DiLeMa LOVE

Love's Dilemma

It was around nine, when Syifa threw out the trash. Syifa saw Adi, really Adi, was playing basketball in front of the house. Although blocked by the fence Syifa sure very well that he is Adi his lover. His body posture and style of play he memorized.

As a result, he began not to focus on work. All sorts of thoughts bothered him. More feelings on the doctor Vishnu, a notification from the school that told him to take the follow-up exam, plus Adi his lover turned out to live in front of the house where he worked.

Fortunately, Dava still can't do anything, the important thing is carried, drink milk, change diapers, well not run around until it falls. The most striking change, Syifa rarely invites Dava to talk.

"Syifa don't daydream, ntar den Dava fell you know" said Inah mbok that afternoon. When they had lunch

" Oh, sorry" Syifa stammered, hurriedly checking the wheels of the baby carriage which she had already locked.

"What's wrong? mbok perhatiin, from earlier you bengong mulu."

"Ah no papa mbok, just, kind of kangen aka the atmosphere of the house" Syifa lied.

"Oo... If that's mah you have to be strong, let your problems quickly finished, yes to?" advice mbok Inah who already know a lot about Syifa.

"Yes mbok, mbok really, oh yes mbok, can Syifa ask for help?"

"Solicit what please? as long as mbok can definitely help mbok"

"Gini mbok, I didn't get an SMS yesterday from my uncle in the village, he said there was a letter from the school, I told him to take a follow-up exam"

"Lha is good, you have to go any way"

"But mbok, the test is tomorrow morning, continue with Dava?" Syifa hung up her sentence.

"Please Syifa, let Dava be with me"

"Mbok must be bothered if you have to cook the same with Dava."

"Ah don't bother, nyuci we can loundry, the cooking can wait you go home right?"

They have been discussing it for a long time. Finally confidently, Syifa took the opportunity. Later that night he will ask permission from Doctor Vishnu. Mbok Inah said, Doctor Vishnu is a good person, he will definitely allow.

It is unexpected that the doctor Vishnu was very supportive of his decision. He even allowed Syifa to use his personal library. Find the books needed. Surely Syifa was very grateful because honestly he did not have a book to read that night. He planned to leave early in the morning to study at the library. But good fortune seemed to be on his side so he easily found all the books he needed, without even going out of the house.

After searching, Syifa finally found a book 5 cm thick with a large size. Written with capital letters on the front cover 'GROUP OF NATIONAL EXAM MATERIAL 'he carried written any subjects contained in it. Without a second thought Syifa immediately picked up the book.

"Good choice"

Syifa jumped in shock to hear the voice of the doctor Vishnu, who had been there since when.

"Ah doctor Vishnu, the doctor surprised me" said Syifa while stroking the chest.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean that, here let me help you choose the right material" he said in a relaxed but indisputable tone.

Syifa looked in disbelief.

"But the doctor, I ... I...." Syifa stammered, not knowing how.

"Dry!" he ordered while sitting on a bench located right in the middle of the room.

Dutifully Syifa stepped forward, pulling out a chair right in front of Vishnu's doctor. They sat face to face, separated by a sturdy and shiny wooden table. Doctor Vishnu grabbed the book Syifa brought and immediately searched the pages he wanted.

"What lesson tomorrow?"

"The same history of Geography" replied Syifa doubtfully.

This crazy, inner Syifa when smelling fresh aroma from across, which can make him agitated for a moment.mas can restlessly sit together gini sir doctor, this should not happen. Syifa took a deep breath. Steady heart so as not to fall asleep to the charm and goodness of the doctor.

"Well for the two students, the point is you have to read it often"

Quiescent. Only the sound of the sheets of paper were carefully opened. Syifa could not help but stare at the serious face. So authoritative, loving, kind and despite his age is no longer young, but his face and attitude at this time shows the best.

"What's Syifa?" asked the doctor Vishnu gently there was a mysterious smile that vaguely lipped the doctor Vishnu when messing with Syifa daydreams.

Doctor Vishnu got up from his seat, circling towards Syifa. Standing right beside Syifa. Syifa's heart was beating fast. The terrifying shadow of his friends in the village flashed in his mind. The faces of comrades in arms who came home pregnant without a husband. Plain girls who are forced to complain to the city with minimal skills are victims of lust.

With clumsily Syifa shifted her seat. All sorts of anticipation swirled in his brain. Unfortunately the room was so clean there was only a set of table chairs that they now occupied and thousands of neatly arranged books around them. The tail of his eyes kept turning in search of a way of safety and he could feel a little relieved when he saw the door open wide. He can shout out loud so that mbok Inah will come.

Doctor Vishnu stretched out his hand right in front of Syifa's chest. Syifa choked, frozen and mute.

"I'm sorry, it looks like I'm keeping a pen in the drawer" he said as he opened the desk drawer.

"Oh ... " Syifa could only get the word out when Vishnu's doctor grabbed the pen in question.

Doctor Vishnu began to open page by page, explain succinctly and circle the points that are considered important. His attitude is so natural and sincere. Syifa secretly regretted having been so bad to her. It is undeniable that his brief explanation is very easy to understand. Learning with him was fun even though it was very stressful at first for Syifa.

"Hows it? anything to ask?" he asked like a teacher.

"No Doc"

"Well then, before the test tomorrow you just reread the points that I've circled, now rest, it's night" he said as he walked out of the room.

Syifa looked at Vishnu's back and disappeared. As soon as he was sure Vishnu's doctor had returned to his room, Syifa covered her face with both hands.

"Don't be crazy Fa, you have Adi, don't tell me you like Vishnu's doctor, it can't happen, he deserves to be your father" Syifa whispered to herself. "Remember Adi lives in front and do not look away especially with an aged widower" Syifa still raved his heart, which he thought was too easily charmed

Syifa, tidied the table staring at the book she was holding. Breathe in, resolve to step towards and succeed, put aside his feelings even feelings for Adi, with the ultimate weapon of debt to Bob who will drag him into big trouble if not he repaid. He did not want to lose the only thing left by his hands. But he also will not allow himself to be the third wife om Bob.

Lama Syifa pensive. Negotiate with his heart. Think of a better way out than to continue working as a domestic assistant. Without realizing there were people who were hurt to hear his words. Despite the ominousness, the voice moved too far due to the quiet atmosphere.