I Love You Dr. Chicanery

My Little Family

POVs Mahfudz

"Dad, Daddy, you rarely go to work now? Another vacation, huh?" haikal asked on the sidelines of my activities serving him playing monopoly at home this afternoon.

I smile. Not wanting to answer by lying to him, even though in the end my smile was misunderstood as something the answer assented to his question.

"really? Cut the old tumben, huh? Usually also at most two days, except Lebaran leave, can be weekly. But this is not a red date like him," he said, recalling.

"Why really? Haikal doesn't like Dad being home often?" I pretended to be sad.

"Yes, like donk! Haikal is happy that Dad is often here, if he can every day so Haikal has friends playing like this Dad. Grandma can't play monopoly. What else Laila, what the fuck! Haikal was even cooked. What a shame Haikal, Well .." Oceh my eldest son.

"Keep, Haikal, why is it about how long's father's leave?" my trance

"Yes, donk Haikal should remind Dad. Usually during this time when Dad was busy working, if Haikal asked Dad to take a break, he replied this way. 'Dad doesn't want to take frequent holidays, Haikal. But this father's job is in addition to finding money for us as a family, also for the sake of humanity. A lot of people need my energy. When we go on vacation often, laughing and having fun, there is also a patient father who is in pain in the hospital, how come father came to relieve his pain, right pity?' So did you say?" haikal asked repeating the words I had said to him almost exactly the same.

I smiled and nodded.

Haikal is now 8 years old. He was already in the 2nd grade of SD. At that age, his curiosity for something is very big even beyond the curiosity of his peers. Just for information, Raya did send him to school earlier than the government-standardized age for a student to enter elementary school, which is at the age of less than 6 years. This is wrong, yup! Thas right.

At that time Raya who had just given birth to Laila, only 3 months of leave, RSIA Satya Medika who worked with the city government, demanded her to return to work. Although at that time the contract had been renewed, there were no more mistakes in typing as happened in the time he was pregnant with Haikal, but Ummi still encouraged Raya to work, and the, as a manifestation of his responsibility to his profession.

Meanwhile, Ummik offers to take care of 3-month-old Laila and Haikal. By leaving ASIP at home, Raya can keep working. But then when Laila began to be one year old and was active, Ummi himself began to be overwhelmed to keep Laila and Haikal at once, until then the idea came out, he said, send Haikal in SD not far from home even though his age is not enough 6 years. That way when Haikal was in school, Ummi so had a little time to take care of Laila and himself.

So do not be surprised at his young age like this he has the same critical attitude as his mother, Raya.

Ckii!!Trrrrtt!!!

The sound of the front fence like something was opening and pushing.

"Mother, Dad!" peekit Haikal's.

I'm nodding. Of course it was the Kingdom, who else? Moreover, before long I immediately heard the sound of the engine of his car was turned on and heard entering the garage next to the house. Raya is like that. Although he knew there were people in the house, not necessarily he just relied on car horns to tell people inside the house to open the fence. He always does it himself. She's my independent wife.

Shortly heard the sound of his stiletto shoes climbing the ceramic floor on the front porch. Haikal immediately moved from his seat to open the door.

"Attep, yeah Dad. Haikal open the door for Mother first. Don't cheat!" said mewanti-wantii.

I just laughed a little.

"Assynnya!!" a soft, gentle voice said hello. Hearing that voice never bored me. A voice that always calms and makes my heart shady every time I hear it.

"Waalaikumsalam," I said, though inaudible to him who was still ahead.

"Girishalah, Bund. Wait a minute, Haikal's opening the door!" sahut Haikal while running small.

I didn't welcome him forward. While waiting for them, I changed the television channel that was on but no one was watching. That's when I saw the infotainment news that aired news about journalists who came to Raya to the hospital.

I swear yes, the reporters were .. I was furious myself to see their behavior. Hearing them attack Raya with such irritating questions really wanted to make me angry. And what the fuck is that? I was even more upset when one of the reporters arrived who even brought dr. Yasmine as a gossip complement to be juxtaposed with me. They really want me to fight with my wife or what? Can't we be happy to see our lives happy? Ckckck, I don't think it out.

"Well, Haikal and Dad, what else did you do?" The voice of Raya was now heard approaching. I immediately changed the television channel to a broadcast that did not make Raya become more dizzy later

The two dear ones were walking to each other to enter the family room.

"Main monopoly, Bun. Mommy want to follow nakk?" ask Haikal.

Raya ruffled the hair of the boy who became our favorite.

"Pengen anyway, but only a few nights, yes. Mother tired. Take a shower first. Many of the germs are the body of this Mother," he replied so as not to make Haikal disappointed.

"Well, okay then. Then Haikal continued to play again with father," he said.

Raya nodded and now approached me who was sitting on the lower ambal. As usual, he always kissed my hand before parting to go anywhere and when he came home from anywhere.

"Hi, Dad. How does it feel to be unemployed at home?" ask her while laughing.

"Help, so the father of the household at home, waiting for the wife to come home from work while waiting for deposit.Bun, how many today?" I cheered while laughing.

Raya pinched slowly my arm.

"That's dad!"

I chuckled in response to her response that seemed so upset.

"Where's laila? What ummik?" tanyakanya.

"Ummik again to his kayak studies. Laila's dad came along, but Laila still wants to go with her grandmother, how about donk?" I said not to blame.

Raya nodded.

"Hopefully Laila, do not grumble Ummik in the study," he said.

Laila did grow up as an unusually active child. Very different from the more calm and unpretentious Haikal.

"Dad sure you didn't. He's like his dad, hahaha!" selorohku.

"Hhh, not behind the tub? The father of his son is a crouch," he replied.

"Heiiii, when do you like to moan. Mother recalls my mother's words yes, or dari really rusuhin father nih," I said not to accept while winking one of my eyes at him gave a code for us to do fun things later tonight. After Haikal and Laila fell asleep of course.

"Dad!!!" protest Raya while putting her palm on my face.

Our code-coded behavior to each other even invited protests from Haikal who did not understand the conversation of his father and mother to go where.

"Yes, mom and dad are doing this, weird!" his grunts made me laugh out loud.

"Tuh, it's Siih's father .." raya's nag. "Udah deh, Mother took a bath first, yes .." pamitnya before he headed to the room.

After he entered the room, I who was about to follow him into the room was stunned when the television channel that I replaced earlier aired a glimpse of news information about Raya that was visited by the reporter earlier to the hospital. A reporter asked me something that made me feel weak for a moment.

"Dr. Mahfudz said he had not been to work for several days. Even on TV17, Dr. Mahfudz did not broadcast yesterday. According to the news I heard, Dr. Mahfudz stumbled over a practice mall case, didn't really, Doc?"

Oh my God, has the news been smelled into the media like this?

"Dad, it's Mother, right? Mommy's on TV again?" ask a plain Haikal. "Kok isn't the broadcast father?"

I can't answer Haikal's questions. My eyes focused on those reporters who were increasingly ganged up on Raya with angling questions. Eventually, Ali came to rescue him.

"Bone!!! Mother!!! Look, Mommy is on TV," cried Haikal calling Raya.

"Eh, Haikal ... Haikal ... Shhhhhhh!!" I gave Haikal the code to be silent by sticking an index finger on my lips. Then I looked at him seriously while shaking.

"Why?" tanyanya did not understand. "Mother on TV, Dad!"

I took the remote and turned off the television, then with a smile I gave her understanding that not all the news on TV was good news.

"Anyways, don't tell Mommy or grandma" I said to Haikal.

Although he did not understand Haikal finally nodded.

My God, my problem is finally now weighing on Raya. May it have no impact on his profession, my inner self

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Thank you, reader, for those of you who are still faithful to read this novel. Sorry if the flow is slow. Hope you guys understand. The author is working on 3 novels at once. Why not one, Thor? The problem is that one novel can sometimes spend 7 months or even 1 year more, the hunt for ideas in the brain evaporates because it is not poured in written form. Especially if one novel that appreciates only a little, waahh increasingly not the spirit of the author so sometimes the author is more struggling in the novel that is more appreciated by readers. My dear reader. Especially if you start lazy to leave traces in the form of likes and comments, the less excited, I swear! I can not earn from here, the reader is also apathetic, less appreciation from the reader. Make the author tired himself. Hayati tired brother hihihi...

Sorry for the long speech, sorry, sorry... 😀😂