THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
DEATH NEWS

The news of Mayra's death was spoken of by word of mouth. Both of the girl's parents were devastated when they learned that the princess had died by hanging herself. The embarrassment they received, was like throwing dog poop right on their faces. His mother's cries could not bring the body back to life. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. Seeing Mayra hanging mercilessly in the middle of the bathroom door.

Neighbors rushed to Mayra's residence when they heard a cry for help accompanied by hysterical screams. Not a few neighbors took the suit down from a rope he made with a sling bag rope. Blood from the nose begins to dry out. Tongue sticking rigid with bluish lip color. Making the neighbors shake their heads as if to regret Mayra's actions.

"Can you get rich gini? Isn't Neng Mayra famous for being very religious?" Say one of the neighbors who took down Mayra's suit.

"Yes, be religious, be depraved even once. We never know what that person's heart is like. Perhaps, all this time Neng Mayra covered everything by pretending to be good in front of everyone." The other neighbor.

Looking at the end of the mattress, the middle-aged man was staring at a notebook. Sure enough, the man read the last message from the princess before hanging himself. His handbooks were clenching strongly. The streaks of sadness were now changed with angry gazes. White paper with Mayra's handwriting. His jaw seemed to shake, while he remembered a name that Mayra had written firmly in her short message.

this is all because of you, ls. Try yesterday you are ready to meet Mayra. None of this would be possible! To him in the heart.

He saw the wife who looked sad. Unable to accept the departure of the baby, Mayra's mother fainted.

The tetagga immediately carried Mayra's mother to a sofa not far from the pat he fainted. There are those who massage the pinky of his feet, there are those who massage the nape of his neck, there are even those who polish eucalyptus oil right on the nose.

The middle-aged woman who is usually familiarly called Umi looks breathless accompanied by coughing. He woke up from his stupor. His mouth raved calling to the now-defunct heart. His eyes refused to open. However, the tears still seem so real from the corner of the mother's eyes.

"Patience, huh? Istigfar, please release Mayra." Said a relative while tightly hugging the frail body.

Mayra's mother remained unmoved, she continued to concoct Mayra's name. It could be, Mayra's mother did not realize that at this time her magnificent house was in a crowd of people.

"Mayra? Kambali, Son?" Hysterical speech.

"Udah, Mi. Ikhlasin Neng Mayra's. Let him calm down there." The other neighbor.

While at Rias's residence. Ara and he did not know that death would be so terrible. The couple was seen walking around the city of Klaten. Pretty sunny afternoon. The air was cool, Ara and Rais decided to spend their twilight with a car walk.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Ehm, what is it? Confused Bi."

"Coconsidered? What does Dedek want to buy? Try tanya?" Canda Rais while stroking Ara's expanding stomach.

"Great, Bi. No longer want to eat anything. We'll just go around, later if Ummi laper, we'll find a place to eat." Ara.

Rais also immediately act on his car pedal, driving around the city while listening to religious songs owned by maestro Maher Zen.

"Oh, yes, Mi? If our child is born a girl? Ummi want to give me whose name?" Ask Rais while focusing on driving.

They both have not prepared a name for the baby. Even entering the age of the womb delapa months, Ara reluctant to meng Ultrasound her. The woman wanted to see the genitals of the baby when it was born.

"Who's Yes, Bi?" Ara asked back and forth with her eyes twirling.

"The Zulva Shyrleey AlMunfiq. Good for Mi?"

"Good Bi. Then if for example a guy is given his name, Bi?"

"Taqqy Ahmad Almunfiq."

"Tuh dengerin baby, Abi you already ready a cool name for grandpa. Stay healthy, son?" Said Ara while stroking her massage.

Not long ago, when they were busy talking about the name of their prospective child. Tetiba Ara and Rais are shocked by a phone call. Ahmad's name is on the screen.

"Assalamualaikum, pripun, huh? What's the afternoon-afternoon phone?" Said Rais while greeting his brother.

"Newspaper? What's the news, Mas?" Tanya Rais put on a serious face.

"Mayra is dead, Is."

"Innalillahi wainnaihirojiun, when is Mas?" Ask Rais back.

"Who died, Bi?" timpal Ara who did not hear their conversation.

Rais only gave the code with his left hand, hinting if he would let him know if he had turned off his phone.

"Today, this is Mas told by a neighbor whose son works there. She said Mayra hanged herself."

"Allahu .. astagfirullah, short of his mind. Yes, I have, Mas. Rais did not go there with his wife, would not be abusive, all of you will go to Mas Ahmad's house." Said Rais before finally turning off the incoming call.

"Who died, Bi?"

"Mayra, Mi. Mas Ahmad said he hanged himself." Rais.

"Innalilahi wainnailahirajiun, seriously Bi? Mayra hanged herself?"

"Yes, Mi. Abi did not expect, short of his mind."

"Is this all Abi didn't find him?" Ara second-guessing.

"Lho's? How could Ummi say that because of Abi?"

"Not because of Abi. He just wants to meet Abi."

Rais smiled, "that's no reason for Mayra to end her life, Mi. Whatever the reason, suicide is not justified."

"Don't you be sad?"

"Sad?"

"Yes, sad!"

"Abi was even more pity and disappointment with her attitude Mi. He studied religion up to the land of people, a long time ago. So, the reason makes no sense. Not with Kadharullah, he ended his life! Did he not think, after life in this world there is still a journey afterlife? It's short of her mind." Rais said at length.

"Come on Bi."

"Ummi why are you so moody?" Rais asked as he held onto Ara's fingers.

"Ummi was sad, try not to be selfish at that time and accept the invitation of Abunya Mayra, Bi."

"Gst ... Mi, do not have a rich mind that, everything has been outlined by God. We are not wrong in this. Abi Ummi's husband, while he? She who? Someone else, Mi. Considered massalu, we used to only like each other and Abi decided to propose, but was rejected outright. If he decides to end his life that way, it's not our fault. We can sympathize with him. But, Abi hope, Ummi do not blame yourself Ummi. We're not wrong."

Ara spread her head on Rais's shoulder that was still focused on driving, her face gloomy.

"We went straight to Solo, huh, Mi? Ummi, why, right?"

Ara nodded silently.