Doctor ASHA And KOMPOL BIMASENA

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Doctor Asha and KOMPOL Bimasena Part 39

By Sept

ASha POV

The hospital is like a second home. I even memorized and was so familiar with the smell, because so often I came into contact with drugs. If I used to always treat other people, these past few months I've been the one that people treat. Yes, the man in white with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

I don't know how many stitches I got, from accident injuries to family disputes. Yes, it may be true that God tests His creatures with what they like. Like me and my older brother, Mas Andri.

We always get along well since childhood, even we like stamps and envelopes. Even Mas Haris once misunderstood, thinking Mas Andri was my lover. No, she's not my boyfriend. He was my second love after my father.

My first love was definitely the greatest man in the world. The father who was always there when I fell, the father who always had many ways to strengthen me. I may look strong on the outside, but you know how fragile my heart is.

As my heart grew tired, I put it all in prayers on each of my bow. I hope God will strengthen my fragile heart.

Although sad, because of my brother-in-law's attitude. I have no grudge against them. Before they apologize, I'm definitely sorry. I know that man will never escape from wrong and caliphate. And for my brother, and my dear wife. When you read this, and I know you're reading it.

Just one thing I want to say, I love you. No matter too many misunderstandings that occur, no matter how many hearts have been hurt lately, rest assured, I miss the warm days when we were together. The days when we all joked together. The happy days of the first time Mas Andri brought a heart to the house. A kind woman whom we once loved dearly.

And for the man who has filled my heart, not the first love, but the love of everything. Husband ...

I'm never ashamed to say I love you to her, because I really like her. The man I never wrote to when I was a teenager, the man who always studied with Nia while bringing a lot of chocolate and a lot of snacks.

I remember very well that moment, because once I got chocolate from my brother's friend, who is now my husband. I shared the food he gave me, I gave it to my friends.

I remember very well, yes ..every time he gives something I will give to friends. I just found out last year that she's been in love with me since she was a teenager. A fact that was quite a bit of a shock for me. She never told me when to fall in love with me, which I knew she suddenly came in her handcuffs.

When I remember that moment, I still like to smile myself. My husband who looks firm, fierce in front of his coworkers. When he's with me, he'll be tame. Sometimes it's more than our son Zidan.

Once upon a time, we brought Zidan to live together. At that time my husband was going to work, Zidan did not want to be separated from the sling all day. I persuaded Zidan, because the duty of the state is still primary.

There was no other way, I took the streets of my first son. He forgot and was not fussy. When I was tired outside the house. We both went home and many neighbors greeted us. They were also surprised, whose child I brought.

"This is my son, Zidan!"

I've always been proud to mention my son's name to people who say hello. They must have felt strange, the years I lived in this complex 5 years, suddenly had a child who had grown up. Yeah, because Zidan's been living with Ardi, my sister-in-law. A choice is very difficult and enough to make my heart ache if you remember those days. The day I was just friends with the lonely.

After greeting many neighbors, we returned home. In front of the house, right next to our house. Widower house, young, good looking, and car showroom entrepreneur.

"Where are you from, Sha?" ask the widower flirtatiously. How not flirtatious, his face was bright, his smiles were unclear to us.

"Last walk!" I answered briefly and then took Zidan to the fence. Uh, my son won't even come in.

And the widower approached us.

"Who, Sha? Hi handsome ... What's your name?"

The widower started PDKT with Zidan, and I just glanced.

"Zidan!" replied my son loudly. Zidan is so confident and never shy. Really the picture of his father.

"What money?"

"Already school?"

Zidan looked at me, indeed Zidan had not gone to school, but we had brought a tutor early on. Even Zidan is also good at teaching. Even though I have not lived together all this time, I still try to get my son the best. I took care of all Zidan's needs from his early education and religion. Thank God, Zidan grew up smart and good. Although only 4 years old, he is already like a 6/7 year old child.

"Zidan want to play with Om?"

In my heart I shook my head hard, well can be bad later if Bima mas know. The problem is, all this time Bima was the hottest with my widower neighbor.

Rista was often caught stealing glances when we were jogging when not with Zidan. Even CCTV footage often shows that the widower is always watching our house. I don't know what the end is. To the extent that Mas Bimasena was always jealous.

Now, I can't do anything, when Zidan enters cheerfully into Rista's mas room.

"Let's play in my house!" exclaim that man.

"Mas Rista doesn't work?"

The man smiled broadly.

"It's okay!"

I smiled wryly, which is okay. He's the boss.

***

In the afternoon.

As soon as the roar of his car sounded, Zidan immediately ran out. Just as his father opened the door, Zidan immediately asked for a sling. Bimasena took Zidan into the house.

"What, Zidan wasn't fussy?"

I want to answer, but Zidan answers first.

"Dad! It was fun playing with Om Rista!" chirp Zidan.

'Astaghfirullah!' my inner. I gulped as my husband stared with a hostile look. I will definitely be punished.

"Om Rista?" repeat husband.

Zidan nodded excitedly.

"Zidan .. Dengerin Dad. Don't play next to the house. The danger! There's a culture."

I looked up, what crocodile? As for Zidan, instead of being afraid he seemed very curious. And I'm really afraid.

After last night I got a sentence from the youngest commander, the next day when my husband was on duty, Zidan made me worry.

"Mother ... Let's go to Om Rista's house. Zidan wants to see the crocodiles!" renggek Zidan's.

SERIATE.