Among the Million Love
Chapter 1 ~About Me

Love's.

What species is it?

What is the name of a city? In which hemisphere?

Or the name of the food? But, with what taste?

Not clear exact meaning of the ‘one word’.

I seemed to be filled with sodoran a number of men submitted by families, relatives, and colleagues. It's none of their business if I have my own principles in life, as long as I don't harm anyone then I'll stand firm on my stance given that this concerns the course of my life, not your life, or his life. Hahaha~

I have the nickname ‘girl hockey’ owner because my fate is always lucky and lucky in the competitive aspect of life (they do not see the struggle and hard work I desperately to achieve one by one dream in my wishlits). I was said to have a balanced life, a promising career, intelligence, and everything they mentioned about me as the owner of hockey. Not even infrequently if I am often compared to other children by their parents.

As I get older, there's one thing that can't be a yardstick of myself, romance. Girlfriend, crushed, scuff, doi, ceme-ceman, they assume this kind of term is not in the dictionary of my life because I never seem interested in any man. Mate, yes I think he will come when the owner of the heart is ready with all the consequences, while I still say ‘no!’ about that, he seemed to know that it was not yet time for this heart to be filled with love and all its species.

But I did not close my heart completely, those who came and managed to knock on my heart I greeted with pleasure. Just filling the heart, decorating the day, and entertaining yourself, what's wrong? So, I'm not much different from other humans. I have a girlfriend and a line of ex-girlfriends waiting for an invitation card. The difference is, when he who comes I welcome with pleasure, then who goes there is no need for me to remember. Like that's me, easy, right?

As it is today, on a hospital park bench at lunch time. My boyfriend and I were sitting talking, when I called him. If included in the record, is the person as the record holder 'the longest person who can survive in a loving relationship with Arindya Romansa (Dysa).'

“You don't understand Mas, Dys.” Said the man sitting opposite me at this moment.

“Ngot understand Mas how? Obviously firmly I said ‘big no!’ to anyone who stands in my way. Who are you, Mas? My husband? Or my father?” I said to Mas Dika, my lover.

“Dys, Mas is just planning our future.” Said Mas Dika softly to me, his fingers tightly grasped my fingers that were clinging to the table.

“Loh, that's a distance Mas. I want to be there anytime, I don't want to give up my job. Why did I go to school for so long, burn my brain every time, but it ended tragically because I had to let go of my profession just like that? My hard work to become a doctor is not easy, Mas.” My debate mode has turned on.

The man in front of me was silent without a word, his gaze focused on the glass containing his favorite cappuccino and then he heard a heavy sigh before he finally said, saying,

“No, that's not what I meant. Besides Mas will support you anyway, whatever you like Mas will not stop your activities.” Said Mas Dika who made me re-emergence, self-reliance,

“Who said? For me marriage is the boundary of the outside world with family life. Ye know? Indirectly after marriage there will be restrictions on all my activities with my world. Lying if you say you will support me for my freedom in pursuing my dreams fully.” I who is good at giving up have just said my reasons in terms. In my dictionary, marriage means being ready.

“Mas just don't want you to keep delaying talking about the purpose of our relationship going forward,” Mas Dika conveyed the purpose of the conversation.

“Until when will you hide our status? This unclear relationship, this pseudo-boyfriend status, all about us for six years. All this really makes me not stand it, Dysa. We better get married.” Proceeds,

“I know it's hard for you, if you go on to the wedding, Dysa reckon Dysa isn't ready yet, Mas. You know, Dysa just enjoyed being a doctor. This is just the first step for me, there has been no experience whatsoever that Dysa has gained from the science that Dysa strives for.” I said, as if Dika understood my words.

Then he just smiled and asked briefly,

“Why?” Ask my Backstreet girlfriend.

I took a deep and long breath, though,

“You know, getting married takes commitment and it lasts a lifetime. Marriage is not just a status or a bond, but a real responsibility. Marriage is not just a relationship that needs to be lived, but also something complicated and full of development. Build trust, awareness, responsibility, affection, comfort, and..” I dictate to mention need ‘build’ what else.

“Build home too?” The conversation was accompanied by laughter.

He who had the flowers on his chest because of the hardness of laughter, while I just threw myself on the back of the chair I was sitting on, put my hands together, and said.

“Au ah, Mas joking mulu!”

“Hahaha.. Dysa, Mas came all the way here not to argue with you. I just want to see you. Already dong, don't frown so.” Said this man in front of me, I nodded in understanding.

“Yes already, Mas return to the office only. You need to remember, Mas will soon come to your house to propose to you. Mas can not let us linger with a status that is only limited to girlfriend and that is also pseudo status.” His words were full of heartache.

“Dysa understands, Mas. But need to know that until anytime-”

“Mas is not shy, huh? Inkan in front of the hospital.” I'm afraid I'll get such treatment.

“Why embarrassed? If anyone asks, just tell me this is your brother. Hehehe...” Mas Dika responded with his piety.

Mas Dika was my lover since I was in college in the fifth semester, he was the son of my supervising lecturer. We met on the road when I was dropped off from public transport because I was the last passenger that afternoon. I was about to pay a visit to my lecturer's house to deliver my late assignment. With his generosity, Mas Dika who saw me walking alone down the sidewalk offered me a ride to get to my destination. Along the way, I told him about my lecturer who was killer and anti-tolerant of errand mistakes. Dika was interested in my story, he even demanded the continuation of my story. Wanting to pry my head about my one lecturer, dika mas tricked me to keep telling stories by saying 'Continue?'. And it turns out he even called the lecturer I mean by the name ‘Mama’. Huh huh? I jumped in shock, aware that along the way my topic of conversation was my lecturer who was a killer aka Mama.

***

Mas Dika had already left with his car at the same time my lunch hour was almost finished. Take a few steps to my room.

“Doktel Isa! Doctel Isaaasa!” The typical cedal sound of a child calling out to me, I turned my head.

*Oh right, it turns out that the voice of the kingpin*l is funny, my mind.

“Yes, what's wrong?” I grabbed his dense body as he dashed towards me.

“Ella indu.” Said the puffer hugging me.

“Ouhh, miss ya? Missed injection?” I was joking, this chubby boy shook his head,

“Then miss what dong?” I ask again,

“Ella indu carried doctel Isa, stirred it loh hem it's great. Olipop.” The bully Bella told me accompanied by a lively movement of her hands.

“Oh, that lollipop huh? Has Bella eaten her lollipop?” Pinched his spilled cheek.

“Already! Delicious, anis, doctel. Ella vinegar.” The pluffy cheek in front of me was telling a story while glaring at his eyes and making me very anxious to bite him.

“Padala doctor Dysa does not want to give lollipops again to Bella.” My words put on a serious face, his reaction even gawked looking at both of my eyes deeply.

“Why?” In other words, even his lips look very funny when talking even without a sound.

“In the lollipop there is a lot of sugar content that can invite monsters in the teeth Bella.” I told him with a serious face,

“Monstel what doctel?” The boy enthusiastically listened to the continuation of my dongengan, approached and wrapped his hands around my neck. Half the fear was implied from the look in his eyes, but he also looked extremely curious.

“Yes, tooth monsters, they're dat-”

“Bella?” A grown man called out to the child I was hugging. I got up from my squatting position.

“Oh, with doctor Dysa huh? Sorry, Bella's a hassle huh?” Said the man, Bella's father.

“No, Dad and Bella are having what needs here?” Many doubt.

“We are consulting with obstetrician for twin baby program, sister Bella.” Answer Bella's father.

“Oh, hehhe... I understand,” reply. Not long after came a woman, the mother of Bella. Then, they immediately took a break home.

“Doktel Isa, later telitain monstel teeth it yes?” Said Bella who began to go with her father. The bully kept looking at me, but he was walking. I just shook my head, anxious at my former little patient.

“Doktel Isa, celita later huh?!” Bella's scream is getting shrill.

I clasped my chest and shook my head with anxiety at her small steps, then smiled and spoke without a sound, without a sound,

“Iyaaa.”

I am a pediatrician who daily meets angelic beings, their hearts still white, holy, and dewy. Even a speck of kindness that I unknowingly dispersed, forever became a well-recorded memory in their memories.