.

"Why are you." Ask ara.

"Eh yes.anu mbak, my bike deflated". He replied as he scratched his head and smiled pretentiously.

"Oooh." Ask ara again.

"Lumayan mbak, about 3kilo" he replied

"Not quite anymore mas.gempor yes if the motor drive until 3kilo". Ara answered while laughing.

Dazed by how to push the bike to the spot where the tire patch is 3kilo, Ara offered help.

"I rode an online motorcycle, later your bike was pulled just the same motorcycle, up to the tire patch". The word Ara offers help.

"Not nysahin mbak". Legally.

"No" replied Ara with a smile..

While waiting to get an online object that was rejected earlier the same application system, they sat in front of the mosque while chatting.

"Why are you selling milk around." asked Ara arrived.

"Yes because of my hobby of trading mbak." he replied.

"That's all". Added fig

" emmh..kah mbak, in addition to the hobby of trading, I try to follow the Rhasul sunnah in terms of business".  Answer the young man.

From the young man's answer ara became curious about what business in Islam is like. But Ara did not show her curiosity.

"You don't go to school or college". Ask ara again.

"I graduated from college". He answered while playing a wooden twig that had been cast on the ground in front of them sitting.

"Why not try another job". Tanya ara was still curious.

"Yes that was my alamasan mbk.i hobby of trading and want to run sunnah rhasul in business". He answered with a smile of mangosteen.

"What age are you".asked fig again, it's like a census of the population and detective conan.

"23year mbak". The answer.

They talked a little earlier and felt strange. The young man never stared or looked towards the fig even for a moment. Is there something wrong in the fig.

"Whose name are you". Still going on with the question.

"My name is rais mbak". The answer was still bowing his head and still playing the wooden twig.

"My name is ara." answered ara, but the young man did not ask for her name.

Not long after the online project has arrived in front of majid.

"Eh ojeknya already there is. let's go" invite ara.

And they passed from the mosque to the tire patch. Arriving at the tire patchwork,ara left the rais alone, ara continued his journey to his contract.