My Only One's

The face of Amara

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One week later …

"Wake up Neng, it's morning." Galang looked down and whispered in Amara's ear, as he always did every time he woke her up in the morning.

Amara groaned, then blinked to adjust the light entering her eyes, then stunned.

"Let's go fast, we have to go to the hospital again. Check up and open the bandage."

"Can it be opened?" Amara slowly got up and sat leaning on the head of the bed.

"We'll find out. Who knows what?" reply Galang.

"Yes already." The woman shifted and lowered her legs slowly.

Galang helped her up and tried to wash her into the bathroom like in the days before.

"Are you not too tight?" Galang make sure the bond on Amara's hair is correct. 

He did not want to make the woman look messy even though her condition had not fully recovered.

"Udah."

"Related?"

Amara nodded her head.

"Well then, shall we have breakfast?"

"Yes." Yeah." The woman nodded again.

Then Galang took him out of the room after he also changed clothes, and immediately headed to the dining room.

"So much more cooking?" Amara stared at the food on the table.

"Yes, as usual." Slide the bowl filled with porridge with a mixture of small slices of chicken meat with vegetables and corn. Which its pleasant aroma immediately wafted as soon as he scooped it.

"Why keep making your own? Can you get the apartment manager to cook?" Amara opened her mouth as soon as the man thrust the spoon near her mouth.

"It's okay, it's just porridge."

"Aren't you bothered?"

"No, it's ordinary." The bar also bribed itself. 

It was their habit to eat like that. What Amara ate, she ate it anyway. From the same container and spoon.

The man painstakingly took care of all Amara's needs and everything she needed until her condition completely improved.

"Son't you have to cook for me?"

"It's not necessary, but I should have taken care of you, right?"

"But you're tired?"

"It's mundane. Isn't that how it should be? Mom says that if you're married, you have to take care of each other. Maybe this means."

"Mother who taught you brother to take care of me?"

"Not to take care of you, but to take care of myself."

"But it's gonna take care of me too?"

"That is the use of mother's teaching. Haha."

"And good too?"

"Hu'um." Galang nodded with a smile.

"You want more?" ask when the bowl is empty.

"No, that's enough." Amara shook her head.

"okay." Then Galang poured drinking water complete with his sucker which was immediately sucked by Amara.

"Well, now ready to go to the hospital again?" The man said.

"It's really males, but what can I do?" Amara replied with an unhappy look.

And Galang just smiled while tidying up his clothes. Wearing a hoodie with a head and face cover so that his wife was spared from the strange gazes of people they might encounter.

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"How's Ara doing today?" Doctor Kirana's smile greeted them on the eve of that afternoon. 

Even Arfan was already there to accompany his daughter after Galang called.

"Okay Doctor, Ara can't wait to open the bandage" replied Galang who helped Amara sit in the examination blankar.

"Okay, let's check first, shall we? Hopefully it can be opened." said the beautiful doctor.

Kirana's doctor came closer and she touched Amara's left face.

"Is it still painful?" He then asked.

"Sometimes, but most often it's itchy." Amara answered.

"That's ordinary. The drying process of the wound and the unification of all skin and meat tissue does cause such a taste" he explained who checked the condition.

"There's more of that?" He asked again.

"Nothing is."

"All right, we're getting ready to open it, okay?"

Amara nodded her head.

Dr. Kirana slowly and carefully removed the adhesive on the back of the bandage on Amara's head.

Opening the twists and turns that are attached to each other until the surface is thinning, and what appears behind it. Only one layer remained that covered the surgical scar along the cheekbones and jaw area of Amara.

Slowly he removed the layer, then there was also an area that initially had an incision wound.

Everyone waited with a thump. They are both curious and curious, but it feels quite stressful too.

Amara looked at Doctor Kirana's face in silence and she herself was so curious about her own circumstances that she too was silent at him.

"How's it?" Galang came forward before Amara and he was stunned for a while.

Doctor Kirana took a few steps back.

"Am I being ugly?" Amara opens the sound.

Galang did not respond immediately, nor did Arfan who advanced after him.

"I'm being ugly, right? Operation failed?" ask Amara again and she almost cried.

"You're kidding me, aren't you? Operation succeeded!" Galang pushed forward and then hugged her tightly.

"Times?"

"Your face is back to how it was and the scar is almost invisible." The man chuckled.

"Really?"

"Yes!" He pulled himself back and then backed off.

Amara then turned to Arfan who was behind her husband. The man smiled and his face looked relieved.

Then he turned to Doctor Kirana who was also smiling complacently behind them.

"If you can not first express excessively because the scar is still in process. It is still in the healing stage and requires more treatment. But in general, everything's fine." The doctor explained.

"Thank you Doctor." said Amara gratefully.

"Either. May his recovery be faster after this." replied the Doctor.

"I gave her something to take care of in addition to the existing drugs?" he continued, and he switched to his desk.

One pouch contains several small containers of cream and jellies he gave along with the drugs Amara needed to help his recovery.

"Remember not to touch the former part of the operation too tight or add another cream huh? Use this for a while" he said.

"Can't you wear make up?" Amara asked.

"Can, but don't be thick. Just thin, and remember to use this care product first. This is specifically for postoperative recovery."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Okay, anything else to ask?" the doctor said before ending the day's consultation.

Amara still looked at her face.

"If it doesn't exist, it means everything is done today" he continued, closing his notes.

"Can it be pretty like a doctor how?" chirp Amara innocently.

"What?"

Doctor Kirana laughed at the patient's question.

"Which part should be changed to be beautiful like a Doctor?" ask the woman again.

"Nothing."

"Hum?"

"There is nothing in the body that has to be changed in order to be beautiful" she replied, diplomacy.

"Times?" Amara doesn't believe it.

"Seriously. The operation is carried out only in an emergency and if absolutely necessary. If you don't need it, don't."

"But those artists?"

"They just do it for aesthetic and artistic needs. But my advice is not to. God's creation is always better."

"Can't believe the doctor said that I didn't hear it myself?"

"The reality is so. They change the shape of the face or body to be more beautiful not because it is necessary, but because they want to."

"Isn't he?"

"Mostly so. And only a few of them do it because they are forced to for health. You take for example."

"So don't you?"

"It's not really necessary."

"Keep the doctor can be beautiful?"

"It can, being cared for, and it's best to keep what God created."

"Hmm .. But I think the doctor is beautiful from there? Just treated like this."

"Yes, that's a gift. And it has to be guarded, right?"

"Yes too."

"You're beautiful too."

Amara smiles.

"Doctor is married?" The question becomes more personal.

"Miss?" Tried to stop it.

"Why ask about that?" Doctor Kirana laughed softly.

"Just want to know."

"Oh .. not yet."

"Huh? Time?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"This beauty isn't married yet?"

"It has nothing to do with a man's beauty. If it wasn't time, it wouldn't be."

"Wedding?"

Doctor Kirana shook her head.

"Daughter? Temen derek?"

"Nothing either."

"Duh?"

"On my soul mate is picky about it."

"You're the handsome one, huh?"

"If there is a yes." The doctor laughed again.

"Doctor was kidding?"

"Yes, hehehe …"

"Cute doctor joke."

"Thank you."

"Is that enough? Can we go home?" Interrupting the conversation.

"Mh …."

"Maybe after this the doctor has another patient to consult, so we'd better get out." The man said.

"alright. But can I have a consultation with the doctor?" amara said again when Galang helped her move into a wheelchair.

"May, just chat."

"Okay if that's it."

"We say thank you, Doctor." Then Galang immediately took him out.

"What the hell are you, what's the bad question?" He pushed Amara's wheelchair away.

"Just ask, brother."

"Yes, but shame."

"Then ask a perverted on the street tofu?"

"Yes, but …."

"It's over?" At the same time Darren appeared in a hurry.

"Where are you from?" asked Arfan to his brother-in-law.

"I came here on purpose, told Mama." Darren replied.

"Mama?"

"Yes, Mama told me to look at Ara's condition."

"I'm okay, the bandages are open." Amara.

"really?" The man walked closer.

"Hu'um, look at yourself."

Darren chuckles.

"Well, what did I say? You're beautiful again." 

Amara nodded her head.

"Eat him, trust me!" said the man.

"Yes, Darren."

"Sorry, excuse me?" Doctor Kirana appeared again after a while.

"Yes?" They all look at each other.

"Some of you are left behind, good thing you are not far away?" The woman handed over the hoodie Amara wore as well as her face cover.

"Oo, thank you Doctor." Received the goods.

"Well, then excuse me?" said the doctor who always throws a sweet smile.

"Okay, are we checking your hands and feet now?" Galang continued their steps to continue the examination on Amara.

"Can." And his wife answered cheerfully.

Then the three of them immediately passed from the place except for Darren who was still stunned in his place standing staring at Doctor Kirana's tightly closed door.

"Don't look at it, Doctor Kirananya busy" said Amara who broke the man's daydream.

"Or, if you want to know samperin his person in. He's also a single sister." 

Darren frowned.

"What are you talking about?" The man ran after them with a reddened face.

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