Dr. Ani And Family's

Zainals

I sent a short message after I arrived at the hospital parking lot where he worked, taking him to the boutique to buy a couple. I want to come to my friend's wedding in the same dress as the other couple.

I went in and waited for him in the hospital lobby after learning from the receptionist that he was still receiving patients.

I waited for him to sit up and lean until my eyes closed, leaning my head against the wall with my arms crossed and my legs crossed. The activity in the crowded store today made my body tired.

I woke up when the phone in my pants pocket shook.

Dee calling

My lips smiled when I saw who called me. I'm moving the green picture of the phone.

"Assalamualaikum's?"

Tut Tut Tut

I looked at my phone, it turned out that the call was interrupted but I heard someone next to me answering greetings.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah"

It turns out he was already beside me. I looked at his face like he was no longer angry with me and hopefully he forgave me

"So much sleep, in the calls do not dwell at all."

" really? I am so tired today, as soon as my head rests, I immediately lose consciousness", I said as I stretched my body to restore my rudimentary consciousness.

" Can you?" ask me to make sure she wants to come with me or not.

" My message hasn't been read yet?". He asked back.

I looked at my phone and read the message, sent ten minutes ago while I was asleep.

"It's ready, right?"

"It's been" he said

I immediately got out of my seat and walked with him. A lot of people greeted him as we walked along the hospital and he answered with great grace and grace.

Increase the value of the pluses.

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I allowed her to choose the dress she liked and later I just look for her partner's shirt. But beyond my expectations he chose a simple batik dress, very simple in my opinion. The design is elegant but the color is very soft. It looked like it was for teachers or the aged people who were having a reunion.

He just tried it in the dressing room and didn't show it to me at all. Ask nice or pretty. And the worst of it is only in my imagination.

As soon as he came out of the locker room he went straight to the cashier and was about to pay for it.

I took out my card and gave it to the cashier.

"I paid for it myself!" said.

What, pay for it yourself? my old boyfriend always paid for their groceries,

This girl..... Why are you so attractive? I'm so nervous, I'd love to bite you..... Even in the corner of my heart I felt my pride as a man fall.

"I'm the one who asked you to come to my friend's party so let me pay for this" I said in a stern tone mm

"No, it's me who pays mbak" he said while taking out his cash and immediately paying it to the cashier's mbak.

The cashier looked confused, whether to be accepted or not the money that was proffered to him.

Actually I like his attitude that does not like to ask for this because we are not married but my maleness soul does not accept if it must be rejected outright by the adoration of my heart.

I looked at him with a frown

"Don't get mad, I don't know if we're a match or not, so I don't want to owe you a favor" . He said in a flat tone and it just hurt my heart.

"Is this shirt any partner?" ask me at the cashier.

"Sir, let me show you. What father's letter?" said one of the servants who was there while looking at my size.

I saw the size of the clothes my lover chose earlier then followed the officer earlier.

Out of the boutique I brought several paper bags containing one batik shirt, suit and three kebaya for the girl who was carrying a paper bag in her hand.

Ok if you don't want me to pay for that one shirt, but he can't refuse this three. Sounds a little pushy.

Yes, because I can't take it for granted. This girl has to accept it.