Mom's a Beautiful Doctor

Just Want to Protect

Vira and the Gaishan family are enjoying a dinner cooked by Vira. Praise for praise in getting Vira from Citra, Mr. Ibrahim and the most frenetic is Harsya. He kept saying that Vira's fried chicken tasted really good and beat his grandmother's fried chicken.

However, in contrast to Gaishan, the man had just been silent and enjoying his food without caring about the excitement created by his family. Undeniably, the cuisine of Vira is very delicious, even the cuisine of the mother and Almarhumah his wife just lost. But, He was too embarrassed to give a compliment to Vira.

And Vira himself did not expect any praise from Gaishan either. He remained focused on feeding Harsya who was eating her voraciously. Then, after that he fed himself.

After dinner, Vira cleaned the dining table and washed the dishes and glasses assisted by bik Minah. After that, he returned to the living room where the Gaishan family had gathered.

" Ummi, here sitting next to Harsya "call Harsya and tell her Vira to sit beside her.

Vira feels doubtful because Harsya is currently sitting next to Gaishan who is focused on staring at the television screen featuring children's cartoons.

Hearing his son calling out to Vira, Gaishan turned his gaze towards Vira who was currently standing not far from the sofa.

" Look Vira, why bother? Let's sit here, "take Citra ma'am.

" Ehh, yes ma'am " replied Vira nervously.

Vira stepped up her legs and sat on the sofa beside Harsya. Forced, he sat there because when he wanted to sit on a single sofa, Harsya sulked and forced Vira to sit next to him.

" What's the ummi boy watching?, "asked Vira gently while stroking the darling of Harsya's head.

" Watching Upin Ipin, ummi, "Harsya answered and asked to sit on Vira's lap.

Vira lifts Harsya up on her lap and Harsya drops her head into Vira's chest and refocuses on the television screen. Every now and then, he laughs at the funny behavior of Upin, Ipin and his friends.

" Son Vira this is the doctor, Gaishan, "praise Mrs Citra to start a chat.

Gaishan and Vira who feel their names are called turn their eyes towards Bu Citra.

" Ohh, yeah. General practitioner or specialist? In which hospital?, "ask Gaishan trying to build a chat. He knew his mother said that because she wanted him to start a conversation with Vira.

" I'm a pediatrician and I'm on duty at RSIA X" Vira replied.

" Ouhh's. How long has it been in the hospital?, "asked Gaishan.

" Just because before her I served in RSIA in Jakarta, " replied Vira.

Gaishan's forehead wrinkled "Why move?, " asked Gaishan curiously.

" Just want the atmosphere just now, "vira replied with a faint smile but could make Gaishan's heart tremble.

" Astagfirullah, "Gaishan was privileged in his heart while looking down his head when he felt something different after seeing Vira's smile.

" Where do you own emmm brothers work?, "asked Vira. He himself hesitated when calling Gaishan as brother, but if only calling his taste name sounded impolite considering Gaishan was older than him.

Deg.

Geez, Gaishan's heart was getting worse when he heard Vira calling him brother. He is also often called brother or mas, but feels ordinary. However, when he heard Vira calling him as brother, somehow his heart was pounding.

" No no, there's no way I'm interested in her. This must be because his face is similar to Nissa, then I feel if Nissa is the one who called me, "gazed Gaishan in his heart to deny his feelings that he currently feels.

" Gaishan, in tanya even daydreaming, "reprovided Citra bu.

" Ehh, sorry. I'm sorry you asked what?, "ask Gaishan covering up his nervousness.

" Where's your brother?, "asked Vira again.

" I work as a lecturer at an Islamic state university, " replied Gaishan.

" Ouhh sir lecturer, " muttered Vira mangosteen.

Their chatter was stopped because the voice of the azan Isha had reverberated. Gaishan invited Harsya to pray to the mosque, but Harsya did not want to because he was still busy watching cartoons. Finally, after being persuaded by Vira, Harsya would also go to the mosque with abi and his grandfather.

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After returning to Isya prayer, Harsya invited Vira to accompany her to sleep because she already felt very sleepy. Quickly, Vira carried Harsya towards the little boy's room on the second floor.

" Ummi, tomorrow take Harsya to school right?, "ask Harsya before going to bed.

" Emmm inter no yes, " said Vira looks like thinking while holding her chin.

" Ummi had to take Harsya to school every day, "squeak Harsya then frowned because Vira was still silent and smiled with anxiety at Harsya who was sulking

" Tomorrow, just let Abi take Harsya to school, "Vira was surprised because when he wanted to answer, Gaishan arrived just come in and join in his chat with Harsya.

Vira immediately wakes up from her slanted sleeping position facing Harsya as Gaishan walks into Harsya's room. He sat by the head of the bed when Gaishan was at the side of Harsya's bed.

" No, abi. Harsya wants her ummi who takes Harsya to school, "push down Harsya.

" So now, Harsya doesn't want to go to school anymore? Abi sulks then because Harsya is more choosy among the ummi, "the Gaishan temple.

" Harsya still wants abi, but for now Harsya wants her in the same ummi first, " said Harsya who was afraid to see her abi sulk.

" But baby, ummi has to work. Pity dong if every morning once in the morning ummi come here far away just to take Harsya to school. Let abi take Harsya to school, "persuade Gaishan and this time his face has returned as usual.

Harsya shook her head and her two eyes began to look glassy wanting to cry. Vira who saw that sighed then looked at Gaishan for a moment, after which looked back at Harsya.

" Tomorrow, ummi will take Harsya to school. So, Harsya don't cry baby, " said Vira.

Harsya looked at Vira then smiled and hugged Vira "Thank you, ummi. Harsya dear ummi, "reply Harsya.

" Ummi is also very dear to Harsya. Yes already, now Harsya sleeps yes, it's night. Let's read the prayer before going to bed, "vira said and then told Harsya to read the prayer.

Harsya nodded then read her prayer. After that, he closed his eyes and it didn't take long, Harsya had already entered the dreamland. While waiting for Harsya to fall asleep, Gaishan and Vira were equally silent.

Seeing Harsya asleep, Vira tidied Harsya's blanket and gave a kiss on Harsya's forehead. He got up and left Harsya's room without saying goodbye to Gaishan who had been watching his interactions with Harsya.

Just a few steps away from Harsya's room, Gaishan's call in the back stopped his steps. Vira turned her body facing towards Gaishan.

" What's the matter?, "asked Vira to the point when she had faced Gaishan with a distance of about two meters.

Gaishan sighed heavily "There's something I want to talk to you alone, okay?, "pinta Gaishan.

Vira's forehead wrinkled and her face also looked confused after hearing Gaishan's request "Talking together? about what?, "vira murmured in the heart.

" It's about Harsya, " continued Gaishan looking at Vira's confused gaze.

After hearing what he wanted to talk about Harsya, Vira immediately nodded in agreement with Gaishan's request. Gaining approval from Vira, Gaishan invites Vira to come downstairs and speak together in the living room because her parents are currently in the family room.

" What's up with Harsya?, "asked Vira to the point. Geez Vira, you don't have a bad base, hehehe.

Gaishan looked at Vira then sighed "I want to apologize because my son has been troubling you these few days, especially considering you as his ummi. I promise after this, I will give understanding to Harsya so that He knows if you are not his ummi and do not force you to take him to school every day and do not need to accompany him until he sleeps, " Gaishan.

Vira stared dislikefully at Gaishan when she heard Gaishan's words. Indeed He was not his ummi Harsya, but He did not bother to drive and accompany the little boy. Because honestly, he was already loving and did not want to be far away from the little boy.

" I don't feel bothered because honestly I already love Harsya very much. Or, in fact, you yourself who do not like my existence here because my face is similar to your late wife?, " Checkmate Vira.

" Truely, though, from the beginning I myself also feel uncomfortable and afraid of slander if every day I come to this house because of your status as a widower and certainly his also looks not good every girl the day came to someone's house where inside the house was a man with the status of widower . But, uh, seeing Harsya last night roaring no want to escape from me makes me pity and can only pray that no one has any ill intentions and spread slander during my time here, ".

" However, if you still feel dislike for my presence here, it's okay, I understand. Tomorrow is the last day I take Harsya to school and the last day I meet Harsya. After that, I will leave and will never see Harsya again, "vira's last words made Gaishan gasp and there was a sense of disbelief in hearing Vira would be gone from her son's life.

To be honest, this is not what Gaishan wants. He simply did not want to trouble Vira and burden Vira with all of Harsya's requests. And of course her, He also wanted to keep the honor of Vira as a woman because after all it would not be good in the eyes of people if every day saw Vira coming to the house of a male widower like himself, as he was, according to Vira's words.

" I'm sorry if the word I said offended you. Other than not wanting to trouble you, the more important thing than that is because I want to keep your honor as a good woman good. I do not want others to look badly at you because every day come to the house of a man let alone the man is a widower, as you have said before. Dek Vira, I just want to protect you from the gossip of the neighbors, "the light of Gaishan and his soft voice at the end of his sentence as well as the gentle gaze of Gaishan made Vira gasp.

" Protect his word? Oh my god, my heart why so jogged ria like this. That again, his gaze made the heart melt only, "vira murmured inwardly while grasping both of her hands holding back nervousness and embarrassment.

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