THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
SEVEN MONTHLY

Entering Ara's seven-month pregnancy, Ara and Rais plan to hold a seven-monthly thanksgiving tomorrow night. All the preparations had been ripe they planned. So too with their parents. Ara had called her parents so she could visit her residence to pray together.

The Rais family has gathered in the Javanese house. There are those who are making shaved rye, there are also those who are making wet‐kue cakes, such as cucur cakes, fried bananas, dragon sari, and many more.

This time Ara looks fit, unlike the time of pregnancy is still three months old. Right now he is free to devour any food. Without nausea without telenovela scenes.

"Sir, you have to chew the spice, bentar is also okay." Said one of his neighbors who was helping the mitoni event.

Ara's eyebrows appear interlocked, because, he has never encountered the tradition of singing spice rujak.

"Come on, just a moment. Anyway just make it up, make a condition." Said the neighbor back, who directly Ara iyakan.

For some reason, since her pregnancy, Ara was the laziest to touch the kitchen furniture. Let alone the kitchen furniture, to take a bath, Ara had to go through several rituals so that she could brush off her shame that plagued her. However, no doubt the ideas so that he is not lazy to shower a lot that failed. Except the idea of making love with the husband, inevitably, even when lazy he must be obliged to take a bath.

"Aren't you excited about it?" With another neighbor.

"Well how? Wong's son is rich in boys." another timpal. To create a rius gempita atmosphere.

"What is it, Budhe? Who said that it's a guy's son?" Ara was curious.

"Udah is no longer a secret, Nduk. If a pregnant person is born males it is a child. Here, let Budhe suck."

"Udah biarin Budhe .. let Ara who ngulek. ltung-itung brushed off the word males." Say it while laughing.

"Ora no, wong is just a condition. Eman-eman Budhe if you nguleknya terlaly long time, Nduk." Said the neighbor while holding Ara's chin.

"Why is that, Budhe?"

"Well, how is eman. Wong's wife Mas Rais beautiful Masya Allah."

The sounds of rubbing against each other. Apparently the neighbors are indeed many who admire the beauty of Ara which is claimed to be similar to one of the Indonesian artists.

Ara also dissolved in their laughter.

"Mbak Ara's ... Mama Ma'am Ara was in front." Mila said hurriedly walking from outside.

"What a rich man is the beauty of mother Ara. I was not married to Jakarta." Say to one of the neighbors.

Those who had never met directly with Ara Langaung's parents stopped their work, then followed behind Ara.

A jet black Alpard car appears parked in the courtyard of Rais' house. Making the neighbors who had never known the Ara family flabbergasted to see the arrival of the family.

"Was Sugeh? (Well, rich huh?)" Whisper one neighbor to another.

"You didn't go to this doctor's house. Yen's coming, you're definitely gonna have to go."

"Can't you?"

"Well I can, wong lawang omahe wae akeh. I wae confused yor arep metu through lawang sing endi. (the gate people rumahnya aja much. I'm confused about which door to exit.wqt.)"

"Comeo bener. Not wrong blas emang pickae mas milk traders around siji kwi."

The arrival of Ara's parents was greeted enthusiastically by the neighbors who helped the seven-monthly implementation. With Rais' parents. They are both the busiest people preparing everything before the arrival of the besan.

The smile of the sumringah was on both corners of the lips of mama and papa Ara. All of a sudden the woman with the distended stomach ran over and hugged mom and dad. Desire one for the other.

"Kirain Ara, Papa and Mama get on a plane." Said Ara who was still drowning in the arms of the mother.

"Would get on a plane. But, it's not."

"Why, Ma?"

"When Umi Mas Ali came along." Replied the mother made both of Ara's eyes splash outwards.

"Where's Umi?"

"At least until, bring your own vehicle with Mas Ali's sister and driver."

"Where to go, ma'am. Definitely tired. Monggo ngaso first (Let's take a break first)." Said Rais' mother while hugging Mama Ara.

"Thank God, enjoy it very much, ma'am. Wait for the mother of the late Mas Ali first, huh?" Mama Ara's voice was soft.

Before long, a silver pajero car entered the courtyard of the house. A middle-aged woman got out of the car, wearing a maroon-colored robe combined with a wide black hijab. Yes, the family of the late Ali is not much different from the family of Rais. Equally religious.

"Owh is his mother's former husband. Beautiful huh?" Whisper back neighbor Ara.

"Yes, must be the husband of the doctor who used to be handsome. Wong's mother is beautiful."

"Eh but they're richer than the Mas Rais family."

Such was the right-left neighbor of the residence of Rais and Ara. They're good so talk, ugly what else. Everything seems to be a subject of talk.

****

The night had greeted, I saw adzan isya' sounding creepy from the mosque near the house of Rais. There was a noise coming from the house. The neighbors and relatives of the parents of Ara and Rais, nampam are busy preparing an event that will soon be held. The Ba'da isya' religious ritual is about to begin.

Seen a middle-aged woman sitting dumbstruck in the corner of the house with her feet covered with socks light brown. Every now and then his gaze swept over the floor covered by the swing mat. Ara who saw the scene immediately approached the woman, who was none other than the mother of the late Ali.

"Umi why?" Ask Ara softly.

"It's okay. Umi's just tired, son." Smiling words. "Ara, Ali must be proud of you, son. For now you are with the right person and are carrying his seed." Further.

"Amale, Um. May Mas Ali be happy there." Ara replied while hugging her former in-laws.

Before long, the mitoni event or commonly called the word seven monthly is ready to be held. The invited guests have gathered to meet the contents and the courtyard of the house.

at exactly nine o'clock in the evening, the event was over at the helat. All the invitees went home with their own besek or brekat. They greeted Rais as a hopeful host. Many of the neighbors who told Rais if the taste of the rajak serutnya bland even identical no taste. Indicates if the child in the birth of Ara is male.