Dr. Ani And Family's

ANI

I went to the kitchen to make Zainal porridge. There were two assistants in the kitchen who were cooking for this family. Only three members of his family mas Zein, but the cooking is very much because the number of assistants is more than the number of family members. All I know is there are about seven assistants, maybe there's more I don't know yet.

"Today what's the doctor's menu?" Asked one of them who was around his fifties, whose name was bi Inem.

"Today mas Zein can already eat solid porridge delicious vegetable soup of the same tofu and eggs only if the ingredients are there". My answer.

"I'm sorry my doctor went to the market for the vegetables" the younger and commonly called my mother Zein Meli, said our conversation.

I'm heading for the vegetable place that's already in the title below. There are so many, how many days to try? I'm in wonder. The feeling of eating mediocre is not much, but why every day to the shopping market so much?

"What kind of vegetable do you want?" My toot.

"Sayur asem ma'am doctor..!"

"Yes already come along, vegetable asem later in this case aja, chicken nugget. Actually it is not good if often but not papa at all let the spirit of Zein eat it. The nuggets are there, right?"

"There's a doctor. In refrigerator...".

"I.hhh don't call me ma'am doctor..!. I am unemployed. Can I apply for a job here? So what is it.."

"What are you talking about? You're the future lady here! You will manage all the needs of this house. This kid says it".

Athaghfirullahaladzim apos.... This is mak-mak, really. Suddenly he showed up and knew what we were talking about. Or maybe the mama Mas Zein is always monitoring me huh? So know what I'm talking about. But.... What did he say, the future mistress of this house? Maybe his mouth is spicy but his heart is romantic. I'm so confused about whether to be sad this way?

"You call her miss! Ani is his future wife Zainal. Young don't call me Mom!. You guys just ask him if he wants to shop!"

The two assistants gawked at his master talking like that, I was similarly shocked, just like them. I hate it, but love is like love, but hate it. I don't know. I'm confused with the woman who gave birth to Zein. Fortunately, his son was not that strange. Remember that Zein is so sweet.

"There's a guy in Zainal's office who says he wants to ask for an autograph..."

"Mas Zein is in the room ..." I said.

"Yes you are anther. Cook mama? Mama's gonna take a break..." He said as it passed.

The mama? Does that mean she told me to call her mama? She hugged me the same way she said mama-mama to me. But why does it feel a bit strange? The new cooking was better and opened the hearts of cooking are now very familiar. Is it weird?

"Wait what else An?!"

"Eh yes ma..." I clenched my lips that just reflexively said mama. It feels so awkward.

I also walked to the living room to meet Zein's guests. Why does it feel like I'm the mistress of this house. Receive guests, take care of the food menu for Zein mas. Is it possible that Zein's really my soul mate, huh?

After making small talk, I asked for the files that Zein had to sign.

I walked into the kitchen and passed through the living room that I first came to here I was rejected outright by my mother Zein and now look! He turned 180 degrees. Most Holy to Allah, He is the All-Powerful to turn the hearts of men upside down.

"Sir..please drink it for his guests yes..!"

"Yes non, tea or what?"

"eh even non call mbak aja mbak!!. No pinch you are! If there is cold orange juice if there is no tea is also not papa"

"Non good.."

"Mr...?"

"Yes non" Bik Inem and Meli instead compact answer it simultaneously.

"An..... Why are you so noisy?" There was the voice of this lady of the hostess who was now standing at the kitchen door. Suddenly he appeared. Just make people afraid.

"That's why it hasn't been given to Zainal's files? If you get water, you are responsible! Mama wants to rest you don't make a noise An...!"

"Yes sorry ma..."

I also walked quickly to Zein's room carefully carrying the files.

I opened the door of his room slowly without knocking it first. Lonely, empty.., springing....

Where is Zein? He should have been resting. Or maybe he's in the bathroom?

I took my foot to the bathroom that was in this spacious room.

I was stunned for a moment to see Zein mas who was in the wardrobe just wearing a towel wrapped around his waist and showed his back and calves.

Oh my God. I immediately turned around while closing my mouth so as not to make a sound and walked back to the door so that he did not realize that I had just seen him semi-naked.

O Allah. I carry the map while holding it on my chest. Why is my chest beating like this, God.... I've often seen bare-chested men in my patients but why does seeing his back in Zein feel any different?

I then pretended as if I had just opened the door, "Mas Zein..... ?"

"What's up?" Answer's relaxed.

"There's someone from the office asking for autographs" Huft.

"Yes for a second...." Said.

Soon after he appeared already wearing his cocoa and sarong and black kopyah.

"What time is this? want to pray dhuhur?." Much

"It's less than fifteen minutes, right? Later made a sick bed later if you wake up also sick again. After the prayer will go to sleep to calm down..." He said explain it to me.

"These are the files...!" I gave him the map in my hand.

Open the map and then flip through the papers.

His serious face when working like that even makes him more handsome and what yes, just gleaming....

Unconsciously my lips even singed a smile.

Mas Zein looked at me and then frowned, "Why are those smiles on?" Ask.

"Eh. no..." I said take a cool position.

"Please prepare food for your guests! Maybe we're a little long" he said as he passed by leaving me.

Didn't I like the mistress in this house?️

I walked back to the kitchen to prepare lunch, Mr. Randi, who had forgotten his name is the same as the porridge of Zein all of you so they can eat together.

When the sound of the food adhan is all ready and I set in the serving plates assisted by Meli same bik Inem and others. I don't dare to joke anymore, afraid my new mama is angry. So we are now the five diem-dieman.

"Sshtttt.., The lady is resting do not be crowded" said Inem's oldest among us.