Doctor & Farmer

The Ordealer

In the afternoon at about three in the afternoon, Sari came to pick up Kyra to go to the masseuse, Kyra was ready when Sari arrived at her house,

"Good afternoon, doctor." Sapa Sari's

"Sore is Sari." Answer Kyra

"Mother is the doctor ready to go?" Sari asked Kyra.

"It." Answer Kyra briefly.

"Come on, let Sari be the doctor." Sari is ready on the bike.

"Sari, if you're not on duty, just call me by name." Kyra Pinta.

"It's not good, ma'am, it's not polite." Decline Sari.

"Yes call me mother or sister instead of mother, the effect is that I am very old." Kyra gives Sari a choice of calls.

"I'll call you doctor." Sari said.

"Sip, let's go, afternoon hunt!" Take Kyra, then Sari immediately turns on the bike and immediately passes after Kyra rides in the bonnet of the bike.

Only with the travel time of five minutes they have arrived at the massage masseuse home, there seems to be a queue as well but fortunately only one queue.

After waiting for about half an hour, it was finally Kyra's turn to sort.

"Come Sar, accompany me inside." Kyra drags Sari's hand to accompany her, and Sari just resignedly follows Kyra who holds her hand tightly.

"Eehh mbak Sari, what pain?" Ask the masseur who turned out to know Sari

"Yes bu Siti, this is the doctor's hand sprained." Sari replied while pointing at Kyra's aching hand.

"Oohh this is the new doctor?" Awe is seen on the face of Siti who is watching Kyra

"Yes ma'am." Kyra said awkwardly

"Where the hand hurts, doctor." Tanya bu Siti, and Kyra filed her aching hand.

"My sprained wrist ma'am." Ms. Siti took Kyra's aching hand and began to pierce it, appearing on Kyra's face enduring the pain.

"Indeed a bit sick doctor, but fortunately this sprained is not so severe, in a few days there are still pain effects but not as painful as the time has not been sorted." Said bu Siti as her shrewd hand twitched Kyra's sprained hand.

"Now try twirling her wrists." Tell Siti's mom, then Kyra turns her wrist.

"It's good, ma'am, it's not that sick." Kyra.

"Yes ma'am thank you, then we'll excuse us to go home first." Kyra said goodbye after giving the envelope as a token of gratitude.

"Together ma'am doctor, mbak Sari, be careful to bring the bike already afternoon." Bu Siti looked at the two and answered a nod and Sari immediately drove her bike home.

"Where's Sar going, why isn't the way back to my house?" kyra asked as Sari turned her bike to another road.

"Almost my house used to be mbak, earlier Siti said her hands mbak in told balurin grated ginger, well of course at home mbak Kyra no ginger, so go home first let me grate later." Sari answered Kyra's curiosity.

"Ooh, so. Thank you, Sar, very understanding." Kyra is very happy and touched, in a place where she has not even even a day there are already people who are very attentive to her.

Before long they entered the yard of the house without fencing, in the yard there are many shade plants so that the house looks cool and beautiful.

"It's home, ma'am, let's go in." Take Sari after they get off the bike, and both of them immediately enter the house. Kyra sat down while Sari headed straight into her house, before long she came out again carrying a tray filled with drinks and snacks.

"Drink first mbak, while waiting for me to grate the ginger." Tell Sari. Then he skillfully grated the ginger he carried with him as he brought a drink.

"Such a Sar, not afraid of scarring it's his hand?" Kyra asked in astonishment.

"It's common mbak, especially villagers like me have to be versatile, anything must be alone, because the mother also if the afternoon is busy downstairs so from ordinary small independent." sari's story with a typical splash sound while smashing the ginger that has been grated to Kyra's wrist, after which he wrapped Kyra's hand with gauze so that the ginger that has been melted can stick for a long time. While Kyra who heard Sari's story about her independence can only be amazed in her heart, because Sari is very opposite to him who always rely on her domestic assistant.

"It's over with mbak." Sari's voice rips Kyra from her daydream.

"When can I open it Sar?" Ask Kyra who doesn't understand.

"Until tomorrow morning if you want to take a bath, tomorrow afternoon new grooved again, if noon can be applied pain reliever cream." Sari said that only Kyra nodded.

"Where's the house on Sar? It's so lonely" asked Kyra.

"The father's mother was going to sell the harvest of chili kanya mbak, my sister had gone with her friends to go to the mosque, but used to play first." Sari Evidently.

"Yes already then I go home first yes Sar, it's almost this maghrib, I just walk, anyway just close this." said Kyra.

"Don't let me take you!" Forced Sari.

"Well, if you make it, let's walk." And they immediately left Sari's house.

When almost to Kyra's official house, a girl with the age of about two years above Kyra, he looked at the two with a view of dislike. Kyra who happened to look at the girl just felt astonished by herself, while Sari who was focused on driving her motorcycle did not see the person who was staring intently at them.

Sari went straight home after taking Kyra down in front of the gate of her official house, after Kyra entered, Sari immediately passed to go home.

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