The Amorous Two Beliefs

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"Assalamualaikum! Good morning!"

Diftha had just finished wearing her shoes and was preparing to go to the office, when she heard greetings from the front of the fence.

"Greetings hallaikum!" Diftha replied at last as he stood up and opened the iron gate in front of the house.

"Assalamualaikum, sir!" Said a young man while smiling kindly at the Doctor

"Greetings walaikum. Find who?" Diftha asked as she scanned the appearance of the young man in front of her. If Diftha is known, maybe the age of the young man is around twenty-three or twenty-four years.

"This is Gizta Adelia's house?" Asked the young man while reading a piece of paper.

"Yes! You're who?" Diftha immediately squealed suspiciously.

"I'm Iqbal, sir!"

"Eh, Mum!" The young man grimaced at Diftha and seemed a little confused to call Diftha what. The face and appearance of Diftha actually does not look like fathers.

"So, what are you looking for Gizta, Iqbal?" Diftha asked again still with a full glance.

"I'm Gizta's new therapist, sir!"

"Eh, Mum!" Iqbal again confused determine the call to Diftha.

"Oh, that therapist is from the clinic, huh?" Tanya Diftha made sure.

"Fuckin' thick!"

"Yesterday morning I was here, but no one," Iqbal told a little story.

"We were still in the hospital yesterday morning. Why not call?"

"Pak Diftha's number could not be reached" Iqbal said.

"Times?"

"This is the number, right?" Iqbal shows the number written under Diftha's home address.

"Is this five or six?" Diftha asked after checking the number Iqbal showed.

"Six, right?"

"Gee!" Iqbal then watched closely.

"It should not be contacted. The number is wrong!" Diftha shook his head, then immediately let Iqbal into the terrace.

"So, you're the new therapist at the clinic?" Tanya Diftha after she and Iqbal sat on the porch chair.

"I'm an old therapist actually, sir! But a few months ago I took a temporary leave to care for my ailing mother in the village."

"And now Alhamdulillah mother has healed so I can continue to work again," Iqbal story that seemed to dismiss Diftha's concerns about Iqbal's work experience.

"Thank God then. Then you're experienced and I don't have to worry" Diftha chuckled a little.

"Calm down, sir! I am experienced and professional. So later Gizta's sister will definitely be handled well."

"Oh yeah by the way, Gizta's sister is how old-"

"But! Not yet-departed?" Iqbal's question wasn't finished when Gizta got out of the house while running her own wheelchair.

"There are still guests, Gizta!" Diftha answered Iqbal's question about Gizta's age.

"Loh!" Iqbal seemed surprised.

"Si-what is da-tang?" Ask Gizta again while looking at Iqbal who is still shocked.

"Oh yes, Iqbal! Introduce this Gizta that you will later therapy," said Diftha finally introduced Gizta to Iqbal.

"A teenager, yes, sir! I guess I'm still a kid." Iqbal grimaced a little.

"Twenty years is more precisely the age of Gizta," said Diftha again informed.

"Oh!" Iqbal rounded his lips.

"This is Iqbal, his successor, Kak Chara, Gizta!" Diftha changea tell Gizta.

"Kok co-wok, Bang?" Gizta asked whispering to Diftha.

"The majority of guys in the clinic are also therapists. Why indeed?" Diftha looked questioningly at Gizta.

"But this is young ma-sih" Gizta reasoned and the girl's voice was a little loud until Iqbal heard.

"Just calm down, Gizta! I'm experienced and professional, really!" Iqbal said convincingly.

"By the way, Gizta stuttered a little, huh, Bang?"

"Eh, sir means!" The wrong quick Iqbal correction called out to Diftha.

Effect affected Gizta who calls Bang to Diftha, Iqbal so follow.

"It's been pretty reduced actually, Bal!"

"Before the stuttering operation Gizta was still severe due to the influence of injuries in the brain. But now after the surgery, the stuttering is a little bit off" Diftha told Iqbal.

"Next God will disappear completely after therapy, Bang-"

"Which again!" Iqbal patted his contorted forehead making Gizta laugh a little.

"I mean nothing."

"Sorry, Mr. Diftha!" Iqbal said while cupping his hands to Diftha.

"Call Bang is actually okay too, Iqbal! Just smile what do you want to call me. It doesn't have to be too formal either" said Diftha then who immediately made Iqbal review the smile.

"Ready, Bang!"

"I call Bang only from now on" Iqbal finally broke up which only made Diftha review smile.

"Today we started therapy?" Tanya Diftha later.

"First acquaintance, Bang!" Replied Iqbal while glancing at Gizta a few times.

"So I will ask Gizta and Abang Diftha about the condition of Gizta-"

"But I have to go to the office because there's a morning meeting," Diftha said, looking at his watch.

"Let's just ask Gizta and Miss Ida, yeah!" Ijar Diftha then gave the middle way.

"Whose mother, Bang?"

"Nurses Gizta. It's inside."

"Sir Ida!" Diftha then called Mother Ida who went straight out to the terrace.

"Mbak Ida, Iqbal is Gizta's new therapist. Later please just answer if Iqbal has questions about the condition of Gizta¤

"Gizta ju-ga can answer, Bang!" Sergeh Gizta fast.

"Yes, I'll help you too, Giz!" Said Diftha while rubbing the head of the sister.

Iqbal reflexes a smile at the familiarity of Diftha and Gizta.

"And for example there is still something less clear later you chat me, Bal!" Diftha again told Iqbal.

"Ah yes, Bang!"

"How many Bang Diftha numbers will it be? It was wrong, wasn't it? The one on the paper?" Cecar Iqbal while taking his phone out of his pocket. Iqbal and Diftha then exchanged mobile numbers.

"Go to the office now, yeah!" Pamit Diftha then on Gizta who just nodded. Diftha also paid a farewell to Mother Ida and Iqbal before leaving home.

"So I thought his wife Bang Diftha, you know, Ma'am!" Seloroh Iqbal on Mother Ida after Diftha left.

"Neighbor!"

"Mas Diftha is still single!" Sergey Mbak Ida flicked his hand towards Iqbal.

While Gizta immediately runs his wheelchair into the house, leaving Iqbal who even chat with Mother Ida on the porch of the house.

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Two months later....

"How's it?" Diftha asked anxiously. Diftha is currently driving Gizta to meet Saskia for routine check-ups.

"Everything is good" said Saskia with a relaxed face still while flipping through the examination paper.

"Gizta's still therapeutic, huh?" Ask Saskia next who now turns to look at Diftha.

"Yes! Iqbal still comes regularly." Diftha replied, nodding.

"Sister Kia!" Call Gizta then who is still sitting on the examination bed.

"Yes, Gizta?" Saskia answered immediately stood up and approached Gizta.

"Can Gizta swim? Brother Iqbal said it was good to train Gizta's legs," asked Gizta with a hopeful face.

"Let's test first, yeah!" Saskia immediately supported Gizta's body and hebdak helped her to get off the treatment bed. Diftha has also immediately moved and swiftly helped.

"He can stand up" Saskia told Diftha, whose face was still worried.

"But it can't take long and only a few seconds."

"That's progress, Diftha!" Sergey Saskia was convinced.

Diftha who was initially hesitant, finally released his support slowly on Gizta's body. Saskia also did it slowly.

"One, two, three, four...." Saskia began to calculate how long Gizta was strong to stand on her legs without holding or holding.

"Nine, sepu-"

"Ouch!" Gizta almost collapsed when Diftha immediately swiftly propped up his sister.

"Ten seconds!" Saskia immediately clapped her hands proudly at Gizta who was already back sitting on the examination bed.

While Diftha also immediately embraced Gizta with pride while kissing the top of his sister's head.

"Gizta will be able to walk again, right?" Diftha asked as she looked at Saskia with slightly teary eyes. The man was even seen looking up several times as if he was holding back his tears from falling.

"Yes!" Saskia immediately grabbed the tissue on the table and turned it on Diftha.

"Gizta will be able to walk soon, as long as Iqbal still routinely do therapy and invite Gizta to swim," replied Saskia who immediately made Gizta sparkle happy.

"That means Gizta can swim, sister?"

"Can!" Saskia answered while gently rubbing Gizta's head which was still embraced by Diftha.

"Later to swim with my brother"

"I think it would be great if Iqbal alone accompanied Gizta, Diftha! Iqbal has experience as a therapist, and must have been concerned about his procedures as well," Saskia said.

"I'll learn the rules on Iqbal then!"

"After all, I won't let you...." Diftha looked at the sister he still embraced.

"You can still go with him later and make sure that Iqbal will not do things that are not desirable to Gizta," said Saskia quickly calmed Diftha who must be a worried brother. Gizta is no longer a child.

"Alright," Diftha finally nodded in agreement.

"But Gizta doesn't have a swimsuit yet, Bang!" Gizta then whispered a little to Diftha.

"Let's buy first" Diftha replied quickly.

"But Gizta wants the one that closes all-in"

"Moslem swimsuit!" Saskia said.

"Yes, that!"

"Don't Kia have any?" Tanya Gizta enthusiastically.

"Yes! There just so happens to be," Saskia replied with a smile.

"Can you tell me which store it is?" Diftha asked.

"There's a Muslim shop. I'll send the full address to your phone later" Saskia promised, making Diftha nod.

Diftha then moved Gizta back to her wheelchair, and said goodbye to Saskia.

"The therapeutic spirit, yes! Gizta will definitely be able to walk again" Saskia said, kissing Gizta's forehead.

"Yes, Brother!"

"Gizta go home first!" Gizta waved her hand at Saskia along with Diftha who had already pushed her sister's wheelchair out of the examination room.

"Thank you for everything, Kia! Assalamualaikum!" Pamit Diftha once again.

"Greetings hallaikum!" Saskia replied as she stared at Diftha's back, pushing Gizta's wheelchair towards the elevator. Saskia then went back into her room, when then the girl's gaze was pounded on Diftha's cellphone which was still lying on the table.

"Geez!" Saskia quickly snatched Diftha's phone, then walked out of the room again and half ran after Diftha who had entered the elevator.

"Diftha!" Saskia waved her hand holding Diftha's phone while giving a code for Diftha to hold the elevator door.

The elevator door was successfully held back by Diftha and Saskia nimbly entered the elevator along with the door that was immediately closed.

"Staying on the table," said Saskia while giving Diftha's phone.

"Astagfirullahhal'adzim." Diftha patted her own forehead before retrieving the phone from Saskia's hand.

"Thank you, yeah!" Ucao Diftha.

"Together!" Saskia answered along with the elevator that had reached the bottom floor.

Saskia follows Diftha and Gizta who have gotten out of the elevator.

"Not back upstairs?" Ask Diftha to Saskia.

"I just take the stairs all sports," Saskia replied as she slid her chin towards the two nurses who had taken the patient in a wheelchair to get into the elevator, making it full.

Diftha immediately nodded in understanding.

"Bye, Gizta!" Saskia waved once more at Gizta before swinging her steps towards the stairs. It was then, suddenly, that a thought sprang into Diftha's head.

"Kia!" Call Diftha then on Saskia who is almost to the stairs.

"Yes! Is there anything left behind?" Ask Saskia to make sure.

Diftha did not answer immediately and the man lowered the brakes on his wheelchair before approaching Saskia.

"By the way, you have free time tomorrow?" Diftha asked a little awkwardly.

"Tomorrow I practice until lunch."

"Where do you usually have lunch?" Ask Diftha again.

"In the hospital canteen. Sometimes to the cafe or to my mom's house."

"Depending on the mood" Saskia replied with a small laugh.

"Can I buy you lunch tomorrow?" Tanya Diftha then hesitated a little.

"Tracting in order?"

"In order...." Diftha scratched her non-itchy head while thinking of the right reason.

"In order to thank you," said Diftha then grimacing.

"Because you have handled Gizta well and wholeheartedly" Diftha added.

"It's my duty" Saskia murmured later.

"You, huh? I'll pick it up"

"We met right away on the spot," Saskia cut out an idea.

"alright. You decide the place" said Diftha quickly.

"Relatedly? The one who bought you," Saskia seemed hesitant.

"But I don't know what you like to eat. Fear if I determine not according to your taste," Diftha reasoned.

"I've never been picky about food."

"me too. So you're the one who decides" said the doctor once again.

"Alright, because you forced." Saskia answered at last, laughing.

"Send to my phone, yes!" Diftha's message while showing her phone to Saskia

"Yes! All the addresses of shops where to buy swimsuits," replied Saskia reminded.

"Yes, that one too!" Replace the laughing Diftha while patting his own forehead.

"Gizta is waiting for you" said Saskia then as she sniffed her chin towards Gizta.

"We go home first and see you tomorrow!"

"Assalamualaikum," said Diftha once again as he turned and approached the younger brother again.

"Greetings walaikum! Be careful!" Saskia replied before the doctor turned and continued up the stairs leading to her practice room on the second floor of the hospital.

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