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It's been a year since I separated from Adi and lived my own life. I didn't go to the hospital today because it was a holiday. Today is also my thirtieth birthday.
So today mom and dad took me out to eat. He said he wanted to celebrate my thirtieth birthday. It's the same as seeing a friend's son's new cafe. He also met an old friend. Basically, fathers don't want to lose taking their children out to eat a lot, all right.
We left after the Maghrib prayer
I drive myself because dad can't bring a car
My father also takes a motorbike to the village office because it's not too far away.
We arrived at the dring milk cafe about 25 minutes after joining other vehicles on the highway.
Once inside the cafe, my father immediately looked for the whereabouts of his old friend. I asked permission for a moment to go to the toilet because I was desperate.
After returning from the toilet I looked for where my father and mother were sitting. As soon as I saw him I went straight to him.
"Assalamualaikum," I greeted. When I arrived at the table, my father and mother with a middle-aged couple and a small daughter, it was as if I had met the child.
"Waalaikumsalam" They replied
"Mrs beautiful doctor" said the child. I wonder why this little kid knows I'm a doctor. Is he one of my patients?, I'm a pediatrician so I check many children every day. So I don't really remember any of them.
"Yes"
"Mrs. beautiful doctor, forget about Aqila," Aqila, who was smiling widely, now lowered her head with teary eyes,
"Oh dear, doctor, do you remember you, you have a fever, right?" When I remembered Aqila was a patient who had a common fever, maybe because it was raining about 6 months ago, if I'm not mistaken. I immediately begged him not to cry.
"right"
"Yes honey, come here, hug the doctor first"
"yey" aqila immediately got off her uncle's lap and walked towards me and hugged me.
"Wow, it turns out that Aqila already knows the doctor?" Aqila's grandmother looked at me.
"Layla aunty just call me lala" I said as I took my hand and was greeted warmly by him
"Amen" he replied
I cupped my hands in d**a to Aqila's grandfather, who doesn't seem to be a native Indonesian, as seen from his tall white stature and blue eyes.
"Layla om just call me lala" I said to her introducing myself.
"Just call Zain uncle Zain, it's okay to call papa too"
Everyone laughed hearing om zain's narrative, except I just smiled faintly.
"Where is your child, Aminah, she said she wants to come?" My mother asked Aunt Aminah
"again upstairs in his room he said he wanted to check the report" while looking at the stairs "here he's gone down" I turned my gaze to see the stairs. Seen a handsome man walking down the stairs with a tall, sturdy stature, handsome face, clean white skin, blue eyes that look firm, I was made gaping by him, ashamed of the widow's soul.
*Eh
Astagfirullah * naturally I immediately lowered my gaze just remembered that I had just committed a sin. Fascinated by men who are not my mahram.
"Hmm" I saw Mamah who cleared her throat while smiling seductively at me, I saw my father, Aunt Aminah, and Uncle Zain also smiled at me but not a strange smile like Mama. Oh my, I'm so ashamed. My face is also very hot again from embarrassment. I'm sure my face is red. If there is an ant hole that can fit in, I want to go in right now, or turn into aqila so I can sleep on my lap like a koala so I won't be embarrassed, I just realized it turns out that Aqila sleeps on my lap.
"assalamualaikum" the baritone voice.........
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