Doctor Love Mas Ojol
Strive
The sky has changed, from the light of the sun to the light of the moon, time has changed second by second until the day also changed. The situation is still the same, nothing has changed, Faiz still has no courage to meet Nazra, and Nazra who still refuses to meet Faiz even though there is a very heavy longing in his heart.
"Ndak ngojek Is?" Bu Leni asked breaking the morning silence. Even though they are enjoying breakfast together, no one wants to say hello to each other. No matter what in the family, Mela would usually be chatty but this time a little more calm.
"Ndak buk, Faiz there's a need later in the day." Faiz replied briefly. Perhaps the silence created this morning is the source of this confused single.
"Yes, I hope it is good, Is. Same father you go first." Said Mr. Aji as he got up from his seat.
"We're off. Assalamu'alaikum." Edo said which then followed Pak Aji.
After the departure of Pak Aji and Edo, the situation returned to silence. Mela was busy washing dishes and Ms. Leni was ready to go to the market. While Faiz was still pensive in place without shifting 1 inch from there.
"Why are you so moody as a chicken to get dengue fever?" Mela asked who was curious about her sister's attitude.
"Ready on you, where there's a chicken with dengue fever. Don't be bothered by you later you'll be the strongest nak kasian Edo so widower." Bu Leni continued to respond to Mela's question that did not get an answer.
"Yee I love that horror." Mela replied while criticizing the upset towards the mother.
"Haisss yodah ibuk go to market first. You watch out for your adek, I'm afraid he'll drink the rest of your father's motor oil later." Said Mrs Leni who then passed away to the front door.
"Oh yeah one more, Faiz don't mostly daydream. Later genderuwo who was asked to join nangka junction front possession." Furthermore, Bu Leni half shouted because she was outside the house.
"Yaa kalik who daydreams jenglot drip possessed by genderuwo hahah." Mela said while laughing. There is just this family.
"On the same seneng really like if I'm the droplet mak lampir ngerasukin genderuwo?" Faiz murmured who still looked moody.
"Well, it's getting worse. Ehh is you why the hell?" Ask Mela once again, hope there is an answer this time.
"Sir, if I......" Faiz's words stopped, there were doubts that suddenly arose and made Faiz more moody.
"What?" Mela asked more and more. The boy said, pack a red light.
"Hey tayo what's wrong?" Ask Mela again.
"Heh coriander seeds, mbak again curious also even day. Make it as you. But what is Saturday?" Sewot Mela who got an answer not as desired but Faiz's question still answered.
"Hopefully, the father of the doctor does not have a schedule on campus." Faiz.
"What's the connection?" Ask Mela.
"Ntar if I had so I told mbak." Faiz replied, leaving Mela alone with a million questions, "what's the connection?".
Second by second the clockwise turns alternately, until it arrives at the number 2 which indicates it is already at 2 pm. With the confidence of a half-doubtful heart, Faiz stepped his feet swinging his hands towards the beloved black sikupi.
A few minutes passed until now he arrived at a house that is very familiar. Walking with doubt and fear towards the main door of the house, become a guest in the hope of being welcomed as someone who wants in the future.
Rough breaths are heard clearly as the foot hits the tread, grasak grusuk hands that begin to mendi into a separate rhythm that accompanies him. The door is in front of the eyes, but the hands are reluctant to swing to knock, the lips are silent and the tongue feels confused to just say hello.
"Huhhhhh, may he not exist. O Allah send forth, this is the only way that I can work." Faiz murmured inwardly, his hands squeezing the tip of the shirt he was wearing. His mind raged, his heart was broken, many bad possibilities were haunting him at this time but he should not give up before trying.
"Bismillah."
Tok tok tok tok
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Faiz accompanied by his unusually fast heartbeat without rules.
The door is not open, greetings are also not heard. Faiz's feet retreated one step, his breathing gasping. Is it possible that he is not welcome in this house?
Nope, no. The trial period is 3 times. There are still 2 more opportunities, and must keep trying until those opportunities run out.
Tok tok tok tok
"Assalamu'alaikum". Faiz said once again in the hope that this is the last, there should be no third.
" Waalaikumsalam " Sahutan from inside the house sounds soft and friendly. I hope it's a good start for Faiz.
