THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
DEPRESSIVE

Lightning struck whatever was visible before him. The wind swept the atmosphere of dusk in the evening. Clumps of clouds appear so chaotic because of cloudy wrapped gripping. As if hinting, if after this the rain will come down to wet the earth.

Seen the atmosphere looks gripping in a magnificent house located in one of the cities of Solo. Whose house was it, if not the residence of Mayra's parents.

Since her homecoming from Rais a few months ago, the girl decided to go home. Carrying a wound inscribed by Ara, no exception with his love, Rais. Mayra brought all the heartbreaking grief. His brain was as if squeezed by rocks towering on the beach. Mayra seems to be in pain.

Occasionally he shed tears on both sides of the corner of his eyes, but not infrequently Mayra also showed a smile. His gaze was nananr and hollow. Even identical with the look of disappointment.

"Nduk, stop. Don't torture yourself like this." Mayra's mother said, when she saw clear water dripping on both cheeks of the girl.

Mayra's stunned. His lips were as if he was chanting a name that was almost inaudible to the ears.

"The son of Umi is outrageous! Just because of the milk-seller's male problem, it has to get this way." Timpal the father with a look of annoyance.

"Stop, Ash. It's been enough Abu's been blaming our girls!" Tukas the Mother with tears.

"Then? Who should we blame! The man with the wife!"

mother Mayra was silent, her eyes staring intently at her husband. Sometimes he looked towards Mayra who was still silent, but still seemed to make a name.

"If anyone should be blamed in this, it's all Abu." Said the mother furious.

"Lho .. Why is Abu wrong? Where's Abu's fault, Mi?"

"Mother still denies .. If all this time Abu was the mastermind of all this! If Abu had received a proposal from Rais, our young girl would not be like this! Mayra depression caused by what? She was like this because Rais was already married to someone else. Abu know? Why would Rais be able to fight with others? For Abu has rejected him and despised his family!" Seloroh the mother at length. She wanted to slap her husband with past memories. How he humiliated the Rais family in front of his neighbors.

Mayra's father seemed silent, thinking about everything his wife had said just now. All is indeed his fault, which is concerned with property when the princess wants to be edited by a man of his own choice. Rice has become porridge. Want to fix everything? It will only bring futility. Mayra's father covered up his mistake by showing a face that still looks violent and unwilling to apologize to the prospective daughter-in-law who failed.

"Why is Abu silent? See our daughter in gospel? whose gegara depressions are he? What problems? Does Abu not pity our son? Is Abu ready to answer the neighbor's questions that might be gossiping to our families?"

"That's it. We take Mayra to Jakarta. Who knows, there's a peskiater who can ease the burden of his mind."

"So? Abu want to take Mayra away?"

"Not taking it away, Mi. We're gonna go find him some medicine."

"!Mayra's only medicine is one, Abu. And Abu knew nothing of the answer."

Mayra's father fell silent, then the middle-aged man stepped closer to Mayra who was lying on the bed. Occasionally the man with a face full of strokes swept the nanar in both eyes of the princess.

"What do you want, son?" He asked Mayra.

Mayra who looked so messed up with her slightly dry lips answered softly, "Mas Rais." Briefly talk. He called the name so softly, that it was not so clearly heard.

Mayra's father is seen clenching her handbooks. Clenching his jaw until it crackles. He looked as if he wanted to punch something. I don't know what it is, which is clear he then hugged the princess.

"Please, Son. Forget him, Abu will find a replacement for the young man. Better of course." Said the father, this time the two eyes with two sides of the corner are wrinkled look condense. Something was sticking warmly from the bottom of his heart.

Mayra fluttered, her puffy eyes began to water again. Lips that look gnarled he bit tightly before in the end, Mayra rampaged.

"Bad mother. Abu is a really bad guy!" Mayra said.

The girl is depressed, she will always do so when she remembers who caused her not to be in a relationship with aang pujaan.

The mother approached him, the gaze of a full-fledged fisherman was so visible from the two pairs of eyes of the middle-aged woman.

"Nduk ... Don't do that, son? Shame on hearing the neighbors."

"Where's Mas Rais?" A question that doesn't even connect with the mother's words.

Mayra's father looked out of the room, her mother trailing behind, "why did Mayra leave? Where's the ash going?"

"Don't force him, Mom. Either way we're wrong to tell him to come here for our son."

"Umi know what? He should be able to resuscitate Mayra."

"Please beg Abu. Don't be selfish, don't be selfish about Abu's own rights. Enough of our daughter's been locked up. I don't want to see more of this."

"It was precisely Abu who wanted to send Rais here, to resuscitate Mayra."

"If Mayra came to her senses, and wanted Rais to stay with her, what would Abu do next?"

"Eitherway. The most important thing at this time is that Abu will meet Rais first."

****

Three hours Mayra's father scolded the Solo-Klaten journey. Considering tonight's Saturday night, there aren't so many traffic vehicles chasing each other down the street.

"What else is Uncle here for?" Rais's speech was signed by the house. While Ara makes warm tea for the guest.

There was a little bit of anger, but Ara still remained in her position. la laham bet now how the heart of Rais. While stirring the warm tea that lies in front of him. The young mother-to-be seemed to be gently stroking her stomach which looked so bloated.

Ara stepped onto the veranda, carrying a tray containing two cups of tea poci.

Apparently Mayra's father did not immediately answer Rais's question, the middle-aged man was waiting for Rais' wife to come too.

"Look, either Uncle has to talk from where it used to be. Clearly, Uncle needs your help right now. More so you, Is. The previous uncle apologized for Uncle's good-natured attitude towards you."

"Uncle calm down, I've forgiven Uncle. What kind of help do you need from both of us?" Rais occasionally throws a glance at his wife.

Ara looked down, her fingers just stroking her distended stomach.

"Mayra depression." Mayra's father lirih.

"Depression?" timpal Ara was shocked. While Rais seemed to link his two eyebrows.

"Yes, he's been locked up in his room for a few months. Only the name Rais he always called." Say it by letting go of shame.

Mayra's father's words had made Ara pity.

"Then? what can we do for the princess, sir?" ucal Ara iba's.

"I'm asking for help, Rais, please look at Uncle's son. Maybe with your arrival at Uncle's, Mayra's gonna be better." He said, "Uncle beg of you. Only you can mentally awaken my daughter."

"Abi? Shouldn't Abi visit Mayra?" Said Ara while holding Rais' fingers.

"Sorry Uncle. I can't go see Mayra. But, take it easy, I will pray for Mayra's recovery." Rais said without caring about his wife.

"Abi? come with this father. Ummi believes Abi won't disappoint Ummi."

Mayra's father seemed to be bowed in lethargy, as he knew, if his arrival this time was the same as his previous arrival, failed to bring Rais along with him.

"But the disappointed Abi is the same Ummi. It's not supposed to be Ummi telling her husband to meet another woman." Tukas Rais looked slightly annoyed at Ara.

"Ummi doesn't mean rich, Bi. Ummi just pity Mayra."

"We can be pityed, but neither should Ummi say that."

"What's wrong with us humans helping each other, Bi?"

"Your wife is right, ls. I'm just here to ask for help so you can persuade Mayra to be better. Not depression." Mayra's dad's.