The Beautiful Doctor is My Mother

Meet the third time

I hurriedly drove my car on the city street.Because it was late afternoon and soon entered the magrib time.but at this hour2 a lot of employees came home from work, the road became very jammed.

I tapped my finger on the wheel, glanced at the side of the car window I was looking forward to meeting him. I who happened to be near the location he sent, felt very grateful. I don't have to turn around or find a place for us to meet. This will be my meeting with him for the third time.

Surely you guys ask2, what does it mean until I like this. invite her to meet, then drive rush2, and worry.Yeah I'm worried, I'm afraid she's an impatient woman waiting. I'm afraid he left the place because of the trivial thing that is stuck but it's not my fault, traffic jams are common where even has become a hereditary legacy in the big city2. where there is a tall building2 there is a traffic jam.

I grabbed my phone on top of the car dashboard. I called him, to make sure if he was still there or not because I was 15 minutes stuck in traffic. he was still there, he said he would wait for me. he said don't rush, and his voice was soft.

I'm fascinated and may have fallen in love with her, I'm sure she's a good woman.When I fell in love with her, I never even texted her and called her. meet every day also does not. This feeling flows without seeing each other. I want to have her as a wife not as a friend. Friends is my reason, so that I am close to her.

I have known him for approximately 2 weeks starting from my accident incident to this day.we are only limited to knowing ordinary. So you (reader) know my intention and purpose to ask him to meet today for what?? there are some things I want to talk to her about, first about my past, second about my trauma, third about my daughter's zaskia and finally about my closeness to her.

Actually I've forgotten the wound my ex-wife gave me, but because I've never been close to any woman in the news if I can never move on from her. but that's not at all, there's a reason why I don't want to be close to women anymore. anyway for what I remember him and can not move on from him anyway he was married again and left this country. You (reader ) must also know what the reason is? I'm a widower, having one child can't just pick a woman who's going to be a mother for my son.

I don't want to marry the woman I want to marry, and my property only. I want the woman who wants my son to be by her side.When a widower gets married, it's not just him who gets married, it's not just him, but also marry two families.I don't want to be like a donkey, which falls again in the same hole, I mean I don't want to fail again in building a household.

Finally after a few tens of minutes I was stuck in traffic, I arrived in front of the restaurant coinciding with the adzan magrib.

" o God, it's been Adhan. almost an hour I was on the street stuck. is he still there?? " i glanced at my watch and stepped my foot into this luxurious restaurant.

My eyes swept around the restaurant, I saw him holding a glass of juice. The juice was up. I was resigned when later he would be angry. I know as a doctor time means a lot to him. but as I said it was jammed not my fault.Just blame the government that still can not handle the congestion case.

I approached her with hasty steps..

" i'm sorry lamaa, it's so jammed in the street. I really don't lie !! " i'm like a teenager who's afraid of being scolded by her boyfriend for being late on a date.

" can we pray first sir, this is already adzan magrib. later we come back here. how ?? " the door.

" well, let's find a mosque first. Or maybe you want to pray magrib in this restaurant mussolah?? " i offer an alternative so that there is no need to go out of the restaurant. I am sure that here there is a mussolah where employees perform worship when entering prayer time.

" if there is a mussolah here, then it would be better if we go there immediately sir considering the time of very little magrib and Adzan was long gone "asked again.

" let's go over there sir, to ask where the musollah is "he left me step first. I followed him from behind.

" even from behind, he looks beautiful with his shirt and hijab "inner me.

" excuse me, whether there is a mussolah or something so I can pray tanoa out of this restaurant "ask her to a male waitress.

" oh there's ma'am, let me drop "answer that waitress.

And we followed the waitress to the back of the kitchen, through the space that was blocked by a toy wall made of wood decorated with several flowers.

" there ma'am, sir the place of prayer, and that's where our employees abudhu "waitress it shows towards the place of ablution. a dispanser is made of clay over which there is a medium-sized water tank.

" thank you mas "he nodded his head a sign of understanding.

" please baim berwudhu sir first "he told me to abudhu.

" you go first, I am after you "he nodded then left. After he finished and entered the mussolah, I rushed to ablution.

When I finished ablution, I entered the mussolah.I thought he would pray first, it turns out he was waiting for me.

" please sir, become a priest. I will be a master behind. it would be better if congregated. can reward 27 degrees "he smiled. I nodded my head in agreement.

" god your destiny is beautiful, I was stuck in traffic. Then came along at the time of the magrib and now I became the priest of his prayer.if indeed he is true2 the woman I have been looking for all this time. bring me and him to goodness2 like this "my inner.

I took a prayer mat hanging at the end of the wall, then held it. before I started praying this magrib jama'ah I got behind him he was ready and smiled sweetly. I felt this is a real happy, I feel, I was like praying my wife.I smiled at her. Then we started praying magrib.

This third meeting convinced me that it was time for me to rise from adversity, disappointment and trauma.