Dr. Ani And Family's

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Zainal stared at the ceiling of his room which was filled with stars. The theme of Zainal's ceiling is a night filled with starlight with black paint and images of stars and flashes of light from various directions.

Tired of suffering because all day Zainal spent his time meeting various clients from suppliers of goods and from the government who wanted to invite him to attend auction and bazaar events to support the creations of the craftsmen local especially the younger generation.

She also met the marketing manager of a snack factory who she thought was very beautiful and her appearance was more than attractive. His posture is also very proportional like the models.

Zainal remembers it when he first saw her. He came with his long footsteps. The woman was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with two buttons on the top that were left open after seeing her legs covered by a skirt above the knee that looked white and smooth.

Had Zainal ever seen drakor surely he would have thought his look was very similar to that of a kim secretary. Her long hair was pigtailed with several children whose hair was left dangling from her forehead to the front of her ears. Perfect woman's.

He held out his hand the first time he met Zainal. As usual, Zainal refused to shake a woman's hand. He stood up and let him sit with his palm directed to the chair in front of him.

"I am Amelia, marketing manager of PT Onefood. You can call me Amel". He pulled his unresponsive hand from Zainal while slightly bowing his body.

"I'm Zainal.... Please sit down! Want to order a meal first or we just have a discussion..?"

"If I may want to eat first sir because from the morning I've been wandering in the field..."

" All right, let's order a meal first.." Zainal said then called the waiter of the restaurant.

As far as they discussed, Amel was professional by giving an explanation that Zainal found very satisfying.

He was also not odd and Zainal considered him to be a candidate for his future wife. She thought that Ani was not the only woman in the world. There are still many good women in this world. If Amel's temperament conforms to his standards he will understand his physical appearance which he thinks it can be changed slowly.

Zainal turned her body aside while hugging the bolster. His heart convinced himself that he could move on from Ani even though each met a woman who he thought was quite interesting unconsciously he always compared her to Ani.

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"It's mama Zein..."

"Come in. not locked..."

" It's soursop juice..." Her mother carried a tray containing soursop juice and a snack. Her mother now looked more at Zainal.

" Let's drink .." said his mother while sitting next to his son.

Zainal took the glass in his mother's hand and drank it.

" Your hair is cut, the bewok is shaved all so neat..."

" Not ugly. The effect is like someone else is upset, not maintained...."

A moment of silence because both of them were silent.

"Aren't you at Mr Dirman's?" Ask her mother a little doubtful.

Zainal who heard the strange question from his mother then turned to look at the face of the mother who had given birth to him.

"Why is it, anyway?"

"You don't want to reverse the same... samaa Ani...?" Her mother threw away her face when she said it because her prestige was still high.

Zainal who tried to forget that name in his heart sighed when he heard that name called the mother.

"She's already a proposal ma, wants to get married." said Zainal desperately.

"A.. what? so soon he forgot about you? Even want to get married..? He that means just messing around with you Zein....!"

"He was serious about Zainal mah. Did you forget who asked us to separate?"

"But shouldn't he forget you as soon as this?"

"What mommy wants? He had to wait for Zainal while Zainal himself had to meet a lot of girls every day to date them...?"

"It's not Zein...."

"Keep what...?"

"Wait a minute that's .. Now you want to get married.,"

"We've been separated for almost a year.... It's only fitting that he's met another man better than Zainal...."

"Let your mom go there. Let mama talk to them....."

"Had you.... Zainal wants to be alone first. Please, ma'am ....!"