Doctor Naura

Chapter 3 Purple Sweater

Arriving in my car, Bang Zamy immediately opened his own sliding door that had been opened a little, and sat on the right seat while closing his eyes. Both hands were tied above his head. While both of his wet knees were wiggled left and right. Irwan told me to sit in front because he was ignored when he opened the door for Bang Zamy. But instead I went in and sat down on the left seat, near Bang Zamy. Irwan held back the feeling while closing the door. Like a chauffeur, he drives and sits alone in front. Bang Zamy took out all the trinkets in his pocket and pants. Mobile phone, wallet, headset, glasses, some important sheet of paper. He put it in the middle drawer of my car. I took it and wiped it one by one with a tissue.

"Let it go, you can dry the deck later." So said Bang Zamy while his hand was put back on his head. His feet were still swaying with his eyes slightly closed looking up. I just keep wiping the stuff. When wiping the phone, several times visible on the screen people call. One of them is my friend. Saved by name, Maya is Naura's friend. Ah, Maya has not been discouraged apparently, she is still trying to hook my brother's heart, I'm inward. While other notification sounds on hp do not stop. This doctor is super busy.

After the car was running and I finished wiping Bang Zamy's belongings, I slowly pulled my suitcase in the back seat from where I was sitting, I put it on my lap and I pulled out a roll of knit towels and sweaters along with a bag of medicine.

"Take off your clothes Bang, get wet later OF." I spoke in medical language while patting his left shoulder. Bang Zamy lowered his hand. Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking at me with a smile.

"No need to Bee, soon to get home. Oh yeah, please take me to the clinic." So replied Bang Zamy. Hearing that I immediately pouted.

"No later, take off his shirt now Bang Zamy. " I'm forcing. Irwan glanced through the front view looking at our behavior. There was a less happy look there. I don't care, he's not who I am.

"Hadeeeh's.... Bee's... Bee...., very good o Allah ni anaaakkk.., just fell a little while earlier, not going TO BE OF also times...." Bang Zamy took off his shirt and singlet while mumbling. I stuffed the wet shirt into the red bag that I also took from the suitcase. This handsome doctor, always lost if arguing with me, his little brother who is nosy but considerate. Doctor Naura! Naura Ghe Divanka's. The youngest daughter of Rey Fardan's father, the head of the red plate bank branch in Muntok city with my mother Yuni Archania, ASN who served as Head of Service at one of the OPD (Regional Device Organization) in West Bangka. Bang Zamy's headgear with mineral water was behind the seat of my car. Continuing the mother's habit since we were kids. Hair that is wet due to rain 'must' be washed with clean water so as not to bring disease. Finished watering his hair and body, I wiped bang Zamy's body with a towel. Just as I opened the telon oil lid, Bang Zamy suddenly grabbed it.

"Ah, here let brother bandur his own body with telon oil." I smiled looking at him. Remembering by me, a long time ago, from a toddler to he sat on the high school bench, he always asked for oil on the back of his body after the rain.

"It's a sweater." Then I gave a purple sweater roll to Bang Zamy. I saw once again Irwan staring dislike at us. But I don't care, all I care about is my brother's health.

"What's? Your brother told you to wear this sweater? Purple sweater?" Bang Zamy protest.

"Let your brother in this towel, be here soon." Continue while giving my sweater back.

"What's wrong with wearing a purple sweater anyway Bang? We're in the car too, and then we'll get down at home. What's problem?" I gave my sweater back to Bang Zamy.

"Lazy ah, keep it." he said, confirming the position of the towel on his shoulder. I quietly held the clothes that Bang Zamy gave me back.

Bang Zamy and Irwan both glanced at me. I'm indifferent and silent. The car is still moving slowly. The weather left us almost an hour and a half on the way. I opened my bag, I took my cell phone and explored the virtual world. No more thunder, I can play with my phone in the rain. Facebooking. I haven't opened it since yesterday.

"Bee.... So how are you quiet?" Bang Zamy bothered me to play hp. I remained indifferent, oblivious to his distractions.

"Haduuuhhh, here's where the sweater was, let you wear it. Just so cranky." Bang Zamy pulled back the sweater in my hand. I looked at him and smiled triumphantly.

"Or just find a brother long dress deck." bang Zamy hesitated back to wear my purple sweater.

"okay!" Just summarize my answer while pulling the suitcase back into the lap. I took a ping-colored robe and stretched it upwards.

"Ahhhh...then this is it." within seconds the sweater was worn. Then I gave him another holster. Ungoverned, he put my prayer holster on and removed his wet jeans and underware. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Then I lowered my head to pick up and squeeze some wet newspapers from a drop of bang Zamy's clothes. Newspaper I accidentally put when riding with bang Zamy earlier. I put the newspaper in another bag to throw away when I get home.

"To what clinic Jalan Baru bang?" irwan suddenly asked. It means that Bang Zamy wants to be escorted to my house on Jalan Baru or to the clinic where bang Zamy lives, on Jalan Bangka.

"Go to the New Road!"

"To the clinic."

We answered together.

"Hemzzz.... So...?" Irwan made sure while looking into the front rearview again.

"To the New Way!"

"To Clinic!"

Again we answer simultaneously. Bang Zamy pretended to strangle me. He then said.

"Follow the princess's orders only. Danger if not obeyed his will later mengambeknya can be seven days seven nights seven hours and seven minutes...."

"Seven seconds!" I cut off the words of bang Zamy who insinuated me. He just smiled. Ah he's so handsome.

"okay!" Irwan gas-stamped, looking for a 'rats' way to avoid the red light to get there faster. Then I again giggled when I saw my brother's clothes. The top of the purple sweater, the subordinate is my prayer holster. Oh my doctor.., bang doctor....

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curse it! When I suddenly giggled I felt someone hit me on the head with the grip of his middle finger.

"Awwhhhh sick baaanggg!" I grumbled, while Bang Zamy let out a laugh. Irwan was just trying to smile adjusting the atmosphere. Yet he seemed jealous at our familiarity. Familiarity brother sister who has been established 28 years.

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