Mom's a Beautiful Doctor

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Vira finishes cooking dinner and arranges all her meals onto the dining table in favor of Minah. Vira forbids Citra bu to help her and asks Citra to sit on the dining table chair.

Bu Citra smiled looking at Vira very painstakingly and deftly with the kitchen affairs. He saw the cuisine of Vira presented on the table, the menu of food is simple but looks very delicious.

" You seem to be used to kitchen utensils and you cook deftly. Do you often cook at home?, "ask Ms Citra.

Vita smiled and nodded "Often ma'am, sometimes I cook at home if there is no schedule in the hospital, " replied Vira softly.

" Well, great you kid. Rarely in today's career women who are smart to cook and take care of the house. Most of them would have given up everything to the housekeeper, "praise Citra ma'am.

" Mom praised me too much. After all, there are many career women who are also good at taking care of the house. For example, all my best friends and certainly many career women out there who are great at taking care of their households, " said Vira low.

" You're too low, son. Oh yes, I want to ask, you are here to live with your family or how?, "ask Ms Citra.

" I live here accompanied by Mr. Jaka and his wife and children. Mr. Jaka was assigned to accompany and keep me while I was in Medan because my family was all in Jakarta, " replied Vira.

" Why did you choose to live alone here, son?, "ask mom Citra curiously.

Vira smiled "I just want to find a new atmosphere mom and want to be more independent again, "vira replied not completely lying. It is impossible to say the main reason.

" Are you sure it was just that? Or maybe you were heartbroken and ran away here?, " asked Citra in a seductive tone.

" Yes no ma'am, there's only one, "elak Vira.

" Do you have a partner? I'm sorry I asked you this, I just made sure that no one would misunderstand me because Harsya called you Ummi, " ask Bu Citra heartfelt fear of violating Vita's privacy.

Vira smiled again and shook her head "I'm alone ma'am, " replied Vira with a pain in her heart when she remembered Reno.

" Alhamdulillah, "said bu imagery slowly but still faint sounding by Vira.

" What did Mom say? I didn't really hear her, " asked Vira to make sure.

" Ehh no son, it's just that I feel calm because there will be no misunderstanding to you later, " replied Citra ma'am.

" I don't think anyone could have misunderstood Mom. But, maybe there will be a misunderstanding later with his abi Harsya, " said Vira.

Bu Citra shook her head and then sighed heavily "As of now, Gaishan still does not want to find ummi for Harsya. She is still at home with her solitude despite being often introduced to the children of friends mother, Gaishan always refused. In fact, the cousin of his wife also often pay attention but not in the limelight by his, "reply bu Citra with a tone sounded desperate.

Vira gently stroked Citra's back while giving the power "It's not that easy for us to forget someone we love so much and replace it with a new one. But, you also do not despair to continue advising her abi Harsya because Harsya really needs the love and attention of a mother. However, you also do not be too pushy because surely it will burden his mind, " said Vira.

" You're right, son. Thank you for listening and giving input to mom, "reply to Citra.

Azan Maghrib echoed the two women's chatter. Bu Citra invites Vira to go to the family room to meet Ibrahim, Gaishan and Harsya.

" Gaishan, you will teach in the mosque?, "ask Citra when she sees Gaishan standing up and preparing to go to the mosque with Harsya. Mr. Ibrahim, meanwhile, had just returned from his room after changing his clothes with a cocoa shirt and sarong.

" No ma'am, tonight Gaishan has a holiday to teach him and wants to rest. Tomorrow, Gaishan will return to teaching, " replied Gaishan.

" It's good then. After all there are guests in the house and it is not good in a long stay. Later after finishing the prayer, immediately go home yes, the food is ready later afraid of cold, " said Mrs Citra.

" Good ma'am, "reply Gaishan then kiss the back of Citra's hand followed by Harsya.

" Ummi, Harsya went to pray in the mosque first yes, "that is, Harsya then kissed the back of Vira's hand.

" Yes dear, Harsya heart heart yes. Hold abi's hand, don't take it off on the way to the mosque. And remember, his prayers do not play, must be solemn, "reply Vira then give a kiss on both cheeks Harsya.

" Ready, ummi, "Harsya replied while giving a respectful gesture making Vira chuckle with anxiety at Harsya's behavior.

All interactions between Vira and Harsya are not separated from Gaishan's view. He smiled very thinly, when he saw the closeness of his son with a woman who was always called ummi. There was a sense of warmth in his heart when he saw his son's interaction with Vira.

" Assalamualaikum, "pamit pak Ibrahim, Gaishan and Harsya together.

" Waalaikumussalam, "reply to Citra and Vira.

Bu Citra, Vira and Minah pray together in a small musholla at home. As usual, if Gaishan does not go out of town, then Citra will pray at home because there are already people who will watch over Harsya during the mosque.

Tonight, Vira became a prayer priest at Citra's request. The melodious voice of Vira when chanting the holy verse of the Qur'an, makes the hearts of Citra and Minah vibrate. Just this time they heard the voice of this woman. In fact, Nissa Gaishan's wife was not this smart.

After completing the Maghrib prayer, Vira asked permission to teach for a while while waiting for the return of Mr. Ibrahim, Gaishan and Harsya. With pleasure, Citra allows, even they teach three.

Mr. Ibrahim, Gaishan and Harsya were stunned when they had just entered the house. The melodious voice of Vira as she chanted the holy roar of the Qur'an echoed throughout the house. Gaishan closed his eyes enjoying the melodious voice of Vira.

" Gaishan, "the call of Mr. Ibrahim made Gaishan aware of his activities that were enjoying the melodious voice of Vira.

" Ehh emm yeah, well, "saut Gaishan is nervous.

" Hayoo, again enjoy the melodious voice of Vira son huh?, "tease sir Ibrahim.

" Astagfirullah, O Allah, I am ashamed to have come to terms with my father. But, indeed his melodious voice made anyone who heard feel at ease, "the muttered Gaishan in heart with a flushed face embarrassed.

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