The Beautiful Doctor is My Mother

The Beautiful Doctor is My Mother
First Afternoon



" dok, doctor anggie "mbak santi disperse flakes2 my daydream.


" ahh yaaa.. What's wrong?? when's entry?? sorry yaaa "


" is the doctor okay?? is the doctor sick?? why is the doctor crying?? I saw the doctor back from lunch as pale, and thought of something.. "


" it's okay mbak, just a little tired.out of this is also better, I'll go to the bathroom for a while to wash my face. and prepare the map, I'll visit "


" well doc. "mbak santi left me and came out of the room. I wiped my face, there were tears that did not feel dripping on my cheeks. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face.


I continued my activities, walking and circling each room to the other room, checking the state of each of my tiny patients2.


I did not feel the time to show at 15:30 pm, I returned to my room and called mas baim.


I


are you busy again?? soon come home.if mas is busy, adek will order a grabcar..


Not long after, my smartphone rang. mas baim name appeared calling me, I slide the green button on the screen..


" assalamualaikum mas, why phone?? "


" waalaikumsalam, mas again not busy. soon to pick up. patience yes "


" yes, my heart, my answer.


" yes dear "mas baim turned off his phone connection.


I cleaned the table, put in the stethoscope, and also my smartphone. After that, I got up and stood up leaving my room.


" ma'am, I go home first.. "


" yes, doc, heart.. "


" he.emmm.thank you "


I left mbak santi with some tasks that were in the stacking.I walked through several hospital corridors, and re-entered the musollah to pray ashar.


Half an hour or so I was inside the hospital mussolah, only this place I thought was able to suppress all my emotions, cries and even anger.


" god, how are you Faisal?? may you always give him a good path, give him happiness, and give him a soul mate who understands himself ammin "my inner self is just perfect for him.


My phone rang again.I see still the name of my faithful husband contacted me many times.


" assalamualaikum, yesaa mass "


" mas already in front of the hospital, are you still a long time dear?? why just lift the phone called the 5 times mas ?? " he asked me.


" sorry mas, adek was again praying ashar. soon adek will be there. patient yes, wait a minute "


" alhamdulilah.he.em mas will be waiting for you.. "


" yaaa mas "I tidied my face and folded it and then entered into my beloved backpack, this bag is a gift from my papa when I managed to achieve my special title.


I walked back to leave Mussollah, and out of the hospital, I saw a car parked among other cars.


" i'm sorry mass, laamaa "


" yeah no papa dear, a moment kok. mas also just called your favorite child "mas baim turn on the car, and bring the mobi leave the hospital parking lot.


" oiyaaa.. all day he did not call me at all. is zaskia already at the mas house?? what say?? "


" not yet.he is still into the gramedia with his new friend.search for books for his school.he said there are tasks that must be completed in groups "


" ooh so.. are we going to follow him there mas ? "


" don't be a pity, zaskia was picked up by the driver.we just go home.. "


" he.emm okay.. "


" how was the first day, on duty again?? fluently? " he asked me.


" thank God, so far smoothly. mas how?? "


" mas is also smooth, mas tomorrow there will be metting outside. doain yes.. so that the mas company won the tender?? god willing, if you win, can make our company grow again.later pundi2 rupiah will not run out, even though you do not work though.. "


" god, bissmillah, may God make every effort for us "


" meaning mas? don't you understand?? " i wonder at him.


" it seems like it was fitting at home, belom can pray shabuh.kok this ashar already pray "


" oh. yaaa. this morning adek was holy. this afternoon already can pray dhuhur. alhamdulilah "


" alhamdulilah.. means later can donk?? "


" can what?? sholat ashar, it's good already.mas pray alone if not. "I smile to see the mimic of his face that changed.


" you are a seductress, aren't you? "


" tease how it means, adek do not understand me. "I still smile looking at him seriously and focus behind the wheel.


" can you donk later tonight start making zaskia adeknya ?? " mas baim laughed, glimpsing at me.


" wauuuunyaaa tuh "I also laughed while pinching his arm slowly.


Along the way, we talked and laughed a lot.I saw my husband's face, so shady and happy.


" now that you are happy I am mass, I will never leave you and this love "games me in the heart.


*****


Finally we arrived home, me and mas baim together entered the house was greeted by the art of this house that opened the door.


" thank you mbak "


" same ma'am, sir "I just nodded and mbak art left and closed the door of the house.


Me and mas baim, walking into the house and towards the top floor.we reached our room.I entered into the room walk in closet as well as mas baim.


" mas, here does not open the tie "I take off my high hells and put it on the floor just like that.


" thank you dear "I took off his work coat, and helped him remove the tie. mas baim sat on the single sofa that was in this room.


" mas adek directly to the bathroom well, bersih2. sultry. "I take off my hijab and switch off the thin socks meyelampung my toes.


Mas baim grabbed both my hands, then looked at me. His lips on my ears.


" same as yuk ? " he whispered softly to me with eyes filled with warmth.


" don't wantuu ah mass. embarrassed "I looked at him in disbelief.my heart was pounding, because this was the first time he asked me to take a bath together.


Suddenly I touched my waist.His palm felt warm and channeled denyar.he looked back at me with a gaze that contained desire.


I retreated slowly until my back touched the cupboard, my body shook but I did not resist.he grabbed my left hand, grabbed my finger and lifted it up and taped to the wall of the closet. I was imprisoned by her body that was getting closer.


As her face drew closer to mine, my right hand touched her thin sideburn.


His eyes glowed passionately, the lips kissed my lips again.I slowly replied gently.the man who married and had become my husband now became hotter. the opening of this lip with his tongue that was getting into it, and crushed me completely. I could only enjoy every page and mash with my eyes closed and my heart pounding while following the groove of heaven that took me flying.


Mas baim unbuttoned my shirt slowly, with lips that still smashed me. One by one button my shirt open, and on the pull I slowly so that a little not lean on the closet. then take off my shirt and throw it on the floor.His hands explore every part of my body, not stopping there, his hands back to explore at the bottom of me and dipelorotnya my material skirt. now I just look at him wearing only underwear.I resigned to everything he did this afternoon.


Mas baim took off his white shirt, then took me to the bed, he kissed and felt all over my body and marked every touch.


" m. is still this afternoon.. "


" i can't help it, baby.I have to fast a week after the contract.let me touch you very much.I want youu at this time "his passionate gaze that looks like a bomb that explodes.


I just nodded my head and mas baim kissed my lips again and then launched his action to take me flying more and more.


Mas baim gave all the warmth he had for me. he really invited me to fly to heaven.


This husband of mine gives me unyielding pleasure, which is getting more and more beautiful.we both take in heavenly pleasure.there is no fear in my heart, there is only comfort and happiness.


Heavy rain outside, as nature offered to both of us. he not only presents warmth, but also coolness.the swift rain that fell soaked the earth this afternoon, he said, swallow up our sighs and moans that burst into pleasure.


We were bathed in sweat, but we were very happy.


My heart is the luckiest and happiest in the universe because you live in it. No words can explain how grateful I am to be the recipient of your love.


Your arms are strong enough to hold back my every fear, every part of me that is beautiful and broken, not only does my husband make me feel complete, but he complements me.