The Teacher And Doctors Love Story
Take the supplies to the home of Malik

POVS. Fatima Humaira.

This afternoon the weather was so hot it made my mood worse, how not, I just had a little trouble. There were some of my students who were so stubborn that they overwhelmed me.

With a giant step I took me to the house, I smelled the aroma of mother's cooking that made the worms in my stomach ask to be satisfied.

"Don't ask for money."

The sound stopped me from entering the room. I turned to look for the origin of the voice that every day became a manger in this house.

I reached into the pocket of my teacher's uniform, because I still remember there was a change from me riding the questionnaire earlier.

"Now, don't ask again, you don't have any money for it." I gave the piece of paper money that was gray

"Hehe.. Thank you beautiful sister Sholeha." she said while kissing my hand.

I smiled at the behavior of my youngest brother.he was indeed very spoiled but also very understanding.other again with my sister number two.he was the only son. it is very ironic to talk but so loving.

"Have you gone home to the Fa?" Ask your mom from the kitchen

"Yes, just arrived, Mom."

"Yes, you change your clothes, eat it up. After you eat your mother ask you to deliver lunch for me to Mr. Malik's house."

"Kok daddy delivered lunch, ma'am? didn't you get the ration money to eat with Mr Malik?" ask my mother

"Yes, but you know for yourself, that your father doesn't want to eat out other than mother's cooking."

"Yes I forgot. it turns out that my father loved my mother so much that he just ate and did not want to turn away. Heheh..."

"Here you go in. Mom wait for you at the dinner table.that's stock your father's mother has prepared."

"Well, Mother Kartini." I immediately went in and changed my clothes that I used to wear everyday, namely long shirts and loose trousers of culottes, and did not forget my instant hijab.

Yes, I was taught from childhood to close the law, so that I do not burden my father's hisab in the afterlife.

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Now I have arrived at the house that mother gave the address earlier.I see that the house is so luxurious even though viewed from the outside.

"Is this really the address? but it's true that I better ask security." I talk to myself like a bada-rada whining little.

"Excuse me sir" I said to the security guard sitting at his guard post

"Who are you looking for?" ask the security guard

"You met my father, sir, his name was Mr. Eko."

"Oh, Mr. Eko's son, please enter the deck. Mr. Eko is inside."

"Ah, yes, thank you sir." I went inside immediately

Arriving in front of the luxurious house, I circulated my gaze to find the figure of the man I loved so much.he was my father, my first love. he is the one who always protects me from all the evil that lurks.

The page was so wide, but I didn't find the figure I was looking for. Kira2 where did you hide? but wait a minute! it was a beautiful mother, from her appearance Simple but expensive.

Who is he? ah than I'm here to die curious better I ask, maybe he knows where my father is.

"Assalamualaikum.

"I'm Fatimah, Mr. Eko's son. Does the mistress know where my father is?"

"Ooo.. so you're his son, Mr. Eko. it turns out that Mr. Eko has a beautiful daughter. Understandably your father does not like to talk about his family," explained the good and beautiful mistress.

I just smiled in response to the words of Madam Malik, eh really not this mother is his wife Mr Malik? don't let me get me wrong, calm down. I'll find out for myself

"Sorry madam, can I meet my father?"

"Oh yes, your father is in the backyard at the doorsmeer, is washing the car. You just enter from here, straight back there will be a door on the right later translucent to the car garage."

The beautiful and friendly lady explained in detail.I immediately entered but my brain has an internal that is less than half GB.

When looking at the contents of the house, as if the instructions of the mistress disappeared spontaneously.I just focus on seeing the contents of the room.my mouth was slightly agape at the luxury of benda2 displayed in each room.

I also saw a picture of their family, and finally I did not guess wrong that the beautiful woman who was watering the plant was Madame Malik.

Unconsciously my eyes were hit by the photo in the middle of their 2, a handsome man who was still wearing his doctor suit.I observed the photo for a second, two seconds, three seconds, three seconds, while continuing my path but my eyes were not separated from the picture of the handsome man until I finally felt.

Bruugh!

I was a little shrewd because it was hit by someone's body, so the provisions I brought fell scattered on the floor of the pure white granite.

I really do condemn my stupidity.I also saw some files that also scattered along with food supplies for father.

O Allah, end my history

Without daring to look at the face of the person I hit. I immediately picked up the file. I was thinking how can I clean the file that has been exposed to vegetable oil from my father's stock. when I tried to clean it, I thought how can I clean it, I sniffed the scent of perfume that was so intense in my sense of smell.

The fragrance of the perfume was so close, and I saw a clean and fine white hand helping pick up the files.I was eager to look at the man's face

, but my fear made my guts whistle

"I'm sorry, sir," that's all that comes out of my tiny lips.

"Ah, it's okay. are you the new ART in this house?"

Huh! ART? does my look like art?

Ah it's not important he wants to see me like art. at least I can still breathe a sigh of relief. he's not mad at me. I immediately looked at the face of the man who said I art it

Masyay Allah is handsome to your created being, O Allah.

I gaped a little, but I immediately returned my facial expression as normal as possible, so as not to be found out how I admired the good looks of the face of the Man who was in front of me at this time.

"What's this?"

The voice surprised me, so I was more excited. I was afraid that the madam who had been so friendly, she would be angry with my carelessness

"Oh my goodness Yan! why did you spill the food.do you not know that it was lunch for Mr. Eko."

Huh huh? did I not mishear.why is this handsome who was scolded? but this is my fault!

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