That man is my husband

Destinies

The Pov Irman

Today I will go to one of the early childhood schools that are around my house, and my goal is TK pelita which is the most schools children attend there.

It has become a habit of mine every six months I always visit Kindergarten with the intention of wanting to see the development of children and want to be closer to them so that I know how to respond to the name of children under six years.

Surely because I am a pediatrician, not only do I treat their illnesses but I also want to understand them better.

Because many children in their age are a lot of rough treatment from parents, babysitters even from people around them.

I took my foot to TK Pelita there looked crowded, and like she was holding an event.

My heart was so happy to see the familiarity of their parents and children look so happy, but my eyes saw a sight that made me want to come to him.

A girl in a headscarf she was sitting alone, with her eyes looking back and forth like she was waiting for someone.

I tried to get to him and get along with him.

" Beautiful girl, ko herself" I asked as I sat next to her

There was no answer from the girl's mouth that there was only a nod and a smile.

" Why silence ? don't be afraid ! it's not bad" I said trying to convince him.

The girl bowed as if reluctant to answer.

" Jaudah we know first yuk? let me get familiar, will you?

Smiling and nodding "My name is Shafila, call me Ila just as rich Umma and father om"

A little surprised by the words of this daughter Father om, what does it mean?

" Oh her name is Ila, if so Ila just call the doctor"

" O'm a doctel ??Umma Ila also seolang doktel lo"

"Oh well... so umma Ila is just as rich om dong yah!!

" yes

The look on Ila's face was still the same as before, anxious as if expecting someone's arrival.

" Ila dear why alone, where's Ila's parents? have they not come yet?

" Umma has come ko, only Father Om who has not come so Umma is worried to ask permission to Ila to come out for a while to call Father Om"

" Oh, oh, why did Ila call her father Father Om??

" Kan says Umma whose name is Father is a father who likes children;, like belmain belsama, same Kaya Om Jo he also likes Ila "

It is clear that Ila was the victim of her parents' divorce until she did not know the figure of Father, and her mother forced to lie . But wait why the more I noticed his eyes were so similar to her, did I go crazy? Yes Rabb why I have to be stuck in love like this the more I want to forget even the greater my longing for him . I'm sure he must be happy while I'm still faithfully waiting for him, let fate answer .

"Om doctel why daydream?

" Eh.no. Ila's eyes are beautiful, reminding om of people who love, uh why om even vent the same Ila well, I chuckle as well as Ila she smiled again her smile was so similar to her. Ila darling happens to love children too how about Ila Call me Dad ?"

Ila seems to think "ok ILA call Daddy doctel only yah" so sumringah.

" okay !! well now the doctor's father wants to go first insyaallah tomorrow Doctor's father is here again "

"Yes, Dad be careful "salim then kiss the cheek.

It feels like kissing my own child, like this it feels hmmm but when can the person I love the person I want to marry be someone else's.

The clock has shown at 13:00 I rushed to my hospital, not to forget I contacted my secretary to immediately prepare everything that will be discussed in a routine meeting this time.

my meeting with Ila seemed to be a mood booster, whether there was a wind from which this mood was so very good. In Ila I found the figure of Aisha Husnah her eyes and smile were so similar.

Maybe in this world only I am a man who is willing to wait for a woman who has married, even mother's babble I don't mind who always asked me to get married. But my belief remains that I hold firmly that destiny will bring me together and unite me with her at the right time, maybe indirectly I pray she parted with her husband, huh really selfish.

The preparation of this meeting is in order, and will discuss the performance of the employees starting from the doctors and other staff.

As the new event lasted for five minutes, a sudden knock on the door forced me to stop my conversation.

A hijab-wearing female doctor came in, with her head bowed and apologized for the delay.

I saw him, is it true what I saw the man who was bowing his head was an Aisha Husnah the woman I loved so much??. O destiny you reunited with him .

I coldly told him to sit down, pretending to be ordinary.

My eyes could not turn away not to look at him but the person I looked at kept his head down, he was not aware of my existence, even though I missed him so much for four years without seeing him.

Again I pretended to be cold-assed, I rebuked him because the direction of his eyes just kept pointing down, when the rebuke from me he also began to lift his head and what happened? he was so surprised he could not explain his face.

I gave her a smile and without me even thinking she returned a smile from me, O fate may this time you bring a good destiny.

pov Irman off.

After this routine meeting, and my first goal was to find Risya I wanted to ask him why he did not tell me about Irman who owned this hospital.

"Risya "call me to Risya

" What's Mommy, "

"why didn't you tell me Irman owned this hospital?"

"Mami I don't know either, just now I know. not only Mami who was shocked Risya was also shocked half dead "

What is this feeling Rabb, why is my heart so happy. I hope there is still a chance for me to be with him I want to collect his promise four years ago may fate no longer be playing with him my love story again enough first I was in bod*hi the man breng*ek.

My steps were getting away from the meeting room earlier, Time had already shown the afternoon remembered my son he must have been waiting for me.

when my body was about to enter the car, suddenly a call came from someone calling my name. I turned my body around and saw the man I loved approaching, my heart was getting more and more irregular .

" Aisyah "call Irman from a distance and run towards me.

I waited for him to come in front of me.

" How are you? long time no see?

With bowed and ashamed I revealed "Alhamdulillah, good news. How're you? "

" Thank God, it's much, much better after seeing you again"

Irman's words really make it feel like flying,

" Have free time ?

"I'm sorry I have to go home soon, my son is waiting at home "

" Ayeah I forgot to ask the news of the Son and also your husband are they also okay?"

" Eh an-anu, ba-good "Hearing the word husband makes me nervous, there's a real sense of shame that she knows that I'm just a widow.

" Why talk like that? Just relax "

" I'm sorry, I have to go home soon "

Not ready to meet, and not ready to get any more questions about the problem of my husband is better to leave immediately.

I'm sorry Irman, but I hope fate brings us together again now, there will be something beautiful behind this all .hopefully ...