The Love Story of the Doctor
Look at Adi

A silent voice brings a thousand lies and lies. So cold to breathe the pain of ari skin, fresh but there was a little fear approaching me.

Suddenly I woke up in bed, and looked at my mother who was still asleep. I step out of the room and sit in the garden not far from Mother's room, I sit and quietly look at the sky which is still decorated with twilight stars in the Western horizon.

I've been watching and living my life all this time, I've learned a thousand stories and I miss the good memories together. When the four of us were kids, and played together. Father often bathed Nem and Dawn when they played in the mud and took a sand bath, Father rubbed their whole body carefully and gently lovingly. I was often dragged by the Father when bathing in the rain and playing in a room with my sister, we dyed Father in the bathroom like a dirty kitten. At that time Mother was rarely home because Mother was a career woman, we had a Shop Selling Motorcycles and New and Used Cars. Mother also has a business Grosiran Clothing Store and retail, busy schedule Our mothers rarely meet and face to face at least at night if not asleep. Mother and father left us to work before dawn and came home midnight, we were only taken care of by ART aka Household Assistant at all times.

Our Aunt Jur often called her job to do all the household chores such as washing, scrub, cooking and cleaning the house and Kak Rani as our caregiver only. Rani is smart, smart and dictatorial. He is the one who makes us able to live independently without the figure of our parents, he is also the one who equips us martial arts just to protect ourselves.

" When hit by the man do not cry if you dare to chase him and reply. Take a stone, throw his head and I'll take responsibility".

Ketus Kak Rani firmly.

" Sister, if his head breaks like where? Get angry with her mama later, won't we sister?".

Ask Nem plain once.

"There's me, afraid of you guys, just fight him!! Just make it one time!".

Said Kak Rani while smoldering.

" Oh, don't take me, don't want me. Mama and her father will come. Where's our nasp?".

Ask Aya anyway.

Rani laughed out loud, though,

"You guys, you can't dare that guy. Your father can compensate....! That's easy, don't be afraid!".

He said confidently.

" Yes too, brother. I may not be angry. Dear dad we deck".

Reply firmly.

We laughed out loud right then and there.

Just imagine us taking a bath in the river and playing under the cow? Not to mention we climbed up the tree and jumped into the river when the flood hit and we took a banana boat to the river. Bananapun trunk we harvest in the field aka steal people's.

Ha..ha.....

Haaa.......🤣🤣

Try to imagine....💫

Bathe in the river during a flood with a roommate and run there here naked??? Wow challenging isn't it? Yes, it was a child wong was not like a child today. We also often steal guava in other people's fields, cut bamboo in the river to become a cannon during Ramadan fasting and the most exciting is playing gasing made of wood.

Out of all the Pete trees and guavas our people cut down just to make our favorite gasing, mantapkan? That's a small part of my memory when we were kids in the village. If it is told 10 years will also not be finished cuy.., Hah.......hah???

But it's all just memories because all I have to deal with is in front of my eyes. Yes my mother is chronically ill, my sister is still a child and Om is making my life suffer.

One paddle 3 straps .... My fate is really messed up and fucked up in my opinion. What did God want me to do, so He gave me such a great trial.... I can't imagine it.

After I finished daydreaming again and took a bath, no long did the azanpun reverberate break the silence. I did my own morning prayer and I poured out my heart to him, only he could be my refuge and my friend complained. Not long ago I woke up and greeted me gently.

"Good morning, my dear?".

Greet Mom with a smile.

"How are you, Mother? Have you prepared this day? I will accompany you...!!".

I answered while hugging Mom.

"Yes, Mom is okay. Just a little claustrophobic. What time does Om say?".

Ask Mom, I just shook my head.

Kudududuk dofa and Wa to HP Om. 💬

Ask again.

It turns out my message was read by Om,

" Yes, I'll be there soon. Patience darling!". Answer the Om again.

'I haven't been able to sleep well for a few days. It was because of that naughty little girl who had already disturbed my heart. I don't know what to do with him, so many times I lose control. What exactly happened to me? Don't understand me!!'.

Mumbled Om somewhat annoyedly.

10 minutes later Om chat again💬

" Have you had breakfast?".

Ask Om.

" The canteen hasn't opened yet".

My answer.

" Want to bring food?".

Ask Om.

" Can't just bother om!!".

My answer.

" What would you like for breakfast?".

Ask Om.

" Whatever. The important thing is to be full!!!".

Reply again.

" Nasi uok or lontong...?".

Ask Om again.

" If both are possible....! He...he...ee!".

Answer me again, joking.

" okay. Slide immediately...!".

Answer the short.

Our chat ended.

Om skated while keeping the promise to bring me breakfast. Um good tumben today, I thought too?

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This is my story, which I give to the reader. I miss you, I love you, but what is my day now you are back home. My prayer is for the father "O Allah forgive my father's sins, ease the torment of his grave, forbid the fire of hell for him, keep him there as You keep me in this world and lay his grave. You are Most Merciful and Merciful, so hear my prayer and grant my prayer. Only to you I ask for protection because You are Great, to you I ask forgiveness for your sins because You are Most Just... Most Holy, Lord of all nature. Amen".

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