Doctor Naura

Chapter 25 Agree

The anticipated saturday arrived. Saturday is my day off at the hospital, while I don't take doctor shifts so I have plenty of time at home. And since hiring a security guard, no more strange events have happened. Fredy sometimes keeps watch while watching tivi 10 inc installed in the guard post room. Mr. Rohim came home after Magrib when Fredy came. Although it has been added to the installation of CCTV and Fredy guards at night, but bang Zamy even little by little brought his clothes to my house.

"Kok every day bang Zamy even sleeps here anyway, there is already CCTV and Fredy just in case." I asked a few hours ago. Bang Zamy looked at me like he didn't like it. I know he's just kidding.

"It looks like someone's driving your brother away, huh...?" Bang Zamy asked me a question.

"Not driving away.., but just confused...." I'm talking relaxed.

"Hemz.., I was afraid the bad guy would come again. But right now, brother instead takuuuttt..," Bang Zamy deliberately stopped talking to let me be curious.

"Fear what?" I asked directly.

"Fear of sweethearts like young guards and handsome...." Bang Zamy joked. I just grinned cynically while pinching his arm. She was in pain but I didn't care, then went to the kitchen, helping Mairoh cook.

***

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon I finished the bath to help yuk Mairoh cook. I stood on the side terrace connected to the kitchen, waiting for the presence of the father and mother of Mentok. Bang Zamy hasn't returned from work yet. He schedules inpatient visits at the RSBT. Sometimes I sit in a plastic chair while playing. Sometimes I also cut the roses that have blackened and withered. I pulled out the wild grass around it. Satisfied waiting for me to take a broom, sweep the yard again, clean up the old pieces of withered roses that I accidentally scattered.

"Mother and father came here in what order did Doc....?" Yuk Mairoh idly asked to see me agitated from earlier. I turned towards Yuk Mairoh who was busy washing dishes.

"Just want to see us yuk Mai. It's a matter of parents always worrying about hearing their children being bullied by people." I explained the point to both of them. The first real point is, mom and dad wanted to talk about our marriage with my real parents. Mama Erlinda and my real father from a legitimate marriage, Mr. Ram.

"Denger-denger mbak same doctor sir doctor Zamy want to get married?" Yuk Mairoh smiled at me. I was a little surprised why Yuk Mairoh knew while I had never told him.

"Lho ayuk knows? From whom?" I'm curious.

"Oh, Allah is a doctor, his name also lives in the village, in a small town, and the doctor is the same doctor as well as a respected and famous person here. Lha let alone news about marriage, wong you guys sure* there might be a record." Yuk Mairoh explained. I was silent, half of my heart confirmed what Yuk Mairoh said. Living in a more dominant society finds out the stories of others from strangers, rather than from direct sources. This causes a shift in facts and opinions in society. I just smiled and nodded a little.

"The name also lives with heterogeneous societies yuk.., sometimes...."

Just now I want to explain more, suddenly the sound of dad's car horn sounded. Instantly I poured out again like a kindergarten boy excited to get his parents home from work with souvenirs in hand. My mother immediately pointed at me, while my father after parking the car into the garage directly walked to the guard post. I met Fredy. It didn't take long, they looked familiar and well-matched. Sometimes they heard their voices laughing.

"Momuuu..," I hugged my mother with the remaining indulgence. Mother was still with her treatment first, kissing my head many times.

"You're healthy, aren't you, baby? You're all right, right? Where's Zamy? Is Zamy healthy too?" Mom looked worried.

"Okay mom, thank God we're all healthy." I'm explaining.

"What about those things Zamy mentioned? Has it been destroyed?" Mother asked again with concern.

"The evidence was taken to the police station ma'am...." I explained in astonishment. When did bang Zamy tell the incident to mom. And he never told me. Usually he would tell me that he had talked to Mom.

"Where's office? Far what not?" Mom's back talking.

"Not so far away ma'am, at least half a kilo meter from here. I'm explaining.

" Yeahhh...." Suddenly she screamed for dad. Fredy and Dad looked over. Then with a sour face my father approached us.

"Why call dad a possessed person?" I looked at mom.

"Righten the car again, take the mother to the sari park police, mother wants to destroy the mouth sent by the bad guy." Mother explains. Dad just smiled.

"Aiihhh.., come on ma'am, let's just go get some rest. Nauraaa.., please make daddy coffee bitter black." Dad stroked my head fondly, I then kissed his hand. Then he took us both into the house.

"But yeah...." Mom wants to protest.

"That moor will self-destruct through the strong defensive fortress ma'am."

"How can you?"

"Yes, multiply prayers, remembrance and sodaqah, then it can refuse reinforcements." Dad explained at a glance. Mother was silent according. He put his clothes bag into the master room.

"should have been destroyed. Previously Naura and Zamy told the first step seven times the shipment while saying 'High my fate from the one who sent it down....'" Mother grumbled then sighed slowly enduring the disappointment. I laughed while pinching my cheek.

"What the hell dad, sick tofu...." Mom became a sewot.

"Finally mom, yes, a head of service believes so...." Dad laughed at the mother who was getting sullen. I smiled as I walked towards the kitchen, making my father's black coffee bitter and thick.

"It's quiet mom.., Zamy has taken the right steps by hiring security guards and cleaners while helping to keep the day, After all CCTV has increased. Let us pray, may our children be protected by God." I persuaded the mother who was still worried. Not long ago, the voice of Dzuhur's adhan was reverberating. Dad got up from his seat.

"Where's daddy mom's holster?" Father asked while glancing at my whereabouts. Mom opened the bag, then pulled out a glove and black peci with golden trim.

"Nauraaa.., just put the coffee on the table, I'm going to the mosque first. Where's your bike key?" Daddy dyed looking. I usually hang them on the shabby hardpoints next to the living room door. I immediately brought my father's ordered coffee, put it on the table and looked for a key that wasn't in its usual place.

"In the morning the bang Zamy who wears it, he's out to buy fusui and pastries." I told her while looking for her. Then I went to the garage where the bike was parked. There was also no key left there.

"Ah come on, I borrowed Mairoh's bike. Maaaiy...." Dad called yuk Mairoh.

"Yes sir. Do you need anything.?" Yuk Mairoh came in a hurry. He was preparing lunch for us.

"Back borrow your bike for a second...." Father walked towards yuk Mairoh who was instantly startled.

"Ah anu pak anu.., eeeehhh.., sorry sir, anu...." Yuk Mairoh hesitantly replied.

"Anu Anu Anu from earlier why Mai?" Dad was confused himself.

"Motor Mairoh was worn by husband yesterday sir. After bensiiinn nah Mai ndak tau.., earlier Mai has been pushed from there. Mai's plan is to buy a canteen to fill here. But not yet semaattt...." Yuk Mairoh pointed towards the front of the road where he said he had pushed the bike.

"Well, salaaammm...." Father passed by with a face holding back laughter.

"Who's your gardener Naura's name?" Father turned around to ask me.

"Sir Rohim yah." I answered. Father then patted his hands together, calling Mr. Rohim with his antikiknya motor out of the fence of my house to go to the congregation prayer mosque.

"Wait sir, hitchhiking...." Dad immediately went up to the back of Rohim who looked hesitant. Sure enough, as soon as father boarded, the motorcycle of Mr. Rohim who was not clear brand again was immediately dead. Dad turned to us on the terrace that was so clumsy. Fredy gave me the keys to his race bike. 'The 'Kauskaki' fist was red, but the father refused with his hand, then half-run down the sidewalk to the mosque. Before far away mom yells at dad flirting.

"Well...." I looked over at my mother's call.

"Chayooo yah., the reward is doubled...." Mother continued. Dad smiled amusedly. Behind him following Mr. Rohim tried to align his steps with a long step father. The bike's been taken Fredy, put back in my yard. Mom, me and yuk Mairoh immediately looked at me and laughed together because it was funny while entering the house. Then, I took the phone and called bang Zamy.

"Why Bee? Brother's about to finish and go home...." There was a sound of bang Zamy through a cellular connection.

"Wagging home isn't okay either. Just tell me where your motorbike key is?" I replied pretending to be sadistic.

"Hahaha.., "Bang Zamy even ngakak.

"Why laugh? Where'd you put the keys to the bike?" I asked back.

"Yes, I forgot to tell you. My brother put his wallet under the seat and bought a cake. Hahahaaa..," I heard the sound of bang Zamy getting bigger and bigger.

"Well continues?" I became astonished.

"Well, right in the garageii, hahahaaaa.., brother open his seat take again tuh wallet. Fitting take the wallet, the key that has been pulled after the motorcycle seat is open, fell down the seat and brother already pressed it. Haha...,"

"So?" I'm flustered.

"So yaaaa.., the key is under the motorcycle seat hahahaaa...." Bang Zamy returned with his laughter.

"Allahuakbaaarrr..," I heard him.

"Eittthhh.., don't be mad Bee Iamaang, there's a key to absorb." Bang Zamy teased me.

"That's the problem." I answered.

"Why problem?" Bang Zamy asked back to hear my answer.

"That's the absorbent key. The first key doesn't even know where the rimba is...." I'm explaining.

"Oooww.oowww...." Bang Zamy was silent.

"Please wait for your brother to come home, Bee. Aih..., brother is kangen again...." Bang Zamy started to bother me. But I was so happy to hear every time he said he missed me. There was a warm sigh piercing my heart. I miss you, too, bang Zamy. My smile immediately expanded with meaning and hope.

***

"Bachelorette is so careless...." Mom talks while pinching bang Zamy's shoulder.

"Awww.., mom how the hell, just play the pinch. Wrong Zamy what's trying?" Bang Zamy pretended to be confused. His eyes looked at me meaningfully.

"What reports have reached the mother's ears?" He swerved closer to me. I instead shifted to sit away from the Zamy bang and got closer to my mother.

"What report? Wong Naura only confirmed the motorcycle key case. You know, I was gonna wear it.., weekkk!!!" I made fun of him by sticking out his tongue. Bang Zamy glared at me then he tapped my head slightly.

"Basic spoiledaa...."

"Mom look at bang Zamy...." I stood up and sat to his right, Mother. Mom just shook her head.

"It's still like yesterday. Dogs and cats scrambling to win get a piece of bone." Mom mumbling. Me and bang Zamy looked at each other and smiled. Somehow for the next time came the beautiful naughty vibes. I was happy to look at his often nosy face.

"Zamy if you have lunch, take a quick shower, immediately also dressed neatly. We're going to Ram's and Erlinda's. I want to propose to their biological children to be the favorite daughter-in-law in this house." Mom excitedly spoke. It sounds strange indeed, we have been with 28 years of feeling as a biological child, now mom will propose to me to be her daughter-in-law. Ah.., this is the turn of life. I can't guess what will happen tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Bang Zamy immediately entered the room leaving us who were ready for the friendship to the house of papa mama.

***

Ten minutes waiting, bang Zamy was out of the room wearing fine blue jeans paired with Dunhill short-sleeved shirts dark blue soft white. His fresh face was getting handsome. An expensive watch was attached to his left wrist. While his dense black hair was neatly arranged. The dark gray socks he had already worn anyway. The gentle fragrance of the branded perfume spray also perfumes the room. I'm grounded. His handsome face with a sharp nose with sexy lips is tempting faith. His athletic body in a sporty style plus pure white skin weakened my fully mature soul. The little jakunnya that poking memenggul memuku only more. He's a luxury for me. He raised a strange vibration again.

"Okay the prince is ready." The sound of bang Zamy as he spread out his hands resuscitated me. I blinked a few times to drive away the wishful thinking and hayal that had slipped.

"Just like that? Wouldn't it be neater to wear material pants and a long shirt....?" Dad responded to the very trendy appearance of bang Zamy. I smiled shrugging towards bang Zamy.

"Is the shirt white?" Bang Zamy asked the father with both palms. His shoulders raised high.

"Suell up." Dad seriously responded.

"What are we going to promote today?" Bang Zamy sat down near my father.

"Kok promote?" I was confused by myself because of the work of bang Zamy.

"Zamy's a doctor what's the sales?" Bang Zamy smiled seductively at the father who chuckled to himself.

"I mean dad, don't be so handsome, you'll never think you're a father's son...." Daddy revenge banged bang Zamy. We laughed, were so happy with them. We went out of the house together. Mr. Rohim and yuk Mairoh help bring various cakes and fruit parcels as a hand. Mother did not forget to bring a set of red songket cloth for mama, similar to the one she was wearing. While the gift for papa has also prepared a sarong cloth brand 'Wadimpor' and leather jacket branded bought in 'Ramayani'. I wear a beautiful, elegant old ping-colored robe with a little heart-red list. Many times I have praised my beauty. While the perfecto father with material pants and a blue shirt wrapped in a new black suit that also costs 'wah'. We got in the car bang Zamy, the driving father, me and mom in the back seat while the bang Zamy sat on my left. We went with bismillah.

"By the way, for example. Naura's biological parents disagree...." Dad started talking on our trip.

"Papa agreed well." I cut off father's conversation.

"Your mother?" Dad looked at me through the middle rearview mirror.

"I don't know yeah." I don't know what your mom's decision will be. Looking at the time he came to my house, I was sure that he would oppose my marriage and bang Zamy. She prefers Naura to be married to bang Zamy.

"Well, for example, your father has agreed. What if your mom forbids it?" father continued again.

"Let your mother not like.., your father also melaraaang..., although the world menolaaakkk..., I taaak takuuuuttt..., I still say I loveaa.., Naaauuuraaaaa...." Suddenly the handsome doctor sitting next to my father sings like a professional singer, Judika. He uses the phone as if it were a microphone. I can't stand it. I slowly stood up from the back seat, and pinched her shoulder tightly.

"Lebaaaayy...." I spoke and sat down with my mother who laughed happily. My smiling father shook his head. Bang Zamy grimaced stroking my former pinch.

"Do you want me to sing a song too?" Then I asked for consent.

"Eeeiithh no need, doctor TeHaTe far away, later our eardrum on broken." Mom sloppy. Then grieve that laugh. We forgot about the initial conversation. What if my mom disagrees. The car kept going in the blazing sun, but we were getting closer to our destination.

***

Arriving at the house of papa and mama, we were greeted maids, gardeners and night guards mama papa. We were told to go into the big house with classic nuances. In the living room lined up beautiful framed family photos with one large Al-Fatihah calligraphy. There was no one else because we didn't invite anyone. This is just a friendship, not a proposal.

"Assalamualaikum..," Mother said. Shortly thereafter mama came out with a makeup that beat the look of the President's wife at a state banquet. He was wearing his best suit in golden brown. Her face is maximally beautiful. Her hair is held high with a modern hijab. The gold earrings might be half a kilo. Bracelets dangling, necklaces outside the veil bobble as much as three layers. I looked at my mother, hiding a smile.

"Please enter sir, ma'am, Zamy and Naura. Eh Naura should be the one who welcomes guests, not even welcome mom papa." Papa came out directly greeting everyone. Papa stroked my head.

"How are you?" Papa asked us to talk. While mom, she was just busy serving a variety of snacks. Yet not a word came out of his mouth.

"Please sir, ma'am, son Zamy enjoyed his cake." Papa is friendly.

"Come in, kid, meet your mama, hug and kiss the woman who gave birth to you." Mom whispered something to my ear. Because after finishing arranging various foods with hypermaximal beautiful style, mama did not come out again. I stood up, stiffened even in the home of my own biological parents.

"Come on, son, don't hesitate. Go see your mama." Papa suggested seeing my doubts. Father and bang Zamy nodded in agreement as I looked. I went inside the house. There's a fuss in the chest. I left the bag near my mom. I went into a large family room. A set of old teak sofas was in the middle of the room. Behind him is a four-door teak cabinet full of 'tupperwore' and beautiful ceramics in it. A television lit up without anyone watching it.

"Yes.., Mamaaa...." I was looking for my real mother's whereabouts.

"Mama.., Mamaaa..," I called her back. Suddenly my mother appeared in front of the door of the room just as I was standing

I was surprised by it.

"Nauraaa..," Mama approached and hugged me warmly.

"Why are you so foreign, son? Just come in, this is your house. You're the only heir to all this...." Mom held me tight. I looked into his eyes even more closely, like I was looking into my eyes in the future. We're so similar.

"Mama's a little disappointed in you. You should have come back to this house since you found out Naura was mom and dad's real son. But you're still out there. At least yesterday you stayed in this house. You welcome the man who will ask you to be his wife and family. But instead we're just the two of us even welcome you." Mama explained her grin.

"I'm sorry Naura ma...." I'm speaking politely.

"Nothing to forgive, dear. No matter how disagreements exist between us, you remain the same, our flesh and blood that no one else can replace." Mama wise talk. It's very different from the way he spoke when he went to see me a few days ago.

"Let's get out." Mama took me.

"Finally Ms. Nia and Mr. Rey came to our house too. How many times have we tried to talk about Nina's marriage and Zamy's doctor wasn't even discussed." Mom immediately discussed the core of the problem. His face did not hint at a smile.

"I'm sorry, Miss Erlinda. The one who got married was not us, but Zamy, so he was the one who decided." Mother replied.

"What's the difference between Nina and Naura? The feeling of both doctors, equally beautiful...." Aunt Erlinda murmured again. We're staring.

"Sorry aunt, we can't equate someone to just looking outside. For Zamy Naura it was everything. He knows me more than I know him. So do I. I have learned to deal with it. Its nature from A to Zed was already within his grasp. I am ready to give up, ready to always be there, ready to take care of him at any time. It's about the taste of mom. Sorry is not just a feeling, but we are talking about a feeling. The feeling is very close to comfort. If we are comfortable. What else is needed?" Bang Zamy's subtle talk gives understanding to the mama who only beards staring at the talking bang Zamy.

"Auntie does not actually disagree, but rather pity to see the hope of Nina dashed in the middle of the road." Aunt Erlinda began to soften her voice.

"Yes buk, we also understand. As parents, we support the decisions of our children. The two of them have been together since their baby until now. Must have been a lot of flavors and memories already embedded." My mother spoke again. I talked to papa myself. I'm silent. Luckily the smart mom didn't discuss a single thing about her vow.

"So how's this Erlinda's mom? Can we marry them off before they go on another week's fast?" Mom gets to the core of the problem. Mama looked at me alternately to bang Zamy. Dad and Dad are focusing on our conversation again.

"What's the problem, Miss Nia. We are just getting married to both. Moreover, he said there was terror with Naura and Zamy. Let them be more free together to take care of each other." Papa replied. Mama silently listened.

"Actually even if Nina is married to Zamy we can still be a family...." My mother half-heartedly replied.

"No ma, Naura and Zamy are perfect for marriage. Don't connect Zamy with Nina. Nina was sincere and we were done with Nina. Isn't that Nin?" Suddenly Nina walked into the living room. We didn't hear the sound of the car at all. Nina was twitching spoiled on my shoulder sitting on the living room sofa. I looked at me a little confused. Mama showed her expression of astonishment. Alternately looking at me and doctor Nina.

"Is Nina right?" Mama looked at Nina still dumbfounded.

"Yes dong Ma. Nina sure will get more than a Zamy." Nina spoke as she winked at the Zamy bang. Bang Zamy smiled wailing.

"Owh, well then there's no problem anymore Miss Nia. When's? When's? When's plan?" Mama was even more enthusiastic after hearing Nina's explanation. We alternated looking at each other. In my heart, may there be no other plan for Nina behind all this.

"Alright, consider me the elder Mr. Rey yes. Let me talk. We in this covid season don't have to invite anyone. Just as soon as our son gets married. Later if the atmosphere is like before, we have a reception, then invite the community." Papa's talking seriously. We listen to him seriously.

"Yes right, Mr. Ram, who is important enough to qualify and meet the marriage pillars first. I wish they were married before they started. Let Zamy enjoy sahur with Naura. Years of enjoying sahur with Mr. Ridwan and his wife...." Father contends. We were all laughing hearing dad tease bang Zamy

"I agree completely. Let them get married." Mother disputing. Mama was still staring at Nina who was already sitting right next to me.

"How's ma? Mama?" Papa grabbed the arm of the mother who was focusing on looking at Nina. Nina smiled at my mom.

"Yes my mom agrees too." Mama answered.

"Please enjoy the meal, Mr. Ma'am, Zamy." Mom then continued.

We also enjoyed the menu served by my mother, I helped prepare. Then eat together with heavy class dishes, there is rendang rice, spiced red snapper head, various vegetables and there is also tekwan mackerel fish served on the table. The atmosphere is getting familiar. We started to have friendly jokes including with Nina. Time passed, because almost 4 pm, we immediately say goodbye. Me and bang Zamy have to get to the clinic. Saturday's patients usually come from out of town. I smiled, relieved. No more problems with our wedding plans. One week later, on April 17, 2020, I will be Zamy's mistress. My heart trembled with excitement.