Handsome Doctor From Indonesia

episode 01 He

A hospital in Indonesia is performing heart transplant surgery. And during that time not many people succeeded even though they died a few months later.

I am a student who has lived in Jogja for a long time, I live alone here. Because my parents live in Bogor.

I am an active student at my college. Although many say I am smart, religious, righteous but my face is less attractive. Javanese people used to call "welek" or ugly.

One day I had to go to the hospital because Mom got into the hospital. My second shortcoming is economics. We and our family always wear KIS or healthy Indonesian cards. I took care of my mother in one of the hospitals in the Bogor area. Until finally I had to go back and forth to college and take care of my mother. He has diabetes mellitus. One day we had absolutely no money, and finally we had to be sent home. Even though we use KIS, we have to pay a percentage of the hospital fee. Surprisingly, my mother did not come home because there was a doctor who wanted to bear our costs.

I was curious and wanted to know his name.I just wanted to thank him for his help.

"mother, ana stay out for a while, ma'am" I told my mother who was lying limp in the patient room.

then I looked for the nurse who was guarding at the hospital.

"sus, I want to ask the patient on behalf of the mother salimah was yesterday sent home, and now treated again.on behalf of who would bear the cost of the hospital bu salimah"

ask a sister.

"just let me check first" replied the nurse.

"sorry mbak, for the person who bears the cost on behalf of the mother of Salimah he said did not want to be called his name mbak.

I was really confused as to what it means for that person to help me.

"how could it be, before there was a message from him sus?" ask me back.

"there is no mbak, he just said that he did this for Charity like that" replied the nun.

Hearing the statement from the sister I was very surprised and surprised because today there are still good people without wanting others to know the goodness. In my heart I curse the person who has helped my mother to always be given health and long life. Hopefully I can meet him later too.

The next day the doctor came to the hospital where we were treated. I tried to pry his whereabouts, even I almost surrounded this entire hospital.

What the fuck!

An entire hospital of this size nobody knows the whereabouts of the hero.

I'm almost desperate!

I just wanted to say thank you to her, nothing more. But he shut himself up tight. Until finally I got the info if in this hospital is doing a massive operation.

Heart transplant surgery!

It just so happens that his patient is an underprivileged like me. He belongs to the category of patients who get free surgery from the doctor. I heard if the cost of the operation is borne by the doctor who handles it.

Not wrong anymore!

Means the doctor who helped mom, she's in the operating room!

Hopefully he's the same doctor!

I have to wait for him in the surgery room!

Nearly 2 hours later the operation was not completed.

And time goes on. Two of the sisters came out of the surgical room pushing a patient.

I kept waiting at the door.

Two men wearing surgical clothing came out of the room. But they seem to panic.

Then two sisters ran into the surgical room, then they came out by pushing someone who was lying helpless.

The man still appeared to be wearing full surgical clothing.

And the door of the room was closed again.

After that day I became more curious about the person who had donated the kindness to my mother.

While making a report from the study yesterday I drank ice dawet which is usually held on the roadside of the campus where I studied.

To my right is a man tattooed from the tip of his foot to his neck in a tattoo.

Coincidentally we were just the two of us, I became afraid to line up with him. So I decided to get a little away from him.

"takseh gangsal ewu ta sir?" ask me in Javanese at the ice dawet seller.

"iyo nduk, nek ban dawet ku rak payu ta" replied mr. yanto.

Then I gave him the money

When I wanted to cross the street, there was suddenly

beggar in front of me.

"sorry ma'am, I have money but to pay the cost later" I said frankly to the beggar.

Then the beggar took my bag by pulling it. I didn't expect that mother to have committed a mugging on me.

I could only cry and scream for help. My mind was dark for a moment. In the bag there is money 500 thousand to pay the cost and money my daily expenses in Jogja. Now I have to find that mother where, God damn it, my fate today. I also walked down the street.

Surprised that someone suddenly called me from behind.

"snake!"

I was surprised to see someone behind me right now. It turned out that that person was the tattooed man who had been drinking ice dawet with me earlier.

I was so scared not to play when the man stepped closer to me.

"please don't do anything else, I've been snatched. Now I have nothing else" I said and cried.

The man walked to his motorcycle. I don't know what he's gonna take.

I just saw a plastic crackle that didn't know what it was. Astonished by her, the man approached me again.

"snatch, this is a shot bag"

"forgive my neighbor. He did jail the guy" the man replied as he opened the plastic containing the bag.

Then I checked the contents of the bag, and thankfully the contents were still intact without missing a bit

"thank you very much" I said.

"same-sama mbak, next time heart" he said then left.

From this incident I realized that people who look bad are not necessarily not good, while people who look good are not necessarily good themselves.

Thank God, I will make this event a very valuable lesson for me.