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"Assalamualaikum Father! Mother!"

"Waalaikum greetings, dear!!"

Aluna immediately kissed the backs of her parents' hands in turn.

"Cock just got home?" Ask Iqbal.

"The sleep in the hospital mushola well, hehe..."

"Weee's coming home too!" Someone's voice from behind made Aluna look up.

He saw a man carrying a plate of fried rice and sitting on the sofa.

Kenalin, his name is Raka. Aluna's sister. Men who are anti with the name of the game, and prefer his hobby is cooking. Honestly, Aluna also sometimes feels lucky. Because almost every day, there is food made by the sister as a snack.

He walked over and took over the spoon in Raka's hand. Eating a mouthful of fried rice made by his sister. Hmm, even the cuisine was inferior to Raka cuisine.

"There's still ga?"

"There's still in the kitchen if you want to eat."

Aluna nodded.

He walked straight into the kitchen. Take the fried rice that is still in the pan, and put it on the plate. Do not forget to add cucumbers as well as cabbage slices as a complement. When she finished, Aluna stepped back.

"Mother, Dad.to the room first."

The only one who got the nod. His feet swung up the stairs one by one, after which he opened the door and entered the room. Put the fried rice on the study table as well as the work table.

The girl stepped into the bathroom to just clean herself up. When he finished, he sat back down and ate fried rice made by Raka.

His eyes were suddenly distracted by a paper that depicted a puskesmas building. Both of his lips turned into a smile, his hand reaching for the paper.

Tok tok!

Aluna.

Before long a middle-aged man entered with his sweet smile. Iqbal walked over. "Not sleeping yet?"

"Yes, yeah, just a little more. This is gonna finish the fried rice first."

Iqbal. His eyes were also sidetracked by the paper in the princess' hands.

"That, you want to wake up the puskesmas?"

"Well, what do you think?"

"Yes, great. How much money do you have?"

"At ATM about forty-eight million yah. Still less a lot, but doain aja yeah hopefully cepet cepet collected."

Iqbal stroked the top of his daughter's head. "Why do you want to build a puskesmas? There are many hospitals now."

"It's not that dad used to say, if you want Aluna to be a person who can be useful and useful for many people. And now, Aluna wants to build this puskesmas, free for everyone." His words paused for a moment. "It's true, now there are many hospitals standing. But unfortunately, many of them also have difficulty in finding medical expenses. So even though the health center is small, it can help those in need."

Iqbal's smile grew even more proud. "Why not in a movement? Faster is better."

"It still costs less well..."

"Ga need to think about the cost dear, no matter how short the cost you say the same father. I'll help you." Iqbal Reply.

"Dad you mind?"

"For good, I'll never object. Your intentions help, so why would you mind?"

Aluna smiled as she looked at Iqbal. "Good dad! How baiiik!!"

Before long, the tiny body poured into the arms of the father.

Iqbal gently stroked Aluna's back. "Oh yeah, that's fried rice in the air." Their hugs are unraveling. "Keep asleep, work again tomorrow. Gotta spirit!"

"Yes. I have to work in the office tomorrow too! So must be the spirit too!!"

Both chuckle.

"Dad to the room..."

After getting the nod, Iqbal walked out again. Leaving Aluna who now feels happy is not playing.

"O Allah, ease and spread this goodwill." He murmured by looking at the sky of the room.

•••••

The next morning the girl who was complete with a cream shirt with a matching skirt and hijab walked quickly down the stairs.

"Good morning, mother!" His handkerchief took one loaf of bread and ate it.

Raka clucking. The habit is his brother, greeting his mother's father but never greeting him. Because it already knows the habits of his daughter, finally the forty-five-year-old woman always prepares provisions. "It's in his possession."

Aluna simply nodded in acceptance and put it in the bag. After one loaf of bread was eaten, he drank a mouthful of water. He kissed the backs of his parents' hands. "Pamit. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum hail, heart of heart." Reply Iqbal who continued sipping warm coffee.

"Hopefully today the patient is boasting! Let the hassles and soybeans!" Timpal Raka shouted echoing the entire house.

"Are you praying?" Ask Mommy.

"Let's bun, brother Aluna, what habits I'm not considered."

Hearing the words made Iqbal's hand immediately raised rubbing the top of the son's head.

"By your prayer, if more patients are treated with your brother, your brother's reward is also more. And tired of being Lillah for helping people. Hm?" Iqbal.

"Yes Lin, Raka...I'm going to the office." Iqbal stood up and put on the suit that he sipped on the shoulder of the chair.

•••••

Noon, after the patient check schedule is complete. Aluna rushed to the mushola to pray dzuhur.

15 Minutes from that, he came back out after completing his duties. Unknowingly, there was a man waiting for him outside. "Wait." The girl's steps stopped. His head looked up to see who was in front of him. Before long a smile seulum was imprinted on his face.

"Eh, that was last night, right? How's he doing?"

"Well, yesterday you were the one who did me?"

Aluna nodded in response.

"Yes my own. What was? Are there any complaints?"

The man was silent. Aluna who was uncomfortable in such a fixed face, immediately bowed. But the man further deepened his vision, seeing every inch of Aluna's face.

"Ehm ehm..why is my name like that?" Aluna turned her face in the other direction.

No response, the man walked a little, his hands ready to lift. His longing seemed to be unbearable, but before the embrace fell on Aluna, the net first saw the face that was still held by the woman in front of him. Recalling the prayer service he had just seen, like something bad in his heart. He knew very well, in the religion

in Aluna, it is not allowed to touch the opposite sex except the mahram and is halal.

"Lo don't know me?" At last, it was the only question he could ask.

"No! Sorry, I'm going first."

Aluna glanced at the man who was chuckling small. "Truly yes lo lun, same friends themselves ga inget. What kind of friend are you?"

Aluna's head was raised. "What did we do before?"

"Keep your best friend from childhood is always the same lo, always take care and play with you who?"

"much. But if it's a boy, it's just Kevin. There was no one else with me."

"Well that's inget!!"

Aluna fell silent again, digesting the words of a man she hardly knew. At first glance, the girl's eyes caught the firm face of the man before her.

"Well, are you Kevin?"

"Hm..."

Aluna's eyeballs are breaking. "Kevin! How are you doing? Oh my God, his face looks like Kevin. But I may not know."

The man just smiled. Although his hands and heart were eager to grab Aluna.

"Oh yeah, let's talk first." Aluna looked at her watch. "There's still ten minutes before I'm busy again, let's go to the cafeteria."

The two walked, Aluna kept a little distance. It's nothing, afraid that there will be no guesses about them. In the cafeteria apparently still crowded, many sisters and nurses still enjoy the afternoon hours this time.

"So, how are you doing now? How wounds?"

The corner of Kevin's left lip was drawn. "So it still hurts, when you met it hurts."

"Call me-you yeah, better to hear."

"Hm..." He muttered further by saying. "You moved house? I'm looking for an old address, nothing."

"Yes, it's been a long time. About four years."

"Oh, panties. Btw, congratulations Luun!! I'm a doctor, my friend." Said Kevin who was proud to make Aluna chuckle.

"What are you doing in Surabaya? The lecture? Work.or,,"

"No, I.m afraid I'm in Surabaya just for the sake of a full appointment to meet you. I've been here five days, just met now. Where did you move?!"

"Let me tell you the address, so you can play there too."

"Ehm,, doctor Aluna. Can I have her phone number?"

"O Allah vin, call me Aluna! Don't use a doctor."

"That's the truth, Doctor Aluna.."

Aluna hissed with her lips slightly forward, but for no two seconds she smiled broadly. His hand stretched out forward advancing the phone. "The number..."

Quickly the guy took and saved the number that had been given.

"By the way, that's why you got that vin wound?"

"Oh, fall that malem. Because it doesn't focus on the streets, yeah.gini deh." Answer by raising your shoulders.

"Now are you in college or are you working?"

"Guein..."

"Excuse me."

Both attention was distracted. A sister smiled at the two.

"Sorry doc, remind me there's a patient check schedule this hour."

Aluna reflexes looking back at her watch. "Oh yeah, Vin sorry but I think I should go. It's not papa, is it?"

Kevin nodded calmly. "Yes, the spirit of doctor Aluna's work."

"The same with the spirit of Kevin."

Kevin hissing. "Gue's not old."

"Yes, go first... Assalamualaikum."

Hearing the greeting, the man was silent for a long time until Aluna had walked away. His mouth seemed muddled when he wanted to answer his greetings.

•••••

"So how's doc? My daughter can come home when?"

"Thank God his condition is much better now, and later in the afternoon can go straight home." Aluna replied, inviting a smile of relief from the mother and the patient.

"Please pay more attention to the food and drinks consumed by her daughter mom, for now do not first allow to eat and drink packaging. Especially like marimas, and bottled drinks are sold. Because, if the condition of diabetes in the trivial and in the let then a great risk of complications of the disease such as kidney failure, nervous disorders, TB and other diseases. So please from now on, to pay more attention to health huh?"

The mother nodded obediently.

"Yes, I have permission to leave first." After saying that, Aluna and the nurse came back out of the room. They stepped in to check on the next patient.

Up to where they passed through the hallway of the operating room, there were many people who crowded. The two women stopped their steps. "What's up?" Mumbled Aluna.

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*بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم*

سُبْحَانَكَ اللَّهُمَّ وَبِحَمْدِكَ أَشْهَدُ أَنْ لاَ إِلَهَ إِلاَّ أَنْتَ أَسْتَغْفِرُكَ وَأَتُوبُ إليكْ

“Holy Thou art O Allah & Praise be to Thee, I testify that there is no God but Thee, I ask forgiveness and repent to Thee.”

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