The love story of doctor layla

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"Assalamualaikum" the voice said.

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I just heard the sound of the bass, it's like running a marathon.

"Waalaikumsalam" We answered in unison

He sat in front of me. I still lowered my head, still embarrassed to see him and mama.

"Aqila sleep" he asked me

"yes" i answered

"let me carry it"

"It's okay, you'll just sleep later when you're deep enough to move, sorry for now"

"Oh okay sorry to bother you" he said unpleasantly to me,.

"it's okay" I said

The parents just smiled at our close interaction as if they had known each other for a long time even though they didn't even know their names.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to meet you, my name is Abbas," he said introducing himself while holding out his hand to me.

I cupped my hands on my chest "layla just call lala" I said to the abbot, the abbot pulled back his hand and cupped his hand in d**a while nodding his head and smiling sweetly at me.

Oh dear brother, his smile is so sweet it makes my heart skip a beat. If only Abbas were my husband, I would have locked him in my room, don't go anywhere. Eh, but Abbas already has Aqila, he must have a wife and it's impossible for him to want to be with me who can't give birth. hmm, the heart that was originally blooming withered has been in a moment.

I smiled back at Abbas, and then we chose to eat while listening to our parents' stories back then. When I was still in school, it turned out that my father, mother, and aunt Aminah were school friends and separated when I graduated high school because Aunt Aminah studied in Bali and met Uncle Zain in Bali, Uncle Zain is a French person who vacationed in Bali and met Aunt Aminah until Uncle Zain moved to Bali. Indonesia built its business and married Aunt Aminah.

Meanwhile, mom and dad after graduating from high school, they got married and didn't continue their education because of financial constraints.

After marriage, they only took care of a pair of cows and the rice fields given to them by their parents. They lived in my father's parents' house and after I was in high school my grandmother died followed by my grandfather.

My father's job is just looking for grass and going to the fields every day. Sometimes I ride for my pocket money to school, and buy friends to eat rice. We don't buy rice because we usually grind rice from harvest to harvest, usually enough for us to eat.

Until finally I went to college, my father was adopted as a householder by the residents of our village, maybe because my father was persistent in his work. And when I got married one year, my father was registered by the residents as a candidate for the village head, and finally my father was elected to be the village head in our village.

In addition, my father also raises cows, which were previously married as a couple and now have dozens of them, some are sold and some are squeezed for milk and circulated to restaurants and cafes, one of which is the dring milk cafe that we are currently visiting. The proceeds from the sale of his first cow, father, father used to renovate his house, which used to be a house on stilts, now it is a big house, hehehe.

And the proceeds from the sale of cows and so on, my father usually buys land or rice fields for residents who need money. It's not meant to take advantage of people who need money. But if they sell the fields to my father, they can work in my father's orchard or cattle farm, and if they want they can buy back the land they sold to my father, if they want.

Maybe because my father is honest, kind, wise in dealing with people's problems, and can advance our village, after five years as a lurah, my father was re-elected for the second time now it has been two years since he became a village head for the second round. After finishing his term of office, he said, father wanted to rest at home to spend time with his wife and children, and monitor the development of farms and gardens.

After the clock struck ten o'clock at night and the cafe was about to close, parents had to be forced to stop their endless life stories, I gave Aqila to her father and we said goodbye.

I feel achy in my body because Aqila has slept almost three hours on my lap and now I have to drive a car because only I can drive a car between my father and mother. But there is also compassion for Aqila, who according to Aqila's grandmother's story has never felt a mother's love. Because her mother died while giving birth to Aqila.

After arriving home I immediately went up to the second floor where my room was. clean myself for a while and change my robe with pajamas sleep I immediately lay down on my soft bed.

I still remember when we were just listening to the stories of our parents' lives. Abbas is always stealing glances at me as well as me. Even though I'm used to meeting other men.

It's like it's hard for me to lower my eyes to avoid a******y when I meet the abbot. This is the second time I've met him. first when abbas took his son to the hospital because of a fever I was normal to him, maybe just talking briefly to explain his son's condition.

But for some reason I felt something different with my heart.

Thinking about it makes me smile to myself, and it's hard to sleep.

Until finally I fell asleep who knows what time...