THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
ACCIDENT

Dusk had gone and changed with the night, Rais never went home, to make Ara and Mila was made anxious. Moreover, Rais did not bring a cell phone. It was seen the officer walking towards Ara's house and saying goodbye.

"Mas Makruf? Where did my husband want to sell milk?"Ask Ara to one of her employees. The beautiful woman was panicked and agitated.

"Well, Mas Rais hasn't come home yet? The sale was to the same residential area as Al-Aqsa, Mbak, Handoko said. Yeah, so Han?"

"Enggeh Ma'am, wong this afternoon I natain bottles milknya."

"That's yeah? Where the hell are you, Bi."

"Do I need to suckle Ma'am?" Tawar Handoko is one of his employees.

"Ngerepotin isn't Mas Han?"

"Enggeh mboten's. I sucked it up, Ma'am."

"I'm all melu, Han." said Makruf.

"Have you guys been careful, huh?"

From inside the room, Zulva and Zulvi's baby look fussy, crying does not want to stay still. Until it makes Mila who is guarding him also confused.

"Bocil why crying continues, Ma'am? Are they laper?" Ask Mila when Ara gets into the room.

"No idea, Deck. The person from earlier has already *****." Answer Ara galau.

"Mas Raia hasn't gone home yet?"

"Not yet, so Handoko same Makruf want to find your Mas."

"Oh Allah, where did Rais go. Make people panic." Mila's grumbling is upset.

"Assalamualaikum." a voice said a greeting from outside the door of the house.

"Abi? Waalaikumsalam," said Ara as he splashed forward.

"Abi? Astagfirullah ... Abi why?" Said Ara when she found her husband wearing egrang.

The beautiful demonstration immediately embraced the husband with endless tears. " Abi why? What happened to Abi?" Ara just kept on messing around.

"Ssttt .. don't cry, Mi. Abi's okay, just a little sprained."

"Blooded why? Abi why?"

"Let's go in first, Abi's story later."

"Astagfirullah ... Mas Rais! Why, Mas?" Mila shouted from the door.

"Sir, please take a drink for your Mas." Pinta Ara to Mila.

"Yes, wait." Mila said pouring into the kitchen.

"Why do you wear egrang?"

"Come Mi's accident."

Hearing the word accident, Ara's inner self was getting crushed. She remembers what happened a few years ago that resulted in her husband's death. The tears seemed to be unstoppable again, the beautiful woman immediately embraced the body of the husband.

"Ummi please, no more sales, Bi. Ummi doesn't want Abi to do anything?" He said sobbing.

"Gst ... Abi's okay, just sprained, Mi."

Ara continued to shake her head, "Ummi doesn't want to lose anymore."

"Lost what? Abi is okay. You see you can still smile, right?"

Ummi dengerin Abi's. It is God's will, and every work is risky. Ummi is not afraid. Mate, fortune and death, it is the secret of God. No matter how we are, we will never get away from it all."

Ara was still sobbing, the woman was really afraid that the events that befell her husband would repeat themselves. How devastated would he be if all of that befell his little family.

"Drink first, Mas." asked Mila to Rais, "Mas Rais really can fall, try the story." he continued.

"Yes, just now Mas want to cross, love milk for children who are begging. No motorbike, wong motornya Mas parked under a tree. Pas nyebrang, suddenly there is a flock of children carrying a motorcycle fast, until Mas in srempet."

"So far as what wounds mas, other than the legs are thought." Ask Mila curious.

"It's the same arm, asphalt wound."

Ara can be seen standing from her seat, she walks towards P3K which is located next to the room door.

"Open her clothes," Ara's pinta was still with a patter of tears.

"Why do you want to do something?"

"You see the wound on Abi's arm" Ara said, unbuttoning Rais's shirt.

Mila, who saw the scene, chose to move and enter the room to accompany Zulva and Zulvi.

"Pantesan daritadi Ummi same thought Abi, even Zulva same Zulvi nangis mulu."

"Yes, sorry Abi ya Mi. I did not say the same thing to Ummi if Abi wants to ngider."

"So don't pay, don't bring HP. How come Ummi's not freaking out, Bi?" Ara cried again when she saw the bloody wound on her husband's right arm.

"I'm sorry Abi, not that Abi won't take Hp, but Abi forgot, honey."

Ara looked closely at Rais's two eyes, as if pleading with her husband not to plow milk anymore. "For what Abi hired them, if Abi still hands in sales himself!"

"Ommy?"

"Ummi's angry again, Bi. Ummi doesn't want anything to happen to Abi."

"Yes dear, sorry Abi. Don't be angry anymore. Abi's home healthy."

Ara hugged Rais, "Abi knows how ragasanga is so Ummi who has lost a meaningful person in life?"

Now Rais understood, how dear and loving Ara to him, so he did not want anything to happen to him.

"Assalamualaikum," a greeting voice sounded from behind the door of the house.

"Waalikumsalam," answered Ara and Rais in unison.

"Makruf and Handoko." Said Ara while walking towards the door.

"Ngapunten Mbak Ara, Mas Raisnya has arrived home?"

"Thank God, Mas. That's the guy,"

"Astagfirullah, what's wrong with Rais?" Handoko and Makruf said as they walked towards Rais.

"Dicium asphalt." Answer Rais laughed.

"So I told Mas Rais not to sell. Guttyel." Handoko.

"Tomorrow if my husband wants to sell, no more. If it's still ngeyel, report me." Ara says.

"Enggeh Ma'am. Tuh, Mas. Dengerin his wife said. Inget, Ridho's wife is the same as Ridho Allah." Makruf cengengesan.