Doctor Sita
Episode 11 (Forced )

Sita laid her body on a simple iron bed in her rented house. Actually, he wanted to show a letter from Mrs Zubaidah to Aditya, but he felt bad because his lover was going to leave for the next few days, she doesn't want Aditya to worry about their relationship. Sita took her breath while staring at the ceiling of the room.

***                                                                                                                    To :***

***                                                                                                                  Confiscate my son ***

***            Greetings nak\, how are you...? I hope you're okay. This letter I sent to you by post\, I meant to let you know that Zaini's father and family have made a new agreement about your matchmaking. I want you guys to do a\ proposal soon, I tried to remind your dad about our family talk first but your dad didn't care about it. I don't know what or from whom your father had other plans. For that you go home first my son.only you can solve this problem\, you talk again with Zaini. Give her more assurance that she has promised before.***

***        I think this is the only solution to your problem\, go home first.lusa Aaron will pick you up\, be prepared...***

***                                                                                                                    Greetings***

***                                                                                                                           Ibu***

    Sita folded back the letter she received this morning. The grace that brought it to him. Grace is so dear to Aditya, the new bike given by Aditya makes him more excited to take his mother to the market.

PALEMBANG

Sultan Mahmud Mahsyur has a very spacious house with typical Pelmbang ornaments decorate it. The large house is located in the center of Palembang. All people with an interest in him will easily find his personal residence because of its strategic location.

        After traveling for approximately six hours, Sita finally arrived at the residence of her parents. Aaron, the Sultan's personal driver, opened the car door and brought Sita's bag and suitcase and brought her inside. Sita stood for a while staring at the magnificent house before her, a house that never made her feel proud and happy because of the freedom of her restrained adolescence.

        " Have you come, son...?" Ms. Zubaidah came out of her house to welcome her youngest daughter, her face was beaming. " You're healthy over there ...?"

    " Thank God, ma'am, how's your own mother doing...?" sita Tukas.

    " Yes like this, your mother can be said to be good if day after day only you remember...!" answer to Zubaidah.

    " I'm sorry Sita ma'am...!" Sita immediately rushed into the embrace of the mother. The two hugged each other tightly, shedding a longing between them.

    " Let's go in, your dad's coming home soon...!"

    " Yes, ma'am..!" answer Sita.

    Sita stepped her foot into the kitchen, looking for the figure she had missed so far.

    " The Assalamu'alaikum Mak Ruqayah...!" Sita said greetings to the figure of a middle-aged old mother who was busy making food in the kitchen, so engrossed in cooking until the presence of Sita was not realized. " Mak Qayah.ini Sita...!" Sita hugged the body of her babysitter tightly from behind. Bu Ruqoyah looked surprised,

    " Wa'alaikumsalam, you are the son of Mak...!"  Bu Ruqoyah immediately hugged Sita, kissed her many times so longed." How's this Mak boy doing...?"

    " Good mom...!" sita replied with a smile.

    Madam Zubaidah looked at the two and let her youngest daughter miss. Because since Sita was in the womb, Mak Qayah took care of her with affection, as well as when Sita was born, Mak Qayah loved her so much, she said, because Mak Qayah himself is destined God does not have children until the age of marriage with Cek Amat ended in divorce for the reason of not having zuriat.

    Mak Ruqayah as soon as Sita called her nanny, Mak Qayah's large body made her feel comfortable in her arms.

    " The feeling of this mother's child is getting more beautiful and filled during Plaju there...?

    " Yes mak, Sita was happy there, my friend increased a lot, Sita felt Sita really needed by the community there..!" " Oiya mask, my patients are also many.every day Sita practices at Pukesmas until two o'clock in the afternoon after that Sita just returned to the contract.anything Sita happy there...!" answer Sita.     Mak Qayah seemed happy to hear the confession of his foster child, his old eyes could see if a twinkle of happiness emanated from his beautiful face.

By evening Sultan Mahmud Mahsyur returned from his office, as usual lady Zubaidah welcomed her husband.

    " Have your son returned home to Zubaidah...?"

    " Sir, he was sleeping in his room, he seemed to be very tired, Qayah scolded him earlier and went straight to sleep...!" answer lady Zubaidah.

    " Mh.hh..!" sultan Mahmud Tukas.

    " Sik wants to eat first or want to take a shower first...?"

    " Take me to my room, I'll just go..!" sultan Mahmud replied. Lady Zubaidah followed her from behind, as a wife she already understood with her intentions and husband.

In the evening Sultan Mahmud again asked Sita, Sita who was awakened by Zubaidah's mistress immediately met her father who was already in the dining room.

    " Assalamu'alaikum father...!" Sita said her regards.

    " Aalaika...!" Sultan Mahmud answered his daughter's greeting.

    Sita immediately approached him and kissed the back of his hand solemnly.

    " Okay dad..!" sita answered while bowing her head.

    " How was your college...?"

    " Okay..!" answer Sita.

    " When did you graduate...?" sultan Mahmud asked then while looking at Sita with sharp eyes.

    " Don't know yet, ko as Sita is not finished...!"

    " How much longer, don't make Zaini wait for you too long...!"

    Sita who was eating her favorite gulai suddenly her tongue felt bland hearing the name Zaini pronounced her father.

    " You didn't answer Sita...?" Sultan Mahmud seemed to have scrunched his forehead.

    " Yes dad, Sita immediately took care of it...!"

    " Good, tomorrow I'll have Zaini come to see you, you dress up and buy jewelry with your mother, show you deserve to be called your father's daughter...!" sultan Mahmud Tukas. Sita was silent in a thousand languages.

After dinner, Sita returned to her camp. The room in the back directly faces a garden with a large swimming pool. Sita opened the shutters of her room and let the night wind blow over her body. The shadow of Aditya's face is back, longing begins to ambush him, longing for Aditya's caring figure and protecting him so much.

    " Sita misses you Aditya...!" murmured heart. Her eyes closed, remembering everything she had gone through with her lover. Suddenly his blood sighed loudly, Aditya kiss as if still felt.Aditya was the first man to kiss his lips.

    " Hayoh, your son is daydreaming again...?"

    Sita was surprised and immediately wronged to see Mak Qayah already standing behind the window of her room.

    " No mak, Sita just miss the atmosphere there...!" Sita's lying. Mak Qayah smiled, knowing that there was something Sita had hidden from her.

    " Are you right you don't want the same story mak..?"

    Sita was silent for a moment.

    " The child of this beautiful mother is not good at lying, you know there is something there that makes you want to return immediately.!: said mak Ruqayah while rubbing Sita's face.

    " Mak Qayah, go to Sita's room, Sita wants the same story mak...!" finally Sita said as she looked at the two loyal eyes. Only his father could trust him now.

    " You close the window of your room, let me go now...!" answer mak Qayah.

" The man is named Aditya mak, he is from Bandung, his person is cute and very considerate...!"

    " What's he doing there...?"

    " He was the head of the project in a state company, a petroleum company, he said he had been there a year before in the interior of Kalimantan. Sita called him Mas Aditya, seven years older than Sita, he matures in attitude and behavior. Plaju people are helped by him a lot, their benefactors say....!"

    " How many people know each other...?"

    " Nearly four months this mak, Mas Aditya even invited Sita to get married....!"

    " So quickly he concluded...!" mak Qayah.

    " I don't know mak, but he said it's not good to linger because religion forbids it. Worship mak, he is a devout Muslim, many things Sita does not know but mas Aditya taught...!"

    " You want to be his wife...?"

    " Yes, but....Sita is afraid of father wrath...!" suddenly Sita's face changed. His marriage to Zaini made him feel sad because he did not love Zaini who he knew liked to play women.

    " Pray son, that's the only way out, ask God's lie, ask for a way out, I'm sure God will give you ease as soon as possible, you pray...!" " Oiya try to see the picture, is there..?"

    Sita nodded her head. Aditya's photo he kept behind a pillow immediately showed it on his chest.

    " Yes, handsome and dashing, it's worth your child falling in love with him...!" Mak Qayah looked up at the photo of Aditya who was on the project with the field helmet he was wearing. Sita also smiled. Now he feels relieved to tell the figure of Aditya to mak Qayah. Soon Sita fell asleep because Mak Qayah played her hair lovingly.

    " I pray for you and Aditya to be united...!" mak Qayah plan.