Handsome Doctor From Indonesia

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I kept getting closer and gently patted the pale man's shoulder.

he turned his head and we were facing.his face looked very pale from before.His body also looked shivering and his lips dry like asphalt in Jakarta.

without a second thought I took him to the hospital, but unfortunately he refused. We had a fuss first then he told me about a potion.

the potion he kept tight. without anyone knowing.

I'm looking for the potion he showed me in a big cupboard.

as I looked at her increasingly horror face, whimpering in pain.His hands clenched and hit her head in a row.

his voice roared as if a hungry tiger.

I trembled down the raft for the sake of the cupboard raft, until my hands were cold, sweating helplessly, watching it whimper in pain, and I could not help my tears falling down.

one by one the herbs scattered and rolled out and fell to the floor.

"what color is the doctor's potion!" yell me.

"white color!" his response was in pain.

"it's a little box the size of your index finger" he replied.

I tried to calm myself down and I looked for that little thing.

finally I could find that precious thing at the far end of the closet.

I took the thing by extending my hand which did not arrive. I jumped up and I grabbed it and thank God it was in my hands but in the end it fell out like any other friend.

I tried to find it again, but it seemed like there was only one I had shed.

while the man he was trying to take the rest of the spill from the liquid.

how valuable the potion was until he had to lick the floor full of disgusting liquid spills.

then he was sprawled, his hands began to relax and not clench anymore.His eyes were closed between tens of thousands of boxes of liquid that I did not know.

"sir doctor, you're okay, right?"

my heart began to fear, my mind began to stir and thought that he had died.

"master wake up!!" I rocked her sprawled body and then I looked at her pulse and thank God she was alive.

maybe he fainted because of the effects of the drug.

maybe water could wake him up.

I put water on her lips.

and before long she finally regained consciousness.

his face is now flushed with the white liquid polish that he looks funny.

I laughed too, but I could stand it because I was afraid he would be offended.

"thank you ana" he said later.

"same-sama sir" I replied

he also stepped away from me.

while saying "tidy up the drugs as before, I'll pay" .

it's good, who does he think he is?

irritated myself to hear his orders as if I were his servant.

I followed his orders without leaving a single item left on the floor.

then I mop also the dirty floor was spilled with drugs.

let's just say it's a bonus for him because it has made me hang today.

after everything was done neatly arranged, I stepped my feet to leave the shaman's house.by passing the residents who were sitting quietly in front of the house.

I stopped right in front of him, but he did not turn his head and instead was engrossed in reading the newspaper regardless of me at all.

I was also annoyed, because he promised to pay me. I actually did not expect too much for the payment but he had promised, so I have the right to collect the promise to him.

"ahem.."

"it's all done sir, so I say goodbye" I said.

okay, he's pranking me more and more, as if heedless of my whereabouts before him.

(actually Rehan fell asleep, with a position like a person reading a newspaper and his eyes covered with sunglasses, anyone who saw him must think the same as ana's mind).

the next day I asked for permission to go back to Bogor to see the condition of my mother in the village.

maybe I could have entertained for a few days after my thesis was finished.

and next Monday I'm in the thesis.

"ana, next time auntie,om, and elsa can ya play to bogor?" said aunt.

"yes aunt, I can really. later I take a tour of bogor deh aunt" my dream.

"there, here I have the rest of the savings you can use for the cost of going home" said elsa while giving some money to me.

but in the end I rejected his kindness by saying that I still have enough money to pay for the cost of going home.

they waved their hands while smiling to see me leave as if waiting for me to return.

yjogja-bogor may be the city bus is the cheapest transport I can choose.

but unfortunately, my money is not enough to buy a ticket.

my body felt weak and collapsed instantly.

leaning on a chair with an empty mind is my habit when desperately living life.

"this is mbak, your ticket fell off earlier" suddenly the voice of a child thrusting a ticket at me.

"ee..dek this is not.." not finished answering the boy instead left me.

I used the ticket, and intended to replace it with money for the owner.

The bus left in 5 minutes and I wasn't looking for a seat.

I'm looking for an empty seat, from front to back.

staying 1 empty seat right in the middle.I rushed to occupy the chair that lined with a man in a thick jacket and masked.

the man looked cold and cold, he completely ignored my existence.

actually, I'm very uncomfortable if I have to be with a man.

how else is this the only empty seat on that bus.

but it's not important that I get home safely.

the vehicle began to move.

all lights were dimmed so passengers could rest in peace.

I closed my eyes as if I was tired today.

"where is my wife? looks like I told a kid to give me that ticket"

the man next to me.

my eyes opened wide again like eating a mercon meatball and eating a lizard alive.The man's words reminded me of the boy I met this afternoon. he gave me a ticket and I took it without sin.

I used that ticket.

I blame myself and call myself a fool.

actually, I had intended to change a ticket, but my money was not enough, even if enough I did not need to take someone else's property, I could buy it myself.

"sorry sir, I was given a ticket by a boy.Maybe the father of the ticket? and I intend to replace it with money-" I explained at length.

but he chuckles and instead intends to give me money.

surprised and confused, that is my feeling right now.

suddenly he put a red money on my lap.

the number is not small, judging from the thickness of about 5 million an more. in my lifetime I have never seen that much money. I think it's enough to live a month for a poor person like me.

"sir, you mean what love me this much money?" my many.

"the color was your payment yesterday" he replied again.

my brows furrowed for a moment and my lips were like cold rubber.

I could immediately tell who this veiled man was and why he also gave me an honor on the bus. Crazy! it's a shame that if anyone sees it, they will definitely think negatively about me, the paid woman and blah blah blah blah.

I could immediately find out who was the culprit in front of me, the man who was always not absent made me hang every meeting.who else if not the pale doctor.

so her frenzy unconsciously I pinched her stomach until she got out of control and shouted "aaaaaaaaaah" until the passengers there looked at us both their faces as if thinking if we were perverts.

I also just felt ashamed.

while the doctor laughed with joy at my embarrassed face.

it's so unfair, I have to stay away from this wacky doctor.

"you're sane, doctor! give me this much money just because I've helped you clean up the house"

"you realize? you're just squandering your money"

obviously I'm in a pissed off tone.

"who said I was squandering money, I just want you to help me"

say that doctor again.

I'm getting curious about this young doctor.What the hell does he want?

I could've had heart disease and high blood pressure if I had to get close to this guy.

"if I don't want to, what do you want..?"

threaten me with him.

"okay, that means you're getting off this bus, 'cause that ticket is mine" death threats.

it's smart that he turned the facts around.Treating me in a sneaky way.

I always lose to him.

"why should I sir? you can find someone else to help you".

answer me looking for a reason.

"don't PD, I just want you to help me find a plant for me to make potions"

"it just so happened that the potion was exhausted-"

inexplicably.

it turns out that yesterday's potion was a painkiller that he suffered.I'm getting crazy hearing the story, he does deserve me to call a shaman.

besides being a genius, he could also make medicine for himself.

"okay, I would like to, but you can't stay in my house and after I help you find that plant you have to get away from my life".

I said I put conditions on him.

he also nodded in agreement.

he told me about his life until we had to not sleep that night.

I also did not expect if he had such a severe disease.brain membrane cancer.

he also did not know if he had the disease until finally he was diagnosed with the deadly disease.

he had a family, but it was his divorce that separated him from his parents.

he is indeed a rich man, but never get affection and attention since childhood. is different from me. I am a child of the underprivileged but I was raised by affection and love.

my father eventually left us.

I also wonder why he did not choose the medical path and instead tried to treat the disease alone.

although in the end he will die.In Indonesia cancer is a disease that is difficult to cure and the sufferer will not last long.

but unlike this young doctor, he instead believes that his disease will be cured.he also believes that if every disease will have a cure.

I was also moved to see his spirit so high to live.

hopefully what he aspires to achieve to be able to move on.

not felt the clock has shown at 4 am. soon adzan dawn reverberate.

the vehicle we were riding parked in front of the mosque.my inner strange why this bus wants to park for a moment, because as far as I know the bus will continue to run except when changing drivers or leaking tires.

I finally asked the bus driver I was driving.

"sir, why are we stopping here?"

"weren't you chasing the target, or was there one of the tires that leaked?"

my many.

"we respect people who are Muslims, let them carry out their obligations first, and I happen to be also Islamic" he replied, smiling.

very wise this father, would give his time for the benefit of the people.

hopefully other bus drivers can also be like this father, who is wise to time.

after I finished the prayer, I returned to my seat.

I found doctor Rehan sleeping soundly.

"sir doctor!"

"wake up! is praying yet? the bus is going"

she opened her eyes, then replied that she would not pray.

"you said you were islamic?" tanyaku later.

"why indeed?" sewot replied.

I was a little upset with him, although no one is perfect but at least they remember his god and want to worship according to his teachings.

I really want to curse him.

at about 5am we arrived at the terminal.

it was still very early in the morning, so we had to wait until the sun started to rise.

after a few minutes a public transport stopped on our front road and I boarded it.

but why is this man coming with me too.