BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 84: ANOTHER SIDE OF PRAS

Whether Dirga is serious or not, about wanting to sell organs in his body. For the mother's healing. To be sure that afternoon, he had put his signature on the approval paper, regarding the operation to be performed on the mother.

Dirga doesn't understand. Whether this luxury hospital system is so, or indeed has become the rule. That he only gave enough signatures, then all the handling process was immediately done.

Ah, maybe Dirga even in his busy time. Had just seen some soap operas on certain TV stations, which sometimes, patients have to be removed from the hospital because it has no cost. Or, sometimes patients are allowed to die slowly. Without any effort, because the patient's family does not have money for further processing. In fact, Dirga never even saw. Many families who fall poor, have sold ina inu assets, to raise funds, for the smooth process of intensive treatment. That's why Dirga plans to sell his kidney.

However, Dirga felt that the hospital service was different. When she was staying, her mother talked to Dr. Niken. Everything is prepared carefully. It seems, it was prepared before. And Dirga was just guessing. It could be that this is all the work of Pras, her idol aunt husband.

“Sorry, Om busy once today.” That unexcused greeting sounded cold. In front of the operating room whose lights are still flickering. Signs of the operation are underway.

“Iya Om. Dirga.” Dirga replied that he did not know to speak.

“Rest, later Om who will take care of your mother.” Pras continued, who saw the haggard look of Dirga. It was obvious in his eyes, If the young man had not taken a bath. Her clothes were still yesterday.

“No Om. Let Dirga be here.” Reject Dirga fast.

“Niken .. “ Sapa Pras on Dirga's dazzling woman this afternoon in the doctor's office.

“Mas Pras's. Finally met also.” The doctor's greeting sounded carefree when he met Pras. Niken immediately shook Pras' hand, looking very polite.

“Wah .. The cooler you are with that suit.” Praise Pras pat Niken familiar's shoulder.

“Customize mas.” Replied Niken blushed after hearing the praise from Pras.

“Nah... that's my wife.” Pras pointed at Mutia who was walking towards the direction they were gathered in.

“Hai mbak .. finally get to meet mas Pras and wife, introduce me Niken. Sister, her friend mas Pras, High School time first ..” Akrab Niken friendly after greeting and hugging Mutia with her familiar.

Mutia spread a smile full of warmth at the young lady with Niken's breath.

“Niken this, sister who owns this hospital, mama Rara.” Pras continued Niken's incomplete introduction.

“It's not like mas time, the introduction.” Niken looks more embarrassed. It's very clear that, Niken is not the arrogant type.

So regretting that Dirga did not obey Pras' orders, who told him to go home for a rest, Dirga increasingly felt that he was just a crumb of tenganang in a can of khong guang. It only has a cool casing, but zonk contents. Poor ... poor.

“How are you ..?” tanya Pras later.

“As mas see. I'm good mas.” He answered without having time to close his lips, always wide showing off the neatness of his clean white teeth.

“Should have,mas. If there is a father.” Kekeh Niken covered her mouth with one hand, a little red on the skin of her cheeks, enduring a little embarrassment, because she was already past the head of three. It is still alone aka single.

“You are too serious school, until you forget to find a soul mate.” Pras said with his tone.

“Not that soul mate can come alone huh …? Hihihiiii..” Niken laughs at herself.

“Hmm .. Yes also, it used to be a mas with your Ma'am, this Pearl too. Not wearing for long. Get to know, fit marriage deh.” At first glance, the shadow of his first meeting with Mutia was imagined.

Same with Mutia, who was hypnotized at the time. Pras wanted to tease Pras, who ended up seriously becoming a husband in just one month. Without thinking long, without hesitation, also without consideration of how he felt on Pras. He accepted Pras' proposal.

“It is so.” He said funny, half spoiled to Pras.

“Nah. Single youth, may be invited to stay at home.” Point the original Pras at Dirga.

“Dek Dirga …? Ah, he's still a leak, Mas.” Kekeh Niken as if mocking Dirga.

Dirga's heart is like a sting of beetles, Enough Mutia nicknamed him a rancid. The time of this beautiful doctor also called it a leak, did not know him, if the same deket Dirga, he who will be made to menggahirin real leaks.

“You already know ?” ask Pras. Mutia was silent. Still do not see Pras who talks a lot in front of him, on a Pulak Woman.

“Ya .. know that well, he wants my patient.” Answer Niken gently.

“And you forgot or didn't know. If that patient of yours, is his wife Darwis, your mas friend also.” Lanjt Pras explained.

“Oh .. that's Brother Larsih. Jeez ... They've been girlfriends since white gray and finally married too?” Niken. It turns out that he met people in his brother's past. His age is indeed far from Pras and his mas. 13 years different from the older brother. Maybe he is the result of the actions of both parents who when they forget to be adopted, so that they become children at an age that is not young anymore. So that Pras High School time, he is often the target of his brother's friend's negligence, because he is the most bontot and still very funny to be disturbed.

“Iya .. Their love is strong. So marriage spit, and look, his son is almost your age.” Kekeh Pras pointed at Dirga.

“Ga same age also times. I've been head of three Mas. This old one.” The description was to glance at the rah Dirga who was not knowing how to express how to deal with this situation.

Wanted to spread the charm, but the bellows took a shower. Mau, sok-sok an, showing good looks. But it was already ngaco just want to sell the kidneys. Malju dank, shame ah, shame yaah.

“Eh .. mas the same Pearl is the difference is also far look. Age only numbers, Niken.” Perhaps in her past, Pras was indeed that cute, or indeed Mutia who did not know her husband's tabiet. Like that night. Once again Mutia felt she had found a new Pras. Not the Pras he knew 17 years ago.

The emergency lights on the doorstep died, no longer with orange. A sign that the operation is over. Hopefully anxious. Of course Dirga is the most restless person among them. Must accept the fact of the success or failure of the ring installation process. Not to mention, he had a chaotic thought about financing after this operation.

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