Love My Doctor Husband

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

The afternoon has returned to greet, as the sun slowly dims its rays, which will soon bring a beautiful twilight.

An uneasy-looking was clearly on his face, with eyeballs that Kiran kept throwing at the wall clock that was attached to the inner wall of the shop.

Having already shown the time at half-five in the afternoon, Kiran immediately swung her two legs, approaching Dian, who was busy arranging flowers, forming a bucket.

"Dian..."

A face that instantly turned away, with activities that he paused.

"What's Kiran?"

"Can I go home first?"

One eyebrow Dian raised, giving a much more intense look at Kiran, after hearing what the long-haired girl had just said.

"You want to go home first?"

"Yes. My dad's sick, and I want to see him."

"But aren't you going home together, Rian?"

"Tell him that I'm going to Papa's house. And he knows, where the address is, he can catch up with me if he wants."

"All right,"

After telling Dian, Kiran stretched her two legs to the back room, to take her bag.

Pointing on his shoulders, and saying goodbye to Dian.

"Dians...I'm back.." cried Kiran with half a shout.

"Be careful Kiran." replied Dian, continuing to cast her gaze Kiran, who had already passed, from inside the shop.

****

The taxi carrying Kiran, had stopped in front of a two-story dwelling. Still looking from afar, as a few minutes of self drift, in his own mood.

Two feet Kiran stepped out, headed for the gate and pressed the bell several times.

"Miss Kiran..." A small smile carved beautifully on the face of a middle-aged woman, when she found the child of her Master.

Kiran formed a smile on her face, by stepping inside the house, when the middle gate was open.

"Come in Miss!"

"Auntie..Is Papa really sick?" kiran asked, with footsteps running hand in hand with Aunt Surti, as the two walked into the house.

"Yes Miss.. The Great Lord has been sick for almost two months, and does not work."

"Two months?" Two Kiran eyebrows are linked. The black girl, looking very shocked, after hearing what the waiter said.

"Yes Miss..The Great Lord has not worked for two months. And my salary, too, has not been paid for two months."

Kiran let out her long breath. It was hard to squeeze her chest, after hearing what Surti had just said. Just silence, with a face that had turned grim, with footsteps that he kept swinging.

The door of the house opened, and from a distance Kiran's eyes clashed with Mama Rati, who was descending the stairs towards the bring floor.

Mama Rati's cynical smile painted on her face, staring with an unhappy look at her stepson.

"I think you've forgotten your father, ever since you married a man, who was actually your brother's husband, Disty."

"I never took Rangga. It's just possible that Disty's nuns, who haven't been lucky enough to marry a rich man."

"Originally you know! If Rangga's mother doesn't like you at all, Kiran!"

"I didn't care about it at all, during my relationship, and Mas Rangga was fine. And I didn't come here to talk about it, because I came to see my Papa." And Kiran's two eyes turned to Aunt Surti, who was still faithfully beside her.

"Come Auntie! Take me to see Papa!"

"Yes Miss!" surti countered, moving in unison with Kiran, towards the direction of the stairs - leaving Mama Rati, who was so inflamed.

Kiran's room door opens. His usual face immediately turned startled, as he reached his biological father-Papa Andi, who was lying weakly on the bed, with cheeks that looked increasingly thin.

"Kiran.." said Papa Andi, with a pushy look.

Kiran reached out to a small chair, and anchored her body there, after she placed it on the edge of the bed.

The pupils of his eyes already looked dewy, when he could not resist the sadness with his Papa's current condition.

"Papa..Why didn't Papa tell me? What if Papa is sick?"

"I'm sorry Papa," he replied slowly.

Kiran's eyes turned to Surti, who was sitting on one of the chairs in the room.

"Has Papa been taken to the doctor?"

"Already Miss..But the disease hasn't healed yet."

"Papa's running out of unag, for Kiran's treatment!"

The face that looked at Surti Kiran turned to her father, upon hearing what the middle aged man had just said.

"Running out of money?" Shocked, with a much more intense gaze.

"Yes" replied Papa Andi slowly. Stretched out that hand, and gently touched Kiran's hand, displaying her expectant gaze.

"Your husband is very rich. Please Kiran, help Papa to treat this disease. Honestly Papa's money is up, for treatment, and to meet our needs in this house, as long as Papa does not work."

Kiran let out her long breath. His eyelids are already glazed, seeing the condition of his Papa, and also his family at this time. But how could he help to treat his father? if she and Rangga just married Contract.

"Kiran's...Can't you help Papa, son?" ask Papa Andi. The look on his face had turned sad, when the princess only silenced her request.

The twenty-six-year-old girl did not immediately answer, her biological father's request. Silence, when it was late with what he thought. There was no way he would let his Papa be like this. As bad as he is, he is still his real father.

Silencing, glancing at the eyes he turned to Aunt Surti who was only silent, with her grim face.

"Alright, I'll ask Mas Rangga for help. And Auntie.." Call Kiran to the waiter of her house.

"Are you still working here? I promise you, I'll pay your unpaid salary."

"Well Miss," Aunt Surti replied, with a small smile on her face.

Kiran turned her eyes back to Papa Andi, who was looking at her with a smile.

His fingers slipped into the bag, and reached out to something there.

Took a hundred thousand bills as much as five pieces, and gave them to Aunt Surti.

"Auntie...You set everything up for Papa's needs. And Paa..I go home first, I promise I'll come again, and take Papa for a cure."

Smiling, with teary eyes. Haru, and there is also a sense of regret because all this time, he has ignored his biological daughter.

"You promised Kiran?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you, son...And say hello Papa, make Rangga."

"Good Paa..And then I'll excuse you first" said Kiran by passing away, before kissing his father's cheek.

"I go first Paa, and Aunt Surti I take Papa,"

"Well miss, and be careful on the way."

****

Kiran's gate closed slowly, when she was in front of her house. The foot swing felt heavy for the girl, when defending the coast of the road, with the twilight that had returned to say hello.

Thinking about her current condition, Kiran looked uninspired, as she was swinging on two legs. And if Rangga accepts her as his real wife, then this matter will be finished. But this isn't. Up to a million question marks, galloping to and fro in the twenty-six year old woman.

What's he supposed to do? Should he ask Rangga for help? Aren't they just marrying contracts? And all this time, Rangga never gave him a dime. Just a cell phone, and that too - because the guy broke it. But will Rangga give him a lot of money? Had he asked for it, and could it be that the man, would have given it away for free.

"There is no way Mas Rangga, gave me money for free, because our marriage bond is only a contract marriage. But I have to get money anyway. Oh my...What am I supposed to do? Because anyway, I have to bring Papa for treatment." bathin Kiran, with a fret clearly visible on her face.