Dusk Rainbow

Raisya Kindness

Raisya looked out the window with a blank look. The shadow of Syakila's frowning face continued to cross her brain at this moment. The cold attitude of the woman seemed to unravel the rope of brotherhood between them. He wanted to ask the problem that made Syakila silent, but there was no time to meet, even Syakila clearly avoided it.

"Why are you?" Devan's heavy voice accompanied by his coiled hands made him feel relieved. For now only Devan is the pole that can make him stand firm facing the problem that slaps.

"I'm still thinking of Syakila, why is she?"

A kiss landed on Raisya's small shoulder gently. Devan considers his days colorless if he does not judge his wife.

"Let's just say, maybe he's another PMS, usually if women like to be angry, a lot of silence will come months."

Raisya put down the knife that was in his hand. Almost an hour in the kitchen, he had not produced anything other than carrots that were on display. Since returning from Mahesa's father's house, he could not think clearly and continued to daydream.

"But I'm scared, brother. Does this have anything to do with my past and Afif's, does he probably already know everything?" 

"It could be," Devan replied casually as he stared at the clock coiled in his hand.

"What are you cooking this morning?" devan asked staring at the frying pan that was still hanging neatly. The stove went out without any cooking utensils on it.

Raisya flicked her lips and shook her head. 

"Well, I'll order food, you'll eat in the hospital, I'll have a meeting this morning."

"Aren't you going to the office?" Raisya checked Devan's forehead which turned out to be fine.

"Just calm down, if the pain continues, ntar the night you are idle again dong."

Raisya could only blush in embarrassment hearing her husband's absurd remarks.

"I'll be here again later with food." Raisya nodded, waving her hand towards Devan who started closing the door of his car.

After Devan's car exits the hospital gate, Raisya goes inside.

"Morning, Doc," said a nun carrying some documents in her hand. 

"Amorning, has Doctor Syakila arrived yet?"

"Already, Doc. It was with Doctor Afif."

*So today Afif has started to sign in*.

"thank you. Excuse me."

Raisya continued on his way, Upon arrival in front of the elevator there was a child who fell down and cried. Shakila turned to the left right, there was no one there except the middle-aged woman who was fingering the stick below.

"Astagfirullah, is that his mother?" Raisya ran over and handed him a white wooden stick and raised the little boy's body. 

A few sisters who had just passed by came closer to Raisya who was stroking the little boy's back.

"Susan, are you okay, son? Is there a wound?" 

The cry of the boy named Susan subsided after Raisya held her and brought her closer to her mother.

"This is a princess, Mother?" raisya asked, he led the woman to a long chair made of shiny iron.

"Who are you?" asked the woman, opening the clear glasses that adorned her narrowed eyes.

Faintly he could see the beautiful face of Raisya who was smiling crisply.

"My name is Raisya, the ophthalmologist at this hospital."

As the woman shed tears, her hands ran out of nowhere until they touched Raisya's arm.

"God finally heard my prayer." Like getting the most beautiful gift, the woman cried bitterly while holding tightly the hand of Raisya sitting beside her, while Susan looked up at the beautiful face of Raisya wrapped in natural makeup. 

"Mom, I'm here to check, it's been almost three months that my views are blurry. My health center said I had a cataract and had to have surgery, but I did not charge" said the unnamed woman with melas.

Raisya embraces Susan's tiny body. Judging from her appearance, the woman was definitely a poor person, and that made Raisya unbearable. 

" Whose mother's name?" ask Raisya. 

"My name is Naimah."

"Mother's here just like Susan?" ask Raisya again.

"Yes, my husband died a year ago, and I live with Susan alone." 

*God has mercy on this mother, so strong must she live with her daughter without a husband by her side*. 

"All right, I'll help you." 

Raysa stood up to lead Naimah towards the elevator. Some of the sisters who witnessed it were also filled to see the kindness of Raisya. 

"Doctor's mother's elevator, huh?" susan asked innocently as she walked into the empty room in front of her.

Raisya crouched down looking at the boy's face fixedly.

"Dear, this is a lift, have you ever taken an elevator like this?"

The boy nodded without a sound.

Raisya looked at Susan's slightly tangled clothes. He felt that the boy was more miserable than his previous fate.

"Want to go for a walk, Doctor ma'am want to?" bargain Raisya.

Susan looked up at her mother who was staring beside her. He asked for an agreement from the woman. 

"Can you, Mom?" susan asked expectantly. 

Naimah nodded along with a small smile.

It was so good that the boy was embracing Raisya tightly.

Elevator open

As she had done, Raisya led Naimah out, while in her left hand was Susan holding the top of her shirt.

"Suster, please deliver Naimah's mom to my room. I'm going to the receptionist for a minute."

"Well, Doc," replied the beautiful sister kindly. 

Before entering the elevator, Raisya reached into her phone in the bag and placed the flat object in her ear.

Connected 

"Assalamualaikum, Brother. I'm sorry to bother you, sister, have you reached the office yet?" asked Raisya in a special voice.

"*New to, what's up? Kangen huh*?" goda Devan while removing the seat belt attached. 

"Yes, but there's more to it than that."

"*What*?"

"There are mothers who want cataract surgery, she has no money. Can I take your brother's money?" asked Raisya a little doubtful.

There was a sound of laughter from across there that made Raisya furrow his brows. Devan still finds it funny.

"*Can, all mine is yours too, just wear it*." 

Raisya bit his finger, he was too embarrassed to say the second request, because it had promised Susan, forced Raisya to say it.

"Sister, will you take me for a walk to the mall?" Say it with embarrassment.

"*Ready, Miss Doctor*," Devan replied quickly without wanting to know Raisya's purpose. 

"Yes, then I'll close it."

After saying goodbye, Raisya pressed the elevator button again to get off. Actually he can tell the sisters to take care of everything, but Raisya wants to forget the momentous events in his mind with other busyness. 

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