My husband, Doctor Adrian

Bujumbura

ADRIAN'S POV

It's raining today in Bujumbura. I have been living and working here for seven months. After many months in this foreign country, I knew the main problem of society being deficient, which was unplanned birth. I'm sorry to see so many kids here are malnourished. Many of the people here also do not have education, so this has happened for hundreds of years, generations to generations.

I set up a hospital as well as some schools from my own donors and my own savings. Here, I know some of the city officials. They help me in everything I need. The surrounding residents also helped me, so that the construction of the building was completed in a relatively short time.

I no longer have surgery. Besides the fact that the people here don't need it, I'm still punishing myself. I am sorry for the one life I lost, my own flesh and blood. I do not deserve to save the lives of many people while my own son is gone for good because of my selfishness.

I still dream a lot about my childhood. That little blonde blue-eyed kid. It really makes me cramped. But at least I'm here, away from the homeland I was born in and feeling down.

Someone patted my shoulder.

I'm turning.

Syena.

He knows I need a lot of obgyn here. So, he took the initiative to leave his job in Jakarta and work here. He started working at my hospital two months ago. He assured me that he was also moved to help the underprivileged here. I was amazed at the kindness of his heart. Always has been, since High School.

"Think what?" tanyakanya.

I let out a breath.

"Job." I said briefly.

"That's all you think about. It's time to rest. Come on.." Syena grabbed my arm.

"Are you like this to all men?" I asked half a joke.

"What's? Of course not!" he was half pouting.

I smiled in my heart. For me, Syena is like a friend. He's the same age as me. We knew him when we went to the same high school. Since then, we have been close. He is a cheerful figure, in the middle of a difficult life. We dated for five years, but it all ended when we were both busy with our work. We decided to be friends. Nearly two years later, I met Lula. We dated for two years, even married for three years, although we eventually divorced.

Lula.

With him, everything is different. I became a different me. He's absolutely perfect. She was beautiful, mature, always making the eyes of any man look at her. I always acted like a child in front of him. I never revealed my heart to him. Perhaps, her beauty reminds me too much of my real mother. All my past pain, as if preventing me from expressing my love for her. But she is the only woman who has ever filled my heart, and will remain so.

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"Dream again?" Syena asked while devouring her sandwich.

"Ah, sorry. So, what did you say just now?" I started to get busy with my food.

"I asked. When are you here?" ask Syena again.

"What do you mean?"

"They don't even need a cardiologist here. You know that better."

I scratched my temple. Syena's words have a point. During this time, I only worked as a general practitioner. They don't need my skills. Most of the diseases they suffer are easily solved with nutritious foods, vitamins, and medicines which, thanks to my cooperation with the government, were successfully imported from the United States.

"The city is much healthier now. The Burundian government has also made this a pilot city. Soon in other cities across Africa, there will be the construction of new schools and hospitals. You did it, Adrian. Anyways.. Do you know what? This country isn't the only place that needs your help."

"You mean.." I scratched my temple. Syena always speaks quickly, she always speaks her mind. Unlike Lula, which is hard for me to read.

Ah... Lula again. I guess I'll never forget that woman.

Sometimes I'm amazed at the way Syena thinks. He was always broad-minded. As for me, I focus so much on details that often the outline goes out of my sight.

"Well, you know why I can't go home yet.."

Lula.

Lula answers.

In every universe, it will always be the reason why I do everything. I knew I would never be able to forget it if I stayed in Indonesia. I'll always find excuses so I can find out where he is, see him, be close to him, and know what else I'm gonna do. I just want him to be happy, even without me.

Syena's speechless. I didn't notice the change in mood because I also dissolved into my own mind, thinking of someone I should have forgotten.

Syena's phone rang, surprising both of us. Apparently one of the nurses called. A mother is about to give birth. Syena and I immediately ran to the patient.

Syena immediately entered the delivery room. In the waiting room, a mature brown-skinned child looked agitated. He's about seven years old. His body is thin and dirty. He looked at me sadly.

"What's inside..your mother?" ask me in english. During this time, I studied a little bit of kirundi, the national language of Burundi. Most of the African population speaks English.

The boy nodded.

I let him sit. "Calm down. Your mother is in good hands. Where's dad?" my many. I'm just concerned about why this little boy single-handedly drove his mother.

The boy shrugged both his shoulders. A little pity lingered in my feelings.

"Whose name are you?" ask again.

"James, Doctor." said the boy slowly. He must be confused why there are strangers like me in this hospital.

"James, what a name.."

I was just about to ask another question when a nurse approached me.

"Doctor, you're waiting for the patient" the nurse said.

"Okay, I went there. Before that, can you make sure this kid is okay? Her mother was giving birth inside."

"Good, Doc. I'll check here often."

"alright. Little boy, your mother must be fine. Be calm.." I rubbed the boy's back and immediately went to see my patients.

Without me realizing that it wasn't my last meeting with James. In fact, we'll be close in the next decades. Having more or less the same experience keeps us close to each other.

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