I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Kecap Ngidam

Pov Raya

"Ray!!!!"

That familiar voice sounded loudly calling out to me. Makes me and the people here turn to the origin of the sound.

Mahfudz, he's standing a few feet away from me. My heart was straight into the blue. He approached me. Getting closer, getting closer, and he unceremoniously hugged me right away. In front of many of these people.

"Ra-yeah, a-ku ka-ngen sa-ma ka-mu."

Ah, how do I express it? I missed you too.

Without me realizing this hand was holding his back. My face was in his arms. I've missed the chest for three weeks.

"Cieee, dr. Kingdom .... So, no praying? Or are we first?" said Winda.

I immediately realized from this melancholy atmosphere.

"france .... Already dived. A lot of these people, I'm embarrassed," I said slowly.

"Ray, a-ku su-dah le-pa- sin pe-lu-kan-ku da-ri ta-di. Your ka-ku te-rus me-luk-ku," whispered Mahfudz.

Haaah? Spontaneously I took my embrace off her.

Mahfudz laughs. The staff also smile and tease me.

"Who's that guy just got home? Dr. It's a longing, woyy. Single people just close their eyes!!" tempt them.

"Aw ... aw ....."

My face feels hot with its shame.

"I want to pray first!" I said. I need to get out of this place as soon as possible. I don't want to be ripped off by their temptations.

"Woy, Doc! Is her husband left?!"

I thicken my ears. Anyway I ran away first.

After I got home from work, Mahfudz was still faithfully waiting for me in the queue. He stood up and held my hand.

"Who-yo pu-lang!" he said while pulling my hand.

I'm just fucked. For a moment I forgot about the oedipus complex that made me upset these few days. I really miss him. Vidio call or chat can not replace the desire to be close to him as it is today.

"Kun-ci mo-tor you ma-na?" queried.

"Hmmm? Oh ...." I still can't believe he's anywhere near me right now.

I took the key from my bag and handed it to Mahfudz. Mahfudz accepted it and put his backpack in front.

"A-yo, na-ik!"

"Hmmm? Aye." Yeah."

I immediately went up and sat behind him. Shortly after the motorbike walked out of the hospital, one hand pulled my hand to hug it. I really miss this smell.

Along the way we said nothing until we reached Ummik's house to open the door.

"Have you come home, Fud?" tanya Ummik happy.

Mahfudz immediately kissed Ummik's hand.

"I-yes, Mik. Ta-in lang-sung to ru-mah sa- kit jem-put Ra-yes."

"Yes, already. You clean up there first. After that eat. Just take a break."

"Ta-di u-dah ma-kan in kan-tin, Mik" replied Mahfudz.

"Raya take a shower, Mik!" I said goodbye to Ummik to go to the room.

"No need to shower, Ray. Not good! You will again ...."

"Mk ...." I immediately coded Ummik not to tell Mahfudz about my pregnancy.

Ummik. "Don't take a shower that night!"

"Yes. Not taking a shower. It's just cleaning up, Mik."

Finish cleaning the brush body there and here. I came straight out of the bathroom. Mahfudz had been waiting for his turn to take a bath by draping a towel over his shoulder.

We still haven't said anything to each other. Somehow this awkward feeling came back after 3 weeks apart from him.

When Mahfudz took a shower I was tempted to look at his phone. Check it out, check it out? Check it out!

The phone was without patterns and codes so I easily and freely explore the phone. The first thing I want to check is the social media app. Messenger, WA, but it looks like he only has two of those social apps. No sign of infidelity. Okay, who knows you deleted it, Doctor .... Then I started to check out the photo gallery. Who knows if there are photos with a nurse, or a friend there. I have to check everything. But I was surprised when I checked one of the documents in his gallery. There are plenty of photos of parents and grandmothers. Oh, my God .... So did Mahfudz really suffer from the Oedipus complex? I can't believe this. Lots of old people photos here.

"You're not going to do your proof per-se-ling-ku-han in si-tu, my sa-yang!"

I was shocked half dead like a thief who was caught stealing. I put the phone down immediately.

"No a-pa-a-pa. You bo-leh m-bu-ka her. I-I'm like-lu-bu-y-your pa-da, sa-yang!"

"Hmmm .... It's...." I took the cell phone again and showed Mahfud the pictures of the old men.

"Oh, i-tu. I-tu pa-ra pa-si-en ge-ri-at-ri in ru-mah sa-kit je-ja-ring," he said.

"What do you think of them?" ask suddenly.

Mahfudz seemed confused by my question. He was still with a towel wrapped around his waist looking at the photos that were mostly photos of old women.

"Pen- da-pat's? Hmm ... a-pa yes?"

Mahfudz seemed to be thinking hard.

"Me-nu-rut-ku mes-ki tu-a, me-re-ka ma-huh ter-li-hat can-tik and sek-si .... " Mahfudz laughs.

The answer makes me feel even more ill.

"So right, Fud? Do you have the oedipus complex?"

I can't take it anymore. The answer really hurt me.

"O ... in-pus ....?"

Mahfudz may be trying to remember what is meant by the oedipus complex.

"Yes. Oedipus. A man's attraction to a much older woman. Like you are the same me. You like me because I'm old, Fud?"

My tears almost fell asking that.

Mahfudz bengong with my words. It seems like he was confused digesting my words?

"Oe-di-pus com-plex? Your mak-sud a-ku lai-nan? Me, Ray?"

Mahfudz looked at me.

"You like me because I'm much older than you. It may be because you have feelings of guilt for Rahma, so without you realizing it you become a person who oedipus complex and like me.." I said sadly.

"Oe-di-pus com-plex? A-duuh, ka-mu da-pat i-de and pe-mi-ki-ran se-per-ti i-tu da-ri si-a-pa Ray? Tung-gu dul-u .... Sam-pai ba-wa-ba-wa Kak Rah-mah? Fu-ad who's takin' all your i-tu pa-da?"

Mahfud looks riled up. I didn't answer that question. I'm afraid the relationship and Fuad will get worse later.

"Ja-in be-nar Fu-ad who's bi-lang be-gi-tu?"

Mahfudz ruffled his own hair. I was silent not answering.

"Pan-tas sa-ja, ka-mu be-ru-bah se-ngi-nap di ru-mah Ma-ma. Ka-mu ja-di ja-ja-uhi-ku. Ka-re-na i-tu?"

I grimaced and then nodded.

"Fu-ad! I-I a-kan meng-ha-jar a-nak i-tu nan-ti. Be-ra-ni se-ka-li ...."

I held his hand and shook my head. I don't expect you guys to make any more noise.

Mahfudz sighed.

"You per-ca-ya pa-da ka-lau a-ku oe-di-pus com-plex?"

I grimaced and shook my head again. I had to lie to save myself. I almost believed Fuad's words.

"Ray, a-I'm men-cin'***you're ka-re-na ka-mu le-bih tu-a. I-I cin-ta ka-mu ka-re-na ha-ti-ku who m-mi-lih ka-mu. I-I don't-dak men-cin-*** ka-mu ka-re-na ka-mu old-a-tau mu-da. A-ku sa-dar ka-lau a-ku cin-ta ka-mu ke-ti-ka ti-ba-ti-ba sa-ja a-ku se-la-lu me-kir-kan-mu, ti-ka ti-ba-ti-ba sa-ja a-ku se-la-lu me, thou-bu-tuh-kanmu, a-ku i-ngin se-la-lu-li-hat-mu, de-ngar su-a-ra-mu, me-lin-du-ngi-mu. Ka-re-na a-ku te-rob-se-si ka-re-na your ka-a."

He is now sitting on the bed facing me.

Until there I did not accept his words. Boyfriend, spoiled, fussy, like a child. What do you mean, Doctor? I'm getting upset to hear it. But I'll wait for him to finish speaking.

"And so-al ke-ter-ta-ri-kan sek-su-al, a-pa who is de-ngan is-tri-ku? Ka-u ti-dak se-tu-a i-tu, ka-mu ti-dak ke-ri-put, ka-mu sek-si and bu-at-ku gai-rah. And even wa-lau u-murku sa-at i-ni 15 ta-hun, 30 ta-hun, a-tau also 50 ta-hun a-ku a-kan te-tap ter-tarik pa-da-mu. You can-tik, fine, and ...."

Mahfudz whispered something in my ear. Something that might make me very embarrassed if heard by others, but makes me feel very valuable because it's only between me and him who knows.

"I'm si-cin-*** your ka, Ra-ya. You ma-sih ra-gu pa-da-ku? Ka-mu i-ngin ki-ta bi-kin jan-ji to psi-ko-log du-lu a-gar ka-mu huh-kin pa-da-ku?"

I shook my head, now I'm so sure of him. I believe in my husband.

"Ka-dang-ka-dang tu-du-han-mu ja-hat se-ka-li pa-da-ku. Du-lu ka-mu me-nu-duh-ku pe-do-fil, ka-rang oe-di-pus com-plex," he lamented.

"Sorry, Fud ...."

"Fud ....?"

"Darling ..." my error.

He hugged me now. The smell of soap in his body that was just wrapped around the towel, I like it. I kissed her shoulder.

"Ka-lau be-gi-tu a-ku bo-leh me-min-ta ja-tah-ku?"

I let go of my embrace. I should have known from the beginning the ending would be like this.

"Please? 3 ming-gu, Ray! A-ku be-ru-sa-ha sa-ngat ke-ras his me-na-han. The sum-pah! I-I don't-dak ja-jan in lu-ar. You don't ma-u-wake-re-si-asi-se-tia-an su-a-mi-mu?"

That face looks so flat. Oh, please please! You're the smartest to persuade me that trouble is like that.

"Please? A-ku jan-ji a-kan pe-lan-pe-lan and ha-ti-ha-ti"

Slow down and careful? Does Mahfudz know I'm pregnant? I can't think about it for long seeing Mr. Mahfudz Alzhafran start to stick around like a cat asking for food for his Master. And in the end I could only nod.

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I looked at Mahfudz who was sleeping beside me after doing a bed activity that I thought was long and tiring because it was done very slowly and carefully.

I don't know if Mahfudz knows I'm pregnant or not. But from the way he knows. I should have been suspicious when he told me not to wear shoes with heels but with flat shoes when he was in a networking hospital.

I should have known that Mama couldn't help but tell her son that she would have grandchildren. Now how am I gonna give her? She would be upset if she knew I had no intention of telling her about my pregnancy because of the oedipus complex. Would I pretend to be a surprise? Ah, must be weird once. I give a surprise to people who already know, even more so I already know that he knows. Ah, dizziness.

I've been going back and forth to the side and to the right, unable to sleep. I feel very hungry now too. Makes me even more unable to sleep.

I immediately went to the kitchen. Looking for something to eat. I opened the fridge. In the refrigerator, there is only a side dish tonight which is deliberately placed Ummik so that it does not stale and can be heated tomorrow.

I'm not interested to see if it's a chicken side dish. For some reason since I found out I was pregnant, I had no interest in chicken. Even the smell of fried chicken makes me nauseous.

I saw a bottle of sweet soy sauce on the table. I don't know why I was tempted to kiss her.

I unscrewed the ketchup bottle. The smell of the soy sauce was really very fragrant in my nose. I tasted that soy sauce with my fingertips. Oh, my God, this is so good. All my life this time I feel there is sweet soy sauce as good as this.

What I was just tasting a drop after a drop of this soy sauce I finally started drinking the soy sauce from the bottle. It's really delicious.

"Ra-yeah, a-pa is your ka la-ku?"

I was shocked to death until the ketchup bottle fell out of my hand.

"As-ta-ga! Ray ...."

Mahfudz looked up at me. He immediately approached me and picked up a ketchup bottle that was not half that.

"You're numbing ke-cap i-ni?" tanyanya could not believe it.

I bit my lips not knowing what to say.

Mahfudz sighed. He sat me on the dining table. She fondly wiped my lips which seemed to be a straw of soy sauce.

"Ka-lau ka-mu ngi-dam se-su-a-tu ka-sih ta-u me, Ray! Ma-sa a-nak-ku ka-yu ka-sih ke-cap doank?"

I grimaced while biting my lips.

"You know?" my many.

"Think. You're not ka-sih ta-u. Pa-da-hal a-ku su-dah tung-gu ka-pan ka-mu ka-sih ta-u his surprise. Ck.. ck.ck ka-mu i-ni" he said, clucking.

"If you already know what else is given surprise ..." I said with a frown.

Mahfudz knelt on the floor, in front of me. With that position, he was propped up by the chin on my lap. He caressed my stomach. The truth is still not that bloated.

"Sa-yang, bi-lang sa-ma Ma-ma-mu ja-ngan ka-sih ka-mu ke-cap doank, not a-da gi-zi her i-tu. Pa-pa bi-sa be-li-kan ka-mu ma-ka-nan the e-nak and the gi-zi" Mahfudz spoke as if to the baby I was carrying.

"He'll call me Mother, not Mama. Mother's call doesn't match Papa, does it, honey?"

"Yes, su-dah ka-lau be-gi-tu ka-mu pang-gil A-yah sa-ja. Sa-yang, bi-lang sa-ma A-yah ka-mu ma-u ma-kan a-pa? Just so-ngan ma-kan ke-cap."

"What dear? You want to eat soy sauce fried noodles? Wear mustard vegetables? Oh, yeah yeah. Earlier, Mother also saw there was raw noodles and mustard vegetables in the refrigerator. Whahuh? You want a masakin dad? Oh my gosh, how is it? do you want to know?"

I returned the act while laughing in my heart. Do you want to make Mother?

He pinched my cheek in anxiety.

"Se-be-nar's A-yah tau Bun-da who pe-ngen ma-kan his noodles. Ta-pi da-ri-pa-da Bun-da ngam-bek, A-yah ma-sa-kin a-ja deh, you ban-tu do-a ya mu-dah-mu-da-han ma-sa-kan her e-nak."

"Dad, all the ingredients are in the refrigerator" I said amusedly.

Mahfudz takes out the ingredients of the noodles that he will cook.

"So, Bun-da ma-u pa-kai te-lor, ma-u who pe-des a-tau se-dang?"

"Wear cow's eggs, cayenne pepper 10"

"No, no, no. Ka-mu bi-sa sa-kit pe-rout"

"If it's 7"

"Ma-sih her baby."

"Then 5 only"

"Du-a sa-ja."

"What's? Is she going to get sick or is she? 5 Chili seeds that are medium! If two are not there." I protested.

"Ka-mu la-gi ha-mil ja-in his stalls replaced. 1 be-rar-ti sedang, 2 pe-das."

I gawk.

"Honey, eating spicy food will not affect the fetus. Why can't I eat spicy?" I said protest.

"Neither to ja-nin, ta-pi nga-ruh to his bun-da. Be-sok ka-mu a-kan sa-kit pe-rut ke-mu-dian di-are. La-lu a-sam lam-bung-mu nai-k, te-rus mun-tah-mun-tah. La-lu ka-mu le-mas. A-nak a-yah to-na his dam-pak, isn't it, sa-yang?"

Oh, my gosh. It seems I have a feeling during my pregnancy I will be much restricted by Mahfudz doing the thing I like.

"I'm i-ngin ja-di su-ami and a-yah si-aga un-tuk ka-mu and a-nak ki-ta, Ray! Yes-ngan ba-nyak pro-test."

It seems like he can read my mind. Or reading my expression?

"Honey, use the pot that Bang Gogo loves. You can cook all kinds of food. Keep ripening also faster" I said when I saw Mahfudz had finished chopping vegetables and onions.

Remembering Bang Gogo I remembered my discovery of the recordings of the vidio that Bang Gogo had in it.

"Darling, do you know Bang Gogo's address?" my many.

Mahfud. "No. To-na-pa?"

"Can you find out, baby? Search in the patient data in the internal disease department."

Mahfudz scrunched his forehead in wonder.

"Bu-at a-pa-an?"

"I want us to go there and say thank you for giving me that set of cook pan gift ...."

"Your su-dah be-ri-kan your ma-sa-kan and your ko-tak be-kal. I-tu su-dah cu-kup" replied Mahfudz displeased.

"But the set price of cook pan is expensive, not comparable to my stock box." I said ngeles.

Mahfudz breathed heavily.

"Ray, Bang Go-go i-tu is per-ti-nya me-mang ba-ik. Na-mun se-per-ti his di-a ber-ba-ha-ya. Ki-ta ha-rus ja-uh da-ri o-rang -o-rang se-per-ti that" said Mahfudz seriously.

I took a long breath. It looks like Mahfudz will be upset if he finds out I'm investigating the kidnapping again. Ck, what am I supposed to do?