BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 86: GOING HOME

"Juanda ...?" Larsih felt very familiar with that name. Although it's been a long time. But he still remembers. If you were ever familiar with someone named that.

"Yes .. mbak. Juanda Sutekno. My friend from High School. Same with Mas Pras." He approached as if familiar.

"Sorry ... Who is this doctor?" Larsih had remembered and could cast Juanda's face. But for this beautiful woman in white, he was unable to recognize her at all.

"Mbak. Mas Juanda's sister." Niken extended her hand to shake her hand.

"God's Masya. You're that minul minul centil boy? the single bontot?" Larsih widened her eyes perfectly. Not expecting, if the interlocutor is a small boy who is often made to cry by his brothers. They all gathered at Juanda's house. And it's true, alm Darwis used to be a frequent tease of the boy. Because he is very caper, if his brother's friend comes. He always likes to show off his mother, then cry if the toy is seized or hidden by the boys.

"Yes, mom. Right enough. That's me." His chuckle hugged larsih, as if longing.

"I didn't think I could meet you. Wallah. Can you go the age of mbak." Larsih rubbed Niken's arm with a sense of pride.

"Obias is mbak. God allow me to be cared for here, I just happen to be used by God." Niken is very humble.

"How are you?" asked Larsih curious about the news of her husband's best friend.

"Mas Juanda, on leave. attended his daughter's graduation abroad." Answer's short. While the nurses had given him the code to continue the task without him.

"Yes .. no wonder. your waong is indeed rich since tho content. You are different from us, ordinary people. High School is sokoor." Larsih continued without shame.

"Ih .. don't be so mbak. We are the same." continued Niken tidied up the irregular son of Larsih.

"Lah .. if his son uanda has graduated. Your son piye? What class, what class?' cecar Larsih sok familiar. Feeling if the interlocutor is not a stingy person in terms of giving information.

"Houm. Like Mas Pras yesterday in front of the operating room. I have no father yet. no father .. hihihiiii ..." Without shame, Niken grinned the horse admitting his incombility.

"Acst .. moso. Ayu gini kok blom nikah tho? Your school height.. So the second man." Answer Larsih perfunctorily.

"yes how donk mbak. Udah ideals." he replied with Larsih who was like his own brother.

"Yes too. Yes, I'm confused, though. Just like lanang mbak's son. But .. yes it is not worth the same kamju that has been successful and beautiful. Mbk's son still stinks." Whether it's a promotion or an insult to his own son.

"Ha .. ha .. yesterday Mas Ptras also nawarin deck Dirga, Mbak" kekeh Niken while staring at Dirga who is not ready to be promoted by his mother, even in front of the person concerned.

"Dirga Decree ...?" larsih's birthday was a bit confused with Niken's call on her eldest son.

"Yes .. yesterday he said he was younger than me, called Mr. Dirga. I don't want to, I call you adek. Kan I'm older than him, mbak" explained Niken at length.

"Excuse me. Our doctor must visit the next patient." A nurse entered Larsih's ward. Because since then they had a little trouble waiting for Nikentemun kangen with his mother Dirga.

"Oh yes. Sorry mbak. I will be here again. If you want to go out on day. Can I make a recommendation and prescribe the road medicine." Niken was in a hurry.

"Mother why the hell, nawarin Dirga like a fried banana like that doctor." With a tone of voice made somewhat angry, Dirga approached the mother.

"Dirga told you, me and Aunt Mutia are nothing." Dirga continues to argue.

"Dare to swear?" he challenged her in a loud voice facing Dirga.

“Wah .. who is already healthy. Chat the spirit once.” Suddenly Pras and Mutia were already at the doorstep. I don't know, what the mother and child were talking about, had heard them or not.

“Pras .. thank you very much for everything. Cost problem, I'll take it. This all must be expensive.” Larsih immediately forgot her chat with Dirga.

“Already. Don't talk about costs. This hospital belongs to Juanda, we can much discount really. Take it easy, will not make me go bankrupt.” Pras is relaxed.

“Mbak Mutia, sorry. I trouble you guys a lot.” Larsih on Mutia.

“Don't think about mbak. The important thing is to be healthy. Continue to keep Health so as not to relapse again.” Mutia replied more calmly than Pras. The phone in her hand was shaking. Because the brondong had already sent a chat to him.

“Ayank heard me and mom say what?” Chat Dirga is actually scared. His last conversation was heard by Pras.

“No. We really just arrived, and mas Pras deliberately did not knock, because sure the door was not locked.” Reply to Mutia quickly.

“Oh thank goodness.” Quick reply.

“What's the talk about?” curious Mutia.

“You know so much?” Dirga tried to tease Mutia

“Ga, regular aja.” Mutia reply was short.

“Huh .. want to tay really donk. About us, ayank.” Reply Dirga who still likes to use the call when they chat ria,

“Bodo ..!” Reply Mutia directly put her phone in the bag. Any sign of Dirga's continued questions, he no longer serves.

“Pras .. This is Juanda Hospital. Huh .. you guys have become all great people, different from us who choose to marry young.” As if sorry Larsih half confided in Pras.

“It has happened, don't discuss it again.” Brief and flat, Pras has returned to his original nature.

“And it turns out that Niken was a boy, gemesin. Uh... was a doctor. Cardiologist again. It's great.” The devil did not expect to be answered.

“Sorry mbak. We went to the nurse section. As if you were allowed to go home today. But, if you want to add days, so that the condition is getting fit can be.” Mutia represented her husband to convey what the nurse was saying.

“It would be nice if you could go home today, but to go home directly to the village, it looks like it will be kesorean to arrive there.” Said Dirga's mother weighing.

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