THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
RUCKUS

"So, for a month Ummi was not at home. Abi what's wrong?" Ara asked when she saw the whole house was almost in a mess. In fact, it looks like the floor he stepped on was never touched by a mop at all.

"Thinking Ummi and Abi's fault."

"That's all? Why not?"

"Yes, milk sales, noodles." Rais answered while opening a window that had been almost a month not opened.

Ara inched towards Rais who was still on the lip of the window. The man looked so attached to seeing the red glow of the saga above the afternoon sky. Almost magrib, however. Rais kept the window open to get better oxygen intake.

"Sorry Ummi, Bi." Ara lirih. Both hands held the fingers of Rais who was resting on the lips of the window.

"Abi who should apologize, because Abi's attitude that does not want to be honest with Ummi, to make trouble in our household."

"Now, we bury everything that happened yesterday huh, Bi. We open a new page. May our household be at peace until death to pick us up." Said Ara while laying her head on Rais's shoulder.

"Aamiin, Mi."

Dusk this time is probably the most beautiful twilight in recent months. Rais and Ara were seen breathing the air that afternoon with passion and joy. In their hearts they promised each other. Hopefully, the trials of each trial that comes in the biduk of his household, will be faced with a cool head and a word that reminds each other.

****

A week after Ara's return to Rais' house, Mila is seen coming back to the house. The girl berparas not only alone, she nadimpak accompanied by her mother.

"Assalamualaik." Said Mila and the mother in unison. Making Ara and Rais who were busy in the kitchen immediately stepped forward. Sounding from the atmosphere, they know, if the guests are people they care about.

"Waalaikum salam, Umma." answered ara and Rais in unison. The two lovebirds seemed to take turns kissing the back of the mother's hand.

"How are the children of Umma. Why don't you guys go to Umma's house for so long, until you miss." The mother chirped as she walked towards the living room.

Ara and Rais sat at each other, "ngapunten, Um. We have been busy lately. So, have not had time to visit Umma's house" replied Rais representing the wife.

"Is that so, Ma'am Ara?" Ask the mother to her daughter-in-law.

"Ehm, uh, Um. We're busy." timpal Ara.

"Umma hope your household is okay. Umma don't want to hear the commotion between the two of you. You're both Umma's children. Umma will feel sad, if that happens."

*****

After the mother and sister from their home. Now it is for Rais and Ara to sell milk. However, this time Rais seems to bring all his milk on one motorbike.

"Which Ummi part, Bi?" Ask Ara clingukan.

"From now on, Ummi cannot sell milk. Enough Abi who ngider, Ummi at home, doain Abi." Answer Rais smiled.

"But, Bi?"

"There's no buts. Abi does not want Ummi sick and tired. This is part of Abi's duty and duty to make a living for Abi's wife."

"Well, if Abi had told Ummi at home. But, Abi be careful, huh?"

"Yes dear. Doain's selling trade is not left yes." Rais said, kissing the wife's forehead.

Rais hasn't had time to turn on his meticulous motor yet. A bright red car came into the courtyard of the house. Both eyes Rais and Ara focus on staring at the car, which is getting slower and finally parked right next to Rais's motorbike.

"Who, Bi." Ara asked whispering.

"His father, Mayra." Rais replied with both eyes still focused on the car that none other than Mayra's parents had.

"Why what?" Ask again Ara.

"Where does Abi know, Mi. We just wait," said Rais while opening the jacket he had worn.

"Assalamualaik." Said a middle-aged man as he got off the luxury car.

"Getishalight." Ara and Rais answered.

Ara and Rais were still looking closely at the footsteps of the man.

"I want to talk to you both!" Ketus.

The man did not reply, only a snort could be heard from both the ears of Rais and Rais.

"What's up, sir?" Ask Ara back. Rais was reluctant to speak a word with the man sitting before him at this moment.

"Maybe your husband told you about my daughter."

Ara nodded with a smile.

"I meant to come here to ask your husband to meet my ailing daughter."

Ara looked at Rais, before finally replying to Mayra's father.

"I'm sorry, sir. What sick father's daughter?"

The man stared fixedly at Ara with full fury.

"Know what you have disease! I'm just here to take your husband to see my sick daughter!"

"My wife is a doctor. Maybe, my wife can prescribe to Uncle Mayra's daughter." Sahut Rais, who does not want the wife's self-esteem trampled.

"I don't need a doctor. I just want you to come with me home. That's all!"

"Abi? Go awayl. Ummi believes in Abi." Ara allowed Rais with a face full of reconciling smiles.

"Sorry Mi, Abi can't. Abi is not a doctor or shaman who can cure Mayra. If I have to go to Mayra's house, it should be Ummi. Ummi's a doctor."

"But, Bi. This father seemed to be begging Abi to come with him."

"Sorry, Mi. For this Abi can't, don't force Abi, and Uncle! Uncle has the wrong address if I go to my house to take me to Uncle's house. I'm nobody Mayra. It seems unethical if Uncle wants me to see Uncle's daughter."

Bruaks!

"Bomber You!" The man kicked down the table in front of him.

"Sorry Uncle. I don't want any commotion at home. Please Uncle please come home from my house!" This time Rais really did not want to stay silent. He must make a firm decision.

"Abi?"

"Ummi come in, it's a man's business."

"But, Bi."

"Say in, Mi!"

Ara seemed to step slowly, the woman was afraid of anything happening with two people of different generations.

"I'll make sure! You'll bend your knees before me."

"Please let Uncle out of my house." Rais kept telling the man to leave his house. His right ear leads to the exit.

The uproar seems to have stopped after Mayra's father leaves from inside Rais' house.

Rais immediately closed the door of his house, then he sat on a sofa and stood with his eyes closed, his right hand twitching at the temple. He decided to abandon his intention to sell milk today.

Ara looked out from the room, the woman shuffled towards Rais who was leaning on the sofa. Unasked, Ara stomped on Rais's back.

"Abi shouldn't be rude to Mayra's father, Bi."

"Are Ummi willing to see Abi come with Mayra's father to see how things are going!" Tukas Rais, it seems that the man is still upset.

"That's not what Ummi means, Bi."

"That's not how it is, Mi. Enough for Abi a month ago to lose Ummi. Even Abi became the most stupid and guilty man Ummi. I don't want to repeat the same mistake!" Seloroh Rais is full of emphasis.

"Ummi understands, Bi. But Abi shouldn't have kicked Mayra's father out. He is also a parent we should respect. Abi can speak well."

"Abi was going to say it well. But when the man yelled at Ummi, Abi couldn't take it, Mi. For Abi, Ummi is Abi's responsibility. And Abi does not want people to demean or oun underestimate Abi's wife. If only Abi can be treated like that, Abi can still accept."

Ara was bowed, her crying broke when she found out, if the husband really kept his pride in front of others. In fact, he just found out, if Rais is angry about what it will be like. Because all this time, which Ara knew, Rais was meek.