THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
MEET MAYRA

"Mas Rais!" shouted a voice from behind Rais who was holding his motorbike in the mosque parking area.

Rais' heart feels like it's going to be dislodged. He really did not expect, if the woman would come to him. The man threw away his gaze, deftly trying to start his motor matic back. However, the woman had confronted Rais in front of his vehicle.

"What's up, May? Don't bother me. I want to sell." Rais's speech is half inflamed.

"Ijinin May, by the way, by the way, Mas. Ara's mom isn't coming, is she?" Pinta Mayra while clinging to find the figure of Ara.

"What else do you want to say? It's obvious that I'm married to Ara. What are you talking about again? It's not ethical for a man to talk to each other the same old not the mahrom."

"Five minutes, Mom."

"No way, May. I want to sell. If indeed you want to chat, mending you chat with my wife just." This time Rais is getting inflamed.

"Mas Rais is bad? You changed, Mom. Not like the Mas Rais that May used to know!" Mayra lirih.

"Evil? Wicked at what, May? I'd be more evil if I let the devil into our conversation. I'm sorry, May, please step aside, I'm out."

"No want! Anyway Mas Rais should want May to have a chat. Bentar Mas's. Not long."

"Astagfirullah, Mayra! In any other way I say the same to you. I'm busy, there's no time for you to talk."

"Did Mas Rais really forget about Mayra? Mas Rais asked May to be patient for the blessing of my Mom and Dad."

Rais turned off his bike. The man exhaled his breath violently.

"Denger to May. That's our mass. Now, I have a front. Maybe we are not fools. Please understand that. After all, the one who told me to spare you was from your family. They are fooled by you as the son of a rich man. So, it's not my fault that I've now found a patch of heart. Better, now you pray that my marriage will last until jannah. And vice versa, I will pray for you so that you get a good soul mate of the afterlife." Rais said at length. Make Mayra's tears pour out. Until some of the people who passed in front of them saw.

"But Mas. Mayra loves Mas Rais."

"I can't stop you from falling in love with me. But you should know. My love is only for my wife, May."

"Mas Rais lied!" peekkik Mayras.

"What is lying. I can't marry her if I don't love her."

"Mas Rais is evil. I've been waiting for you for over five years, Mom."

"I told you. It's not my fault, May. If your family had allowed me to marry you. But that's impossible, because we're not a match. Go home. I'm busy." Rais asked Mayra.

The woman continued to cry in front of Rais. To make Rais confused what to do.

"I asked you. What do you want from me, May?"

"Will Mas Rais grant my request?"

"Eitherway. If I can, I will grant it. As long as you don't waste my life with Ara."

"I want Mas Rais to marry me!"

"Crazy for you, May! I'm a man's husband!" Obviously Rais with a dead red face.

"But men can marry more than one woman, Mas."

"You mean?"

"Sunnah Rhasul may marry 2 women at once. Why aren't you?"

"Don't tackle the Sunnah. There are more sunnahs than polygamy. For me, no one can marry more than one woman fairly, except the Prophet. So, please never say 'polygamy because of the sunnah'. The Prophet married women who were indeed servants of peril, in order to help them from slander. Not for an exhibition or a fun one. I'm sorry May, I can't share my heart with another woman. For me, one wife is enough. Now, all I'm thinking about is how I can get my wife to Jannah."

"But I love you, Mom!" Mayra still convinced Rais.

"Love yourself first. If so, surely your heart will be calm, and I am sure, God must have provided the best soul mate for you. Sorry May, can you leave in front of me? My bike's coming out."

Mayra still seems as though she has a crush, the woman is running out of ways to convince Rais, how much she loves him, even with her heart now broken, Mayra really wants to be noticed more by Rais.

Unconcerned by Mayra's cry, Rais passes from the face of the woman who once filled his heart. Along the way, Rais thinks, did his words cross the line to Mayra? But, if not so, then Mayra will remain determined to interfere with her life and Ara.

"Yes Allah. Protect the little family of servants. I just want to make my wife happy." Rfor Rais.

Rais immediately drove his vehicle at high speed, along the road until he reached the housing where he peddled his milk.

The customers were waiting at the usual place Rais parked his bike. This time the milk he was carrying seemed a lot more than usual. Because, the milk that he should sell in the mosque area earlier, he did not have time to buy it to customers. For him, evading is better than God's wrath.

"Tumben, Mas, the trade is so much?" ask one of the buyers.

"Yes, Mom. If you want to buy me, I'm not angry." Canda Rais's.

"Mas Rais can do it."

Tired of selling milk in housing. Now Rais started selling milk on the side of the road. There was no other choice for him. If the milk is brought home, the wife will ask why it does not work. This time it was not Rais' intention to lie to Ara. Because for him, enough he knows the contents of Mayra's heart at this time. He did not want to shock his wife. Perhaps, someday he will tell Ara, about the events of today.

After the milk was only two bottles, Rais just switched the motor to go home.

Like Ara's promise to Rais, the beautiful woman was waiting for her husband's return on the porch. His smile expanded, while looking at the figure of the man he was waiting for had returned home.

"Assalamualaikum" said Rais from the courtyard of the house. Which was greeted with excitement and a reply to greetings by Ara.

"Valayeva ... Abi tired?" asked Ara while lowering the basket containing two bottles of milk.

"It's tired. But just look at Abi's wife smile, lost her tiredness, Mi."

"Gombal." said Ara.

Two lovebirds stepped into the house. The aroma of cooking emanates from inside the dining room. Until making Saliva Rais want to break out his lips.

"Emh .. aroma of chicken stew ama tempeh nih." Rais.

"Abi? Take a shower, just eat. Abi is sholah Ashar yet?"

"Abi had prayed earlier in the Tempur mosque. A shower?" Said Rais while kissing his ketek. "His power is not yet Mi. Ask to be bathed with Ummi." he continued while laughing.

"What the hell, Bi."

"Don't take a shower if you don't shower."

"The old age asked to be bathed."

"Mi, that's one of the sunnah. Shower both."

"Kan Ummi has taken a shower, Bi."

Without further ado, Rais directly carried Ara to the bathroom to take a bath together.