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Time showed half five in the morning, after Salsa finished her morning prayers, the girl took the initiative to help her Mother in the kitchen. Today, he got his afternoon ration to go to his family's hospital.

He wore an instant hijab before descending to the bottom. Do not forget to prepare a uniform of pride that he will wear later in the afternoon. After that, Salsa's legs climbed down the stairs to get to the kitchen.

"Assalamualaykum, Mother," said Salsa, hugging her mother from behind, slicing an onion in the kitchen island.

"Waalaykumsalam, baby. Dapet rations of the afternoon?" ask Mother.

"Yes, Bun. Salsa help, will you?"

Who knows if this beautiful doctor still has a spoiled nature to his mother. Contrary to his nature when he was in the hospital. Of course, because in the scope of work, he must be a professional human being. The spoiled nature of Salsa is only natural, because of its young age, 24 years.

"Well prayers, dawn? If not, pray first," said the mother.

"Here you are, Bun."

Afterwards, they were armed with kitchen weapons. The mother will be cooking chicken soup for breakfast this morning. Sounds tempting and fitting for breakfast menu. They cook with a joke. Salsa told me more about her activities in the hospital. Yesterday he had an operation, and it turned out to be a successful operation, and of course with the permission of Allah Swt. He is proud to have Salsa. Her daughter saved many lives because of Allah's permission.

After a long time of cooking and telling stories, finally the chicken soup was ready. Salsa immediately set up the dining table when the mother raised her chicken soup to pour into a large bowl.

"Salsa in, noon?" the voice of the baritone whom Salsa loved so much had walked over and sat on the dining table chair.

"Yes, Dad. That's why we can have breakfast. Yesterday Salsa had an impromptu operation into the night, so there was lightening until noon, hehe," Salsa said as she poured chicken soup into her bowl.

"It sure works" his father guessed.

Salsa nodded.

Suddenly a bell rang in the middle of their breakfast.

"Let Salsa open, Bun," he said. After saying, Salsa directly walked towards the main door.

"Assalamualaykum," shouted someone from outside, none other than that guest.

"Waalaykumsalam, wait a minute" Salsa said as she walked along.

Salsa opened her door and was surprised to see who her guests were this morning. A second later, Salsa neutralized her nervousness, changing her face to try to calm down. Do not ask the heart, the heart specialist can also feel a rapid heartbeat.

"K-Kak Ara and Brother Dirga? Come on in, come have breakfast with Daddy and Mommy," said Salsa a little nervous and put on a crisp smile.

After Salsa stayed alone, he closed the door and sat down in the living room chair. No taste for breakfast in the morning. His heart was full of seeing the two human children. If this is the way, how can Salsa forget her first love?

"O Allah, this feeling has long been entrenched in the heart of the servant, but why not disappear. He, Angkasa Dirgantara, the man I like will work with his own servant cousin. Eliminate this feeling, O God," he exclaimed.

To neutralize the situation, Salsa re-joined the dining table. Ara and Dirga had breakfast to honor the offer of Father and Mother. Salsa finished her breakfast slowly because her taste was gone in the earth. They told me about the wedding day Ara and Dirga will be held next month. This makes Salsa food can not get into the esophagus. Tight, chest tight.

Does it have to be, he reveals his feelings directly and makes his cousin and Dirga's wedding so destroyed by it? Oh obviously not, it's not a Salsa type at all.

It will remain the Siti Fatimah Az-Zahra of Ali ibn Abi Talib. Love in silence is beautiful despite the pain in feeling. Fatimah Az-Zahra was strong, so she had to imitate him. The woman is meek and in high esteem, it is unethical to express feelings to men.

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"Doctor Salsa," call Rena, who is none other than her own best friend.

"Assalamualaykum first, cake. Very habit," said Salsa sewot while neatly arranging the documents scattered on her desk after signing.

"Yes, yes Sorry. Waalaykumsalam" said Rena as she sat at Salsa's table.

"What about romance, lo? Can you move on, not yet?" tanya Rena put on a sinless look. As if that was just a normal question for Salsa.

Salsa snorted, "No need to discuss, why? Let it be my business as Above" he said, putting a pink map in his desk locker.

"Keep me, what? I am also surprised at the same. It could have been seven years of feeling, a shadow, seven years of trying" says Rena using a little muscle when throwing the word seven years.

"Gue can't keep feeling that long, Sal. Anyway, you are beautiful, beautiful, many like the same lo, just choose directly halalin, it is all right. You do not need to use the event nyimpen feeling all," said Rena firmly. Because his best friend is too save heartache because he saw his best friend suffer because of feelings.

Salsa sighed, rubbed her face in a huff and uttered the sentence of Istighfar several times.

"But it's not that easy, Ren. It's not a matter of choosing a candidate to hold directly halalin, it's a matter of the heart" Salsa said limply.

"Keep you want to hope the same prospective cousin lo husband, that? Oh my God, Aaron Akbar! Now you just have two choices, you do directly if you love, do you back off from first love, lo? I'm sure, you will choose the second option," said Rena steady while pounding the Salsa table slowly.

"Take a. I'll choose the second option,"

"Do I need to know my graduated cousin, Cairo?" asked Rena while putting on a sour face.

"No, what the hell lo," said Salsa did not accept.

"Eat him, move on dong,"

"O Allah, Renata Prasojo! I tried to move on, but it failed. But I'm going to take him for granted. I was too low in faith, so it could be kek gini. I have been too obedient to worldly desires. Yes, yes, lupain. Anyway, the match has been written neatly on the laufuzl mahfuzh," Salsa said as she looked at Rena who looked back at her. He could see how sad his best friend was when he saw someone he loved had become someone else's.

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