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“Come, om doctor check his stomach first, yes.” Solar squatting holding a stethoscope. In front of him had sat a five-year-old girl with complaints of abdominal pain.
Her crying has been echoing ever since the boy and his mother came in. His face was tense and looked frightened. Not a second did he let go of his mother's embrace.
“Qila do not want to be injected, Nda. Takuuut ..”
Surya smiled, immediately playing a role when he saw a teddy bear in the arms of the child.
“Hai, Teddy bear, you have a stomachache, yes. Om check yes, dus .. ndus .. ndus ....” Surya said kindly while pressing the stethoscope into the belly of the doll.
The boy's cry stopped.
“Tuh, it doesn't hurt. Now, it's Qila's turn. Check doctor, yes. Ndus .. ndus .. ndus ..” says Surya with a contrived voice.
Instantly the boy laughed at Surya's funny behavior. After receiving treatment, the boy came out with his mother while laughing and waving to Surya.
The care and concern of Surya always penetrates the feelings of the patients. That's also one of the reasons poly is always full of patient lines while he's on duty. Moreover, he did not hesitate to greet the child patients who passed in the corridor. The carving is warm and pleasant so many people like it.
The clock shows at 12:00 WIB, Surya sighed long, then wriggled to relax his muscles. Poli who had been crowded this morning patients now looked lonely. Two of his assistants went to lunch.
Surya was alone in the room, sitting on his hands and contemplating the words of Kinanti last night. He realized his words last night were the wrong thing. This time, he went home to apologize. In fact, he planned to go watch as an attempt to make amends.
Surya twirled the ballpoint pen between the fingers, then for the umpteenth time read the writing on the back of the pen.
PT. Birendra Main Star.
Next to the inscription, there is a picture of three stars with oval lines surrounding them. The star in the center is larger than the two stars flanking. It was the logo of his papa's company. In his desk drawer there are still a few more similar ballpoints.
Her memories traveled to dozens of years ago, collecting mosaics of memories between her and her papa.
“Why don't you choose the majors that papi suggests?” Papi Surya opened the conversation.
They walked hand in hand on the green pastures of the Bagus Kuning golf course, a golf course in the Plaju area.
Surya just stood up, unable to speak. The roar of the Musi River wind gently hit his face. He was still afraid to answer his reasons for choosing medical school and ignored the majors chosen by his papi.
His gaze occasionally fell towards the PUSRI factory across the river, then noticed the movements of his papi who were swinging sticks.
Two loyal caddies carry a male golf bag that still leaves the remnants of youth good looks. The perlente man put a golf ball on the tee and then hit it hard, the ball soared and fell tens of meters from where they stood.
“Become a noble occupational doctor, Pi. I want to serve while worshiping. There is a satisfaction when seeing people smile happily when they gradually recover,” said Surya.
And I want to save the lives of people from accidents, he continued in his heart.
How he clearly remembered the last seconds of the mother's departure right before him.
“Indeed, being a businessman cannot serve and worship?” scorn his papa grinning.
“It's not so, Pi. But, my desire is greater to become a doctor than to continue the business papi.” Surya answered his papi question with a stern look.
“Yes, yes, yes. All right, papi will see how you survive the choices you make.” Papi Surya tapped the end of the golf club with his index finger. “If you believe in your choice, you must also accept the consequences.” The thick-moustached man swung his staff firmly. The ball bounces high into the distance.
“Consequences? What consequences, Pi?”
“Papi remains responsible for all your medical tuition fees. But, for the cost of living, please try yourself and leave the house, work with your own abilities. Papi is curious, can you still smile happily in the face of the rigors of living outside?” papinya. The man then left her alone.
Surya remained silent. Something was stirring in his young blood. The challenge of the papi makes it more fiery to prove this.
Years later, Surya managed to prove that he was able to live life like a regional child.
Her papa really doesn't give her life support money. As a result, various side jobs such as becoming a private teacher, opening thesis typing services, to become a photocopier he has lived.
After graduation, he returned home just to show success to his papa.
“Congratulations, Son. You are tough as a soldier. No vain papi gave you a name, Surya Rahandika.” The old man patted Surya on the shoulder. Then, he took out two different-sized boxes. One long black box measuring 20x15 centimeters, another small box of black velvet, then thrust it to Surya.
“What is this, Pi?” Surya received the box with curiosity.
“Open it.”
Surya opened the big box first. A gold ballpoint pen bearing the name of his papa company was there.
“Pi, I just became a doctor. I have not even felt how this job is intact, instead I plan to take a specialist after this.”
“Already expected, you will definitely reject the request papi.” The old man looked domineering.
Surya lowered his head, then took the small box that was on the table, then opened it. “The ring? What is this ring, Pi?”
“Your engagement ring. This time, don't refuse Papi's request. Because if you don't, I'll make sure your name never has the chance to become a specialist!” Her papa was bluffing with menacing eyes.
“Pi, this is not the time of Siti Nurbaya anymore. I want to choose my own life partner.” Surya got up from the chair, then turned to stare at the family photos that were imprinted on the wall of the family room. There was a sense of sadness when he saw the smile of his mother. If only my mother was still there, maybe she would defend me in front of the papi.
Papi Surya approached his son in slow steps. He turned the cigar's tip to the wooden ashtray on the table. The smell of smoke was still smelling around the old man's body. After that, Surya papi took the brown envelope from inside the closet.
“This, open! Papi is sure you will change your mind after seeing the girl who will be your wife,”.
Surya accepted it reluctantly. However, his reluctance evaporated as he looked at the photo of the girl in question. A few photos of a girl in glasses bewitched her gaze. He looked at the three photos without blinking.
It seems like this time, he has to admit that his papyri's choice is not a bad thing. This time, he thanked the man for meeting him with Kinanti.
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Today, Surya came home early as he planned to prepare a special dinner for Kinanti. He wanted to surprise the woman he loved the most. Especially as he knew that today Kinanti had to go to school to take care of the Bungsu Arqee's fight.
Sarma is shocked by the return of her son-in-law earlier than usual day. The middle-aged woman was quite moved by what the son-in-law would do.
Then, the couple-in-law and daughter-in-law took the ingredients in the fridge to make Kinanti's favorite dishes. Surya is very familiar with all the favorite home cooking recipes of his son and wife. Sarma just helps him peel the onions and clean the seasoning. The rest, Surya himself did the work.
From behind the son-in-law's back, Sarma looked at Surya full of days. She unceasingly expressed gratitude for the arranged marriage made by her late husband. She felt Surya was similar to her husband. Although a soldier of rank, Kinanti's father did not hesitate to help him cook and do household affairs.
That is what makes Sarma feel at home after the husband. He did not want another male figure to replace the sweet memories between them.
At first Sarma had doubted the match because the two did not know each other. After all, when Kinanti was still in college, there was once a man who came to visit their home.
The man declined to give his name and only claimed to be a friend of Kinanti's college. The arrival of the campus friend of the princess was not long. The athletic man was just delivering a parcel. Although impressed closed, Sarma knows that the boy has an interest in Kinanti.
An hour and a half in the kitchen, some dishes were served at the dinner table. Asem vegetables with abundant sweet corn, fried tilapia, and sambal geprek kencur orange leaves have been neatly arranged.
Surya wagged his hands that were quite sore due to the spicy taste of the chili he was sore. After that, he removed his black apron, then arranged all the dishes nicely.
The roar of Kinanti's car engine was heard slowly entering the garage. He was quite surprised to see the SUV owned by the husband parked in the garage. Glabelnya frowned at the reason the husband came home early because it had not happened for a very long time.
The Twins got out of the car first, then headed upstairs to change their uniforms. They were impatient after seeing that their papa had been waiting in front of the dining table. Kinanti shut her mouth and was moved by what Surya was doing. Undeniably, his heart was quickly melted with something as simple as this.
“Kinan, yuk, wash your hands first. You must have been tired all day to take care of the kids.” Surya approached the wife, then took the briefcase that Kinanti still held.
“What order is this, Mas?” The teary eyes imply novelty.
Surya raised Kinanti's hand, then slowly kissed her.
Sarma who was in the kitchen immediately went up following the Twins. Kinanti's biological mother did not want to disturb the ongoing romantic atmosphere between the child and the daughter-in-law. He wanted to give the two more time to talk.
“Maafin mas kalo semalem mas nyakitin livers Honey. Sorry if all this time I was too busy with work at the hospital.” The two hugged, Surya kissed his forehead and stroked his wife's hair gently. Although without a friendly word, the charm of Surya does not recede in front of Kinanti.
“Kinan also apologize if semalem so talk about the same height Mas.” Kinanti said softly in the arms of her husband. “Hmm, it feels so cool that your body, Mas,”, he closed his eyes. I enjoyed those fun moments.
After dinner, Kinanti and Surya head to their balcony, leaving Sarma and the Twins watching TV. The two talked about everything that had not been told so far. Two cups of jasmine tea had been gulped both. The night is getting late, while the moon is still perfectly round to accompany.
Occasionally laughter rang out from Kinanti's lips. Sometimes it takes a little bit of fighting spice to glue a relationship together more. Their two hands clinging to each other, Surya looked at the wife fixedly.
Whether who started first, their lips touched, linked, and tasted each other. Surya presses it gently and warmly, draining the growing longing towards the top.
Surya stood up and slightly bent down to grab Kinanti's body and carry her to the bed behind them. Both of Kinanti's arms were tightly coiled around her neck. He laid his wife's body carefully, then momentarily locked the balcony and closed the window curtain.
Kinanti waited with a feeling of longing.
Surya headed to the other side of the bed, pulling Kinanti's body to be on top of it. The heart palpitations of both are no longer muddled while enjoying a night of unification that ends in an intoxicating sweat.
Kinanti smiled in the arms of her husband. It seemed to find a sense that momentarily disappeared. Traced the curves of the body of the husband who fell asleep after the heat struggle earlier. How much he loved Surya. Aksar's fleeting shadow was soon captured.
The imagination and strange feelings that had spread as he thought of the Aksar instantly disappeared. Mumpung has not been too deep in the influence of love for a moment, he promised not to play the taste behind the husband.
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