THE DOCTOR'S SOUL MATE
FIGMENT

Four months already living in the city klaten, the more days his relationship with the family rais was getting closer. Moreover, ara who almost every day came to the house of the rais to follow the study led directly by the queen mother. Arapun now already know that rais parents have a pesantre that is quite famous in the city of klaten.

Today he took the initiative to return to Jakarta, he has missed his family, especially his father and mother. Because ara mikih returned to Jakarta on Friday, so he invited mila to accompany him.

Ara was waiting for the mila delivered by her house rais.while waiting for the arrival of mila, ara who had been sitting on the floor of her contract finally entered because her phone rang. The disposition of a mobile phone on the corner table of the living room, he saw there was an incoming call from an unknown number. Arapun does not want to pick it up, because he also thinks that the patient who calls the consultation must be to the other mobile number, a special mobile phone for him to work.

But he saw the same number again calling again up to three calls, finally arapun pick up the phone.

"Assalamualaikum.sorry who ya". Answer ara .

"Waalaikumsalam, this fig, I use the number mas rais, sorry mbak a little late is okay.the tyre of the motor deflates..". Answer the person who called ara and it turned out to be mila.

"Allah mila.kirain mbak who.iya nothing, relax aja...". Answer ara, because indeed ara has not known the number of rais. Ara only keeps her mila and her mother's numbers.

About thirty minutes have been waiting for the arrival of the mila, and finally the mila have arrived in front of the gate rented fig. Arapun immediately rushed out of the house, because it was ready and did not want to linger long afraid of missing the plane.

"Yaudah yuk went straight away, got a taxi online message two minutes away from here." said ara while locking the fence.

"Ooke mbak." replied mila while raising her thumb.

"Yaudah you take care yes mil, do not ngerepotin bu doctor.mbak ask for help ya take care of mila, if naughty jewer aja mbak." said rais advised to mila and ara.

"Siaaap" answered the ara and mila together.

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Arriving at jakarta airport ara has been awaited by pak mus ara family driver.

"Sir mus how are you." asked fig as he walked towards the driver.

"Alhamdulillah both non.sorry the master and the mistress can not pick up non ara.because suddenly there is a meeting in the office he said." said the driver told ara while opening the car door.

"Yes ara tau sir, tadi mamah already tell ara.." answered ara.

"This is her friend non ara." asked the driver while looking at mila.

"Friendly taste sodara sir" replied ara.

And mila did not answer just smile at the driver.

Arriving at home, ART parents open the gate and the car drove into the parent's yard.

Mila who was flabbergasted by the luxury of the fig house, because it was so good and so big that it did not blink at all.

"The mother is a real house." asked mila with a flabbergasted face.

"No, it's an old man's house mbak, if the house mbak not here miles, mbak kontrakin.." answered ara while taking mila out of the car.

"Udah come on in," said ara.

"The power of love mas rais will not be delivered deh.because mbak ara rich gini." said mila in his heart, while following the fig into the house.

"Bi.. please make mila drink yes." said Ara told her ART make a drink.

"Oh yes mil.you want to sleep together mbak or sleep in the guest room." asked ara to mila.

"It's up to me anyway.how good it is.." replied mila, who instantly turned silent as ara familiar usually.

"Sleep together mbak aja.biar can tell our story, about the world of medicine." said ara.

"Yes mbak." replied mila briefly.

"Allah mbak ara turned out to be the son of a very rich man.so not tasty alone so far less polite as mbak ara.. I became embarrassed myself.." said mila in his heart.

"You why miles.capek.yok to the room mbak aja, rest there.." invite ara while pulling the hand mila.

Mila didn't answer just trailing the steps from behind.

"You why so many miles.kok from earlier diem mulu.." asked ara while opening the door of his room.

Not yet had time to answer, he was already surprised by the state of the fig room which was like the bedroom of the princesses of the king in the film.

"Mashaa allah mbak ara.. this room what palace mbak..gede really, it's so cool mbak.." said mila spontaneously.

"Hahahaha.kamu can be a mile..oh yes there is a reading room next to the door of the room mbak, you can go read a book.." said ara while pointing at the door in his room, it turned out that the door was translucent reading room.

"Yes mbak.." java mila with a face feeling shy.

After resting and performing the dzuhur ara prayer and mila rushed to the basement, they left the family room relaxing there. Mila who had felt uncomfortable because she felt bad for the fig, finally opened her voice.

"Sorry mom, my attitude has been good all this time" said Mila...

"Sorry...??? Sorry for what miles.emang you have wrong what mbak ara.." answered ara while staring at mila and think it seems mila did not make a mistake at all.

"Yes.because mila has been behaving spoiled same mbak ara.mila do not know if mbak ara turned out to be a rich man's son. mila so not tasty as mbak fig.." mila replied while looking down.

"Hey.you say what the hell mil..no can not say it.mbak ara do not like.." said ara with a sour face because it does not like the word mila earlier.

"Mbak and parents mbak never distinguish people mil..if mbak feel comfortable with people even though he is poor, mbak will embrace it to be trman mbak...understand..understand dong.." connect ara by following the style of speech mila when requiring something to ara.

"Yes mbak.maafin mila ya.." replied mila while hugging fig.

It was late afternoon, ara and mila had taken a bath and finished the ashar prayer. Arapun offers a call to the road to mila, because their time is not much, Sunday morning they already have to return to klaten.

"Where would you like to go. let's go anterin." said ara offered to mila.

"No ah mbak.dirumah aja not tired.." replied mila with a bad taste.

"Lho emang you are still tired.ayo do not hesitate to say aja go where...old city.monas, so that is taught by ara tourist attractions that are not it until night.

"Truly you can ask anter mbak ara where." replied mila.

"Yes.." answered the fig with a serious face.

Actually mila want to take you to bogor, to his place of studying, yes mila want to ask between figs to faisal place. But mila is afraid to express it, especially jakarta bogor travel quite far. Mila finally did not tell ara about her wish. Moreover, mila thought, if he went to the ponpes where Faisal certainly would have to give pocket money or if not give by by. While mila only have money that is not enough for it all.

But arrived ara invited mila to the place of rais, because ara also already knew about faisal who studied in the city of rain.

"Mil tomorrow to bogor yuk.tengok adek you who mondok there.mbak want to know.." said ara, said,

Mila who did not expect that what she wanted would be realized ara, immediately hugged the fig tightly.

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After dinner with the parents, mila and arapun left the dining room to the bedroom. Because Ara invites mila to sleep in the fig room, then they enter into one room.

"If you're sleepy yet" asked Ara.

"In fact it has not been mbak.mbak already sleepy yes.." ask mila back.

"Not really." she replied smiling.

"Mbak ara..mila can na-nya..no." asked mila slowly.

While squinting her eyebrows ara answered may.

"You know what miles are." ask ara.

"I'm sorry.it's a personal matter." replied Mila, closing her eyes, out of fear.

"Emh..private.yeah may.." answered fig by peeking mila shoulder.

"Try what you said, "" continued Ara.

"Mbak ara already have a friend deket not yet mbak.." asked directly mila without stale bases.

For a moment Ara fell silent and thought of the answer to mila.

"This is a mile." said fig, sighing. Ara also began to answer mila questions while telling stories.

"Semenjak mbak left by the late husband mbak.mbak never thought to open the heart again to each other, because mbak mbak mang can not..."

"Mbak also did not understand why, maybe because mbak too affectionate and love the same late husband mbak..."

"But to be honest, it seems like the end of the day is starting to open a little heart to someone, even if the person does not know what they are feeling...this is the secret of my heart..."

Ara said while reaching for a photo of the deceased ali who was on the table beside his bed, ara saw in the photo and drowned him in his chest embrace.

"Sorry mila ya mbak already asked a pretty personal question as mbak ara.. mila just make sure that mbak ara does not close the heart mbak for anyone other than the late husband mbak..." answer mila while holding the fingers of the fig sitting next to her.

"No matter what miles.. anyways mbak also think,mbak want to have a child dafi uterus mbak.." said ara while holding his stomach.

"If you don't open your heart to others, how can you have children." continued Ara with a smile.

"Mil..asal you know, I open my heart to your mas.but masmu cuek with me, never even see me when again talking...understand that I like her, she doesn't know." said ara in her heart.

"Bobo yok night." said ara.

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The clock shows three o'clock in the morning, ara and mila wake up to perform the evening prayer. After performing the evening prayer, he saw mila who was memorizing the Quran by the fig. Ara who was amazed by the figure of mila, just looking from the corner of the mattress while folding the face he was wearing. After a few minutes of memorizing the verse of Allah, he ended his reading and closed the Quran. Looking at the ara who was looking at him with a sharp gaze, milapun asked.

" mbak fig why mbak.kok see the rich milanya so very.." asked mila.

" not what mil.mbak seneng really denger you najai.apalagi it seems you memorize the verse that you read earlier without seeing the Quran..." answer the fig while stroking the mila hair, which has indeed released its mucus and sits beside the fig.

" this is not how mbak mbak.mila only memorized 7 juz of the Quran.if mbak ara tau mas rais must be more amazed..." mila replied with a smile while telling her that her dear brother was no less good than her.

"Oh yes.cook anyway.emang rais memorized how many juz miles..mbak so embarrassed as well as kalaian.." said ara while lowering her head.

"Memorized 30 juz mbak, and mas rais used to also often participate in hafidz competitions, now mas rais every harbis magrib ngajar njai in masjdi mbak." replied mila.

"Eeh kenaoa mbak ara shy.. don't be ashamed mbak, we're still learning stage.." added mila.

"Mashaa, allah, but why did you not visit the mosque miles, why not just dipesantrennya aja.." ask ara continued.

"Mas rais does not want to mbak. he said it is better to teach in the mosque, because there are many children who have not entered the pesantren because they are small, so mas rais decided to teach in the mosque,,,,, and so he decided to stay in the mosque,,, moreover, the boarding school is a bit far from home, it takes an hour and a half.." replied mila with details.

After enough talking, they came out of the room to breathe fresh air. Ara deliberately invites mila for jogging before leaving for bogor.

"Mil this shoes pake..ayo jogging.." invite ara while giving a pair of sneakers to mila.

"Kok mbak ara has the size of mila shoes." replied mila while curious.

"Yes, it's a mile.the baby was once as small as you.." he said with a laugh.

After returning home from jogging, they both prepared to be ready to go to the place where Faisal studied.

Dad and mom are waiting at the dinner table.

"Assalamualaikum mah.pah.."salam ara welcomed his parents who had been waiting for him in the dining room.

"Waalikumsalam.your where are you going on tidy.." asked father ara, mother fig just smiled while putting food into her mouth.

"Yes mah..pah.today mila want to go to bofor, ngunjungin mila adeknya ngunjungin adeknya who school there.." replied ara sambik smile and look towards mila.

"Yes sir.bu.. can be mbak ara nganter me.." asked mila to the parents ara.

"Yes can dong dear.yah if breakfast first.biar no bad luck." Ara's mother replied, as she offered them breakfast.

After breakfast ara and mila ready to rush off to bogor. Because ara decided to bring his own vehicle, then rushed to heat the car in the garage.

Father and mother fig who is on holiday to the office, they approached mila who was alone because left ara heating the car.

"Dek..sini mom and dad want to ask something.."call mommy lepada mila. She asked Mila to sit in the house.

Milapun move and immediately walk to where mom and dad sit.

"You're so rich, you're a big brother..?" Ask the mother without a stale ado.

With a scared face, because the takit error also mila answer the question of mother fig.

"I.iya ma'am.pak..i have an older brother, but they are not related kok ma'am.pak.." replied mila while looking down, because mila knows even if her brother is related to figs will definitely not be approved by the parents of figs. Because mila knew figs from a wealthy family.

"Son.you are a good girl, your mother and father can see that from you, even though we have only met you for a few hours.definitely your brother is also a good boy..." swab mom fig with a smile.

"Mom saw ara also seems very happy to know you.may mother and father hope, so that you can get closer to your older brother.that's even if your sister is still alone..." pinta mother fig while holding a finger mila.

"I'm sorry mom.pak..I can't.because it has to be from both of their hearts.." replied mila, with a sense of relief also of course, because his su'udzon mind did not happen.

"Yes, too." answered the mother, laughing to see the father.