THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
IF YOU CAN CHOOSE
Mayra left without saying goodbye, the girl felt herself so humbled by Rais and Ara. Along the way, he seemed to shed tears. His frail body, occasionally let out such a deep cough. It looks so sick. Mayra still walked in the company of an iron rod in her right hand, as a support for her body that looked hollow.
Mayra was stopped in front of a mosque not far from Rais's residence. The woman again cried, occasionally wiping the clear circles that fell on both cheeks. He even seemed to be biting his lower lip. Some warmed up in Mayra's heart, when she heard the call of the ashar adhan from the towa of the mosque.
The beautiful woman, a Cairo graduate, appeared to step into the courtyard of the mosque, before finally deciding to enter the mosque. His heart was a little calm, when it had washed his face with ablution water.
O Allah, I miss you in my heart.
Mayra walked towards the women's special mosque room. Wearing a mukena, then sitting in the prayer to wait for the imam of the mosque to lead the prayer ashar. The ayu girl seemed to be sitting alone, before at last there was a middle-aged woman who appeared to wear a mukena and sat beside her right. There was no conversation, the two of them focused on what was being thought.
Five minutes passed, the Imam of the mosque had given a cue for pilgrims to immediately close their prayers before the start of the ashar prayer. Pun with the female shaf, although Mayra is only alone with middle-aged women. He immediately draped his shaf.
After the end of performing the prayer ashar. Now is the time for Mayra to open the door and put it back in the closet that has been provided by the mosque. However, the woman did not immediately leave the mosque. Seen, he squashed back. Staring at the nanar prayer mat that had looked shabby that was tattered in the hall. Not felt, the clear circle fell again.
Ma'am Ara is right .. why do I become a woman with no self-esteem? Gumam Mayra.
His mind glared far into the clouds until there was no partition. The girl forgets that she is not alone. The middle-aged woman who happened to be a worshiper with him earlier, seemed still solemnly offering prayers to his Lord. Hearing Mayra's cry that seemed very meaningful, the middle-aged woman immediately finished her prayers.
"Why you?" Ask the middle-aged woman to Mayra who still looks sweet.
Mayra wiped away the tears. He shook his head.
"May you weep for your sins. Not because of stupidity to make you cry like this" said the middle-aged woman back.
Mayra choked, her tears instantly stopped breaking through her defensive wall. "What does Mom mean?" Mayra asked with trembling lips.
The middle-aged woman polishes a smile, "God never likes his servant who glorifies the world too much."
Mayra beegeming, this time her tears again wet her cheeks.
"It is better to weep over past sins, than weep over a future that we are not necessarily afraid of."
It was as if the middle-aged woman knew what Mayra was experiencing.
"At once it's about feelings?" Mayra made the protest smile.
"You seem to love God's creatures too much, Ma'am." Her speech.
Mayra looked at the woman's face. "I just put my heart on someone. But it turns out that this guy ruined it. To make me this." Mayra Timpal.
The middle-aged woman chuckled, "what? Put someone's heart down?" His words were wide open, making the atmosphere of the mosque room a little boisterous. "Never put your hope on anything other than Allah, Ma'am. Let's not hurt. The best of man, no matter how perfect he is, must have a weak spot and forget. So, you will definitely feel pain if the weak spot and the escape tend to envelop someone." Speak at length.
"But I love him!!" Mayra's words were full of repression.
"Well what should I do, Mom?"
"So ask me? Ask your heart, what it wants!"
"I want to be a part of her life!"
"Married?"
"Heem."
"I'm sorry, is that guy still alone?" Telisik the old woman.
Mayra shook her head strongly. "Even he'll be a father, in a few months' time." Her speech.
The woman looked back. "If you were given the chance to choose, what would you choose?"
Mayra shook her head, she was even confused as to what exactly her motivation was to pursue Rais, other than the word love.
"Mr, my message. Do not disturb people who have a family. If it were all you who ngalamin, maybe you would be more than as sick as this time. Learn sincerely, pray for the best. If indeed you still have a match line, not going anywhere. One day I will also be testing you. Don't waste your life lamenting like this. Allah does not like his servant to wail, much less to wail for a male reason."
Mayra bowed, trying to digest the words spoken by the middle-aged woman.
"Seek or leave. This is currently the best choice for you. That is if you want to hear my words. If not, yes whatever. But my message, don't let something like this one day haunt you."
Suasa quiet, look full of mosques no longer exist except the two of them.
"Do you feel wronged by that man? Sorry if my question is disrespectful."
Mayra shakes. It was never for him that a Rais harmed him. Except for feelings, that too Mayra should be ordinary, because the one who does not approve of his relationship with Rais is his family.
"Wantas? What is your motivation that makes you fall like this? Is there a reason for the man to take you back?"
Mayra is back.
"Ah, you're too long-winded. Already, mending you please if you do not leave. The man is not just a man." said the middle-aged woman smiling, "me first, my house far away. Try to think back to my words. If all that happens to you. What are you going to do."
The middle-aged woman was seen stepping away from Mayra. Just three steps. Mayra said to him. "Does love need a reason!" Mayra half-screamed.
"Don't argue in the name of love! If you can't love yourself. Try to respect yourself first, love yourself. Only then did you love someone else" she said, and the woman stepped out of the mosque with a smile.
Mayra was silent, she thought hard. What exactly was the crux of the words of the middle-aged woman just now. This time, Mayra has to fight again with her logic.