Let Me Choose

Alya's Fantasy

"Mr Alya, there are times when you should not prejudge anyone for what happens to you, especially to your husband and family, the results of this lab show all good, all, maybe patient and sincere also pray a lot because it is also no less important," said Dr. Imam casually staring at the beautiful face in front of him.

Alya smiled faintly, Dr. Imam could not guess where the direction of his mind and destination were.

Alya always chose the last consultation because she felt that it was not enough if the time was limited, so let someone else enter first who had a queue number later, also in a state already pregnant Alya told to enter first, he feels free when no one is waiting.

"Dok, I'm sorry I'm so private and I ask a lot of questions out of context, I just want to know if Dr. Prabu is okay?" alya asked what was not the case, deviating far from what should be asked in the practice room of Dr. SpOG Imam.

"Why? what was? dr. Prabu is fine as well as his wife Retno who is pregnant." replied Dr. Imam saw Alya scrutinizing each curve of the beautiful face full of mystery Alya.

"I just want to hear the news, and if possible I want to make a friendship again, that's all," said Alya innocently with his words.

Could it be that those who already have a history like Alya and dr Prabu can make a friendship again? it doesn't feel so easy to start new things again while their hearts are opposite, maybe only Alya who has other goals can't guess the content of his heart.

"Eh, what's the status of the doctor?" ask Alya. questions that make Dr. Imam flutter.

"I do not practice Al, still loyal to my old status hahaha.." Dr. Imam chuckled to himself with Alya's smile.

"Then anyway? why not search? how hard is it to find something like Me that's so hard to achieve?" sela Alya kept talking to her personal matter which according to the view of Dr Imam end-end asked about his best friend Dr Prabu.

"What are your hopes Al with Dr Prabu who is now married, happy, and soon to welcome their children?" investigating Dr. Imam invited his heart to know a little of Alya's heart.

"I still love him, doctor! without any conditions, I don't care now that I'm married, that feeling is irreplaceable, I'm crazy? maybe! I also married a Rendra who was almost completely impeccable but my heart was still attached to that one person!" alya's reply made Dr Imam take a deep breath. His head suddenly throbbed pain.

"Alya! all that is impossible, why torture yourself by cultivating your own feelings?" replied the Imam while shaking his head.

"There is always the possibility of a doctor! isn't that what doctors always say to all patients who are desperate about their problems?" Alya is too smart about any topic.

"But this is different Alya, don't have such a wrong feeling, you can still be happy with anyone, your husband who you say impeccably why are you wasting it?" Dr Imam's question was like a prick, but Alya was ordinary.

"I'm wrong? it's wrong doc, but it can't be lied to. Every time I see a friendly photo of Me and Dr. Prabu even though it's me who made it myself and I feel the first time Dr. Prabu took something from me it was for me an exciting trauma to feel back, being a fantasy that can not be forgotten," an unexpected smile on Alya's face presents fear in the heart of Dr. Imam.

"Astagfirullah Alya, please stop don't talk that way. A healthy lifestyle, positive thoughts, lots of rest, not too tired also live a happy life supporting the rapidity of a person can get pregnant," Dr. Imam diverted.

"I did all that Doc, but basically I was wrong all in the sense that with my husband there was nothing special.The proof is I can't get pregnant." Alya blames herself.

After speaking scientifically, personal opinions or any reason in front of Alya essentially Alya is not happy with her marriage, especially now can not get pregnant it is one of the demands on her marriage.

"The point is patient Al, and be patient that's it, positive thinking on anyone don't feel we're worst let's grace and see the unlucky person far below us. Not necessarily for example if Dr. Prabu can be with you it will guarantee your life is happy. We should see happy people we feel all that," replied Dr. Imam felt the conversation was no longer a consultation.

"That's hard doc, my happiness may be different. I'm happy that all my hopes I can achieve and give satisfaction to my own heart."

"Who is the doctor, may I eat where?"

"Ahead here alone is near."

Alya looks radiant and smiling. Dr. Imam is too good and open about anything to make Alya so free and many reasons he linger in the hospital.

One hope he can meet Dr. Prabu, that's his happiness.

Alya claimed it was wrong, but who would want to be the wrong person, unless the recognition from him was considered customary to make himself happy was the reason.

Alya realized, Dr. Prabu is no longer alone now, but his heart said that no matter it was part of the process of wanting to be friendly again, be close, can look at his handsome face, can see his face, being able to hear her voice was a joy to Alya.

One of them Alya must find people and now all have succeeded in his path, eating with the Imam was one of his wishes even though the Imam who invited him.

Alya was so carefree, even though her status was now married, walking side by side with Dr Imam made some eyes look at her with a strange look.

Intan who will go home to meet first just saying goodbye to the Imam according to the orders and advice of his brother Dr. Prabu astonished to see Dr. Imam along with Alya to the place to eat.

Intan knows who Alya is also for her brother like Alya is a thorn and a caterpillar that targets her brother's happiness and is ready with a stab and poison that will destroy, and, now the same path her lover who again strained his relationship.

Intan did not become partisan instead came to his brother's office where dr. Prabu was still struggling on his desk.

Intan said nothing, just kept quiet while sobbing sitting on the sofa.

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