The Fate that is Overlooked
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I woke up feeling better, I wrote the clock on the nightstand, already showing at 05:15, Abaghfirullah I was bad luck! I ran straight to the bathroom to get some water.
I deliberately did not want to go into my own room, still reluctant to meet with Barata. Huh if carried by the heart continuously like this it feels like the feeling of being arrogant again!
Why do men always add things that should not be made easy! it's a child's problem, this life. Not a doll that as you like can be played with, taken away to and fro as the owner likes.
Last night I locked myself in Ashila's room, not caring for her plea that knocked on the door in a clear voice. I just want to be alone, afraid that being close to him will actually increase my emotions.
The cold water that soaks my face is really refreshing, I sweep my face after beristinsyaq slowly, enjoy the water that passes through the nasal cavity, wipe the water from the palms to the elbows, continue rubbing the head and ears to wash both feet.
When he came out of the bathroom, Ashila was still sleeping soundly. Of course with the bolster that he still hugged tightly. Not wanting to disturb him, I let him sleep and went straight downstairs, to head to the mosque and perform the Fajr prayer.
There was something different with the atmosphere this morning, it felt crowded and some faces that I did not know were seen going back and forth. There was the voice of the mother who gave direction to those people outside.
I was curious, but it didn't necessarily make me switch from the main goal. Immediately I prayed the Fajr prayer with many questions in my head.
I finished the prayer quickly, folded my original face and went straight to where my voice came from.
"Mother, what's the morning?" I'm a little worried about seeing it.
"It's the guys from WO coming, honey." He said softly while grabbing my hand.
"What a wake to sleep? Barata just left, got a call from his partner, want to wake up pity you said." Mom's staring.
"Well, Mom? this early?" Instantly I felt guilty, even though my heart still held a sense of resentment !
"Yes want to continue the case yesterday he said, yuk already, just go in. You should also get ready for the hospital, right?" My mother reminded me.
He's going to have a deal, and now he has a meeting to proceed with yesterday's case? can't you ask for two days' worth of stuff ?
Egoku started dancing in the head.
"It's not strange anymore, is it Jeng if Barata leaves at any time without a schedule? because you'll get used to it." Mom smiled back.
I was reluctant to answer Mom's statement, by publishing a smile on the tip of her lips, it felt like it was enough to respond.
This morning, my feelings were not okay. Without saying anything else, I walked with my hands that Mom held.
Hate, now guilty, maybe my troubled heart. Yes, my problem is also because of my own husband !
"Later tomorrow afternoon flush yes, Mama same father will come." Mom cut off my mind that was bailing.
"Should it be a flush, ma'am?" I'm really tired if there are too many ube-rampe that I have to live, I've felt it before. I looked at my mother's face, wanting to speak out but too gamam. Implied is clearly a happy hue on the face that has seen many wrinkles on his face.
"It doesn't have to be, but doing it doesn't matter either, right?"
"Yes, Mom." I said in the end.
"It's Ajeng Awaken Shila first yes, Mom. School's not her?" my many.
"Ijin used to be okay, I'm still afraid that when Rafi comes back, we've started to get busy like this. You're ready to go, it's almost six. All the friends are invited, tomorrow order lunch here. You also if you can ask permission for two days, tomorrow the same day after tomorrow. Let's not get tired!" Mother took her step, looking at me with a smile etched on her face.
"Yes ma'am, I'll try to get permission from the hospital chief, let my next month's holiday be filed." I rubbed the back of his hand.
"Jaudah has a quick shower, a bad night! I'm ready for breakfast, yeah" he said before I passed.
I went straight up to the second floor, prepared to take a shower, prepared myself for the routine.
At 06:55 I arrived in the attendance room. Because Thursday, I'm wearing Banyumasan's customary outfit. It has been made a rule that every Thursday in the third week, all government employees wear traditional clothes. With a black color for the top, and combined with a tanggar or better known as the yellow coconut flower turmeric for his subordinates I walked with definite steps, think optimistically to go through a sweet Thursday.
I walked out of the attendance room to get to my room. When passing through the registration section, there are already many people waiting in line, even at the queue number retrieval counter, the queue is already snaking long.
Upon entering the corridor of poly eyes and skin, I was struck by a familiar voice to me.
"Haiii Doc, thank God, this healthy." I smiled at him.
"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that."
"Where does the doctor know that I'm sick?" I scrunched my forehead, astonished.
His smile came out, "Your sister-in-law, stirred up. So all day by the interns, forgive them" he replied with a headband.
"How's geger? what is Ashila's father? how can you make a stir anyway?" I was a little worried, afraid that Barata would do nothing.
"It wasn't Ashila's father, but the charmed nurses were as uniform as her frying."
"Go." My heart was relieved. "Just know, they're young Doc, make a diversion." My answer is origin
"Do you want to visit the room?" I switched the conversation.
"Well, you just missed?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Yaudah, I immediately visited the room, yes" he said, looking at me and then hurried away.
Before entering the room, I took the time to coordinate first with the registration section, giving notice if the next two days, a schedule for counseling, assessment or psychotes and psychotherapy to be emptied, he said, of course, I also convey my reasons why take time off to make it easier to obtain permits.
Fortunately I did not have an appointment with the patient before, it seems that the goodwill to officiate marriage before the law was really facilitated by God.
"Seriously, Doc? Oh, God, how sudden is this? Oh, my God, congratulations, Doc. I'm happy, aren't I?" Fitri, who is on picket duty today, congratulated him. His hand was raised, like he was going to hug me but he puffed. Maybe he's upset.
"Why? Here's my hug." I spread out my arms, and it didn't take long, he immediately welcomed my hand.
Some of the other employees saw the two of us, then approached, looking very curious.
"Doctor Ajeng is getting married tomorrow." Fitri said to her colleague, while breaking our arms and hugging me back tightly.
One by one they congratulated me.
"Thank you, tomorrow don't forget to go to the house, all lunch. My family and I had a small celebration. May you be present."
"Yes, I'm sorry this is an invitation just right away yes, Karen I did not print the invitation card, so there is no card and not spread the invitation." I said as I clenched my hands in front of my chest, which was met with temptation from them.
"I wonder what kind of Doctor's future husband looks like," Fitri laughed.
"Honey, Fit. I was married religiously a few weeks ago for a reason, and tomorrow for a legal inauguration." I slightly blushed explaining.
"Huh? seriously?" I had guessed before that there would be many who were shocked by the information from me.
"Udah, just normal. Don't be surprised and surprised" I smiled as I shook my hand.
"And don't think too far or not yes. The point is tomorrow please if you want to come home ya." I grabbed Fitri's fingers outstretched towards me.
"I'm so happy to hear it, Doc"
"Thank you Fitri, and also friends, then I go straight to the room yes," broke away from Fitri's hand link, then walked out of the room.
"Together, Doc." I heard their answers in unison.
After a break later, I plan to face the head of HR and Public Relations, however they also have to know about my new status, in order to later, there is no unwanted news.
Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, may everything be launched O Allah.
