I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Dr. Kim Areum

"So doctor Kim Areum is no longer open practice here?" ask Akbar disappointed.

Disappointing! It turned out that in vain his efforts to extract information from Anton to get the address of the practice of plastic surgeons who had reconstructed Anton's face so that it became similar to Fuad and Mahfudz. Akbar had thought that if he could get the surgeon's address, he could get information about Waridi's allegations that he may have reconstructed someone's face to look like her. Far away he came here, it ended up only in vain.

"When has that been, Mom?" ask Akbar again to the mother of the owner of the grocery store next to the empty shophouse that was once the plastic surgeon practice from South Korea.

"It was a few months ago, sir" replied the shop's mother.

"Where do you know where you're moving?"

The mother just shook her head making Akbar sigh even more. It turned out that it was as difficult as this to scrape information about Waridi.

Knowing his arrival was just a waste, Akbar decided to go home. But his hunger made him want to stop by for a while at a tent stall across the street. The trip to the capital takes almost 10 hours by road trip. And he from last night had not had time to eat at all since leaving until he reached this place.

While ordering food with a cup of coffee, Akbar called Fuad.

"I got the practice address, but it looks like Waridi has moved the doctor's office quickly first" Akbar reported.

"So how's next?" ask Fuad across there.

"Once, I'll think about it. I want to eat first, my stomach's hungry since yesterday hasn't eaten."

"Okay, eat first, Bang. Don't think too much about it, we still have a few more months until the election. By the way, later in the afternoon I will also go to Kopilum (General election Commission). I want to register as a legislative candidate for the next 5 years."

"It was a good decision" Akbar praised.

"Yes, I also need to approach the people in Kopilum to know Waridi's strategy to win the gubernatorial election this time. So you pray for me" said Fuad.

"Sure, okay. I hung up on him first. You just continue your mission there. And don't forget to let me know if you have the slightest information."

"Surely."

After calling Fuad, Akbar immediately ate the food he had ordered. After that, he still ordered a glass of coffee to accompany him to think about what next step he would do. As he was sipping his hot coffee, his eyes suddenly turned across the street. Waridis! He's seen.

The man had just been ushered out by one of the oriental-faced women from the hallway next to the shophouse. Waridi looks to be wearing just a regular shirt. He looks like he's waiting for someone, or an invitation?

Without much thought Akbar immediately rushed out wanting to chase after him, but unfortunately his actions were held back by the owner of the stall.

"Eh, where are you going, Mom? Pay donk first, don't run away!" the owner of the shop held him.

"Ah sorry, Mom! A moment! I want to catch up with the guy first, I'll be back soon to pay" Akbar said impatiently.

"Eh, can't do that, Mom! Pay first anyway. There's not much reason to run away, yeah!" said the shop owner's mother doesn't believe it.

Finally inevitably Akbar was forced to abandon his intention briefly to pursue Waridi. He took his wallet and took out fifty thousand from there.

"Here, Mom!" he said giving the money was impatient.

"The return, Mas!" exclaimed the shop owner.

Akbar did not reply but immediately turned his body to pursue Waridi. But when he turned around and was ready to cross, Waridi was no longer there. The man was gone from his sight. But Akbar still had time to see the side gate of the shophouse that was being pushed by the woman to close. Goddamnit! A little more!

Soon Akbar called Fuad again. Fuad who was in the Kopilum office picked up the theme of his phone.

"I saw it here!" akbar said with a gasping breath holding back the anger of losing the chance to chase the man who had been his boss.

"Who do you mean? Waridis?" ask Fuad in disbelief.

"Hmm ..." - Akbar.

"He's in the capital? Just be right. Right now I'm looking at it in the Kopilum office! If you don't believe me, I'll send you a picture!" fuad assured the man.

After saying that Fuad immediately turned off the phone and took a photo of Waridi who was not far from him. The man was talking to one of the Mayor's office staff. After doing that Fuad also sent the photo to Akbar.

Akbar who received Fuad's message and had seen the photo smiled with relief and called Fuad back.

"It looks like we've found the missing twins. I'll find him as soon as possible, just wait!"

"You mean Waridi's duplicate twin brother, Bang? Isn't it really what you see? Don't-don't take another wrong look ..." said Fuad doubtfully.

"There's no way I've seen it wrong. I'm sure what I saw was the man we were looking for. All right, now I gotta figure it out, I hang up!"

"Haaa?? Oh, yes Bang."

Fuad was still confused by what he heard. While Akbar again crossed to the shop where dr. Kim a

Areum that he said had closed it. Since it was impossible for Akbar to bang on the shophouse, he tried to think of another way.

Waridi must have arranged in such a way that the doctor's office looked like it had closed. Akbar smiled, there seems to be no other way to see the doctor either. Akbar had to use his own way.

\*\*\*\*\*\*

"Nadya, you are called to the principal's room!" tami said to Nadya who was busy chatting with her friends.

"Me?" nadya asked confusedly.

"Yes. You!" tami replied reassuringly.

"Why, huh?" ask Lia, another friend.

"What are you doing wrong, Nad?" ask Nur too.

Nadya nodded doubtfully.

"Yes, you're hunting! Later Mr. Principal is angry, you know!" urge his friends.

Still with a mind and heart full of question marks Nadya immediately went to the Headmaster's office. He slowly knocked on the open door.

"Assalamualaikum, sir! My nyari father?" tanyanya polo's.

"Oh, yes. You're Nadya, right? Coming in!" the Headmaster invited Nadya in.

Nadya hesitantly entered the room. In his heart he asked what he was called there for while the Principal was having a guest.

"You sit down first" said the Headmaster.

Nadya sat next to the fathers who were his chief guests. Nadya did not know that the one who wanted to meet her today was Waridi who took the time to stop by her school this afternoon.

"Sir, this is Nadya!" said the Headmaster. "Nadya, this is Mr. Waridi. He's our deputy mayor. You must know him, right?"

Nadya nodded confusedly. Surely he knows the mayor of Darwis, but for the deputy mayor he does not really know his name.

"Don't you know Mr Waridi?" the Headmaster asked sounded a little furious.

Indeed, he was a little embarrassed because his students did not recognize this vice mayor, while the concerned took the time to visit their school today.

Nadya just shakes.

"Haha ... You are an honest child. Don't take it seriously, Mr. Inspiration! I understand that a child of Nadya's age does not know much about the world of government" said Waridi with a crisp tone of voice, making him impressed fatherly.

"But Mr. Waridi, a child his age should know and know the names of regional heads. This is indeed our fault, which seems to give them less material about government," said the Headmaster.

Nadya was embarrassed to hear it. In his heart he felt like a lousy child for not recognizing his own vice mayor.

"It's okay. You don't have to feel bad" Waridi said in a soft tone as if she was persuading her own child. "If you don't know me, I'll introduce myself. Hello, my name is Waridi Soeharsono. I am Vice Mayor of XXX City. What's your name?"

Nadya who was looking down raised her head. He saw a friendly and friendly smile on the man's face. So fatherly. He saw the figure of a father in his eyes. While his own papa has now started to rarely pay attention to him.

"Come on! Introduce yourself," said the Headmaster. "No manners, Mr. Waridi is tired you do not answer. Let's say hello to Waridi!"

Nadya immediately jolted from the charm of Waridi fatherhood.

"Eh, yes, sir! Excuse me. Sa-I'm Nadya. Nadya Sastika Ningrum."

"Well, what a great name." Praise Waridi. "Nadya, I hear you're very good at math and won the National Math Olympiad last year. In a few months, there will be a gubernatorial election and I will be one of the candidates. To succeed the election, I plan to organize several supporting events outside the campaign, one of which is to organize provincial-level Olympic events. I hope you participate in the show."

Nadya frowned, confused. Mathematical olympiad? Does this special vice mayor come to every school and go to prospective participants one by one?

"Sorry, Sir! I was at the SD-level math Olympiad. Now I am still in class VII, in this Junior High there are many friends who are smarter than me. Why aren't they the only ones coming? Brother Rendy from class IX-1, also the champion of the Junior High Olympiad last year, why not Rendy?" ask Nadya lugu.

Waridi gulped. It didn't seem easy fooling this kid, he thought.

"Why? You don't want to come? The prize is interesting, you know. In addition to scholarship. There are Umrah ticket prizes also for participants and their parents. You don't want to make your mom and dad work with your own hard work?" ask Waridi seriously. "They'll probably be very proud ..."

Nadya shook her head slowly.

"If papa?" ask Waridi again.

"Nw...." Nadya refused to answer.

Waridi nodded as if very understanding. Because he's been figuring out everything about this little girl.

"If there is no more Mama Papa, but there is still Grandma or Om the same Aunt right?" waridi Fishing.

Oh, it's true, the umrah gift can be for Oma and Om Fuad or Om Mahfudz, thought Nadya innocent without realizing that Waridi's lure had been eaten by bait.

"Where? You don't want to make Oma and Om proud of you, Mahfudz and Fuad?"

Nadya jerks. How can this vice mayor know Oma and his two oms?

"Kok, you know? Do you know Oma and Omnya Nadya?" ask Nadya plain.

Waridi smiled.

"Know donk! You and your good friends at the Mayor's office. Even your aunt dr. Raya, is the flagship doctor at our partner hospital RSIA Satya Medika. And over Ayuni his wife Om Fuad you. He's my son. My foster-child. You never heard of it?"

Nadya became more confused. He never really knew

or rather his Oma would never let him hear when they talked about adult matters even if it happened in their own families.

"So how? Do you still want to go with the Olympics?"

Nadya finally nodded confidently.

"Yes. Nadya wants to."

Waridi smiled happily and stroked the boy's hair.

"Smart kid!" his praise. "But for a while, you can't tell this to your family first, huh! Let it be a surprise for them. You must want to see their happy faces because of your achievements, right?"

Nadya nodded.

"Yes, Sir! I'm not going to tell Oma and Om Fuad about Om Mahfudz" said the girl.

"One more!" waridi. "You can also call me Papa too!"

Nadya stunned. Papa's? Daddy's?

"Well, Mr. Waridi is indeed as many people tell. Very noble and kind. Nadya, you should be very grateful and grateful to Mr. Waridi. Not all leaders are as good as Mr. Waridi." praised the Headmaster.

"I-yes, Sir! Thank you, sir!"

"Kok Father again? Call me Dad!"

"A-dad?"

\*\*\*\*\*\*

Dr. Kim Areum gasped from his sleep as he felt something cold clinging to his neck. Slowly in fear he opened his eyes.

"W-who are you?" ask with a dialect that although fluent in Indonesian but still sounds awkward in the ear.

"I? You don't need to know who I am. I just came here to ask you one thing about one of your patients."

The middle-aged doctor looked very frightened to see the face of the Akbar.

"To-please let me go! I-I'll do anything, please ..." she pleaded.

"really? Alright. I'll let you go after answering some of my questions. Don't think for anything. Or I'll kill you here without anyone knowing. People seem to think that this shophouse is empty. So if you die, no one will look for you" Akbar said.

"i-yes. Tell me what you want!"

Akbar took his phone and showed Waridi's photo to the doctor.

"A-I don't know him," the doctor denied.

Akbar smiled cynically.

"Ooooo .... Don't know apparently? Well, then, do you know?"

Akbar scratched the woman's neck slightly with his sharp knife so that from the scratch a little blood came out without removing the stick of the knife from her neck.

"Ah, ja-no! Don't hurt me ....!

"Dr. Kim, work together. I don't know how much Waridi paid you. Although I can't pay you, I can also report your illegal practice. And it looks like if I can guess, maybe you're an illegal immigrant here, too, right?" Akbar sounded threatening.

Dr. Kim Areum was getting more and more frightened at the threat.

"It's good that you're deported. What if you're imprisoned in this country, and can't go out for years or the worst thing is that you get killed at my hands tonight, hmm?"

"Ba-well. What do you want to know?" ask dr. Kim surrender.

"Is it true that he had someone reconstruct the face to look like him?"

"If I-that I don't know. The man came here and asked to change his face to look like this man" he replied.

"You lied! This person who was photographed came directly to bring someone so that the person's face was changed to look like him, right?" ask Akbar impatiently.

"Ti-no! He came by himself asking on the fox his face as in the photo. I've never met anyone in person photographed!"

"Don't lie!!!" snapped Akbar. "If you don't know Waridi, there's no way your practice is made as if it's closed! And this, do you know him too?"

Akbar showed me another photo of Mahfudz.

"Waridi brought him here, didn't she?"

Now dr. Kim looks confused. It seems he can't lie any longer.

"So, say. Where is the address of this Waridi-like person?" akbar asked with an intimidating tone.

"A-I don't know where the address is." Answer dr. Kim´s.

"You're lying again!"

"Ti-no. I'm not lying. Those patients always come here without leaving an address. That person, Mr. Rudi. He didn't even leave his phone number. So if you want to control him himself who will come according to his schedule without needing to be contacted again. I really don't know the address. Even if you kill me now. I really don't know." she said with a frightened face.

"Then how can I meet him? If you can work it out, I'll let you go now."

"A-I really don't know ...."

"Do not know?"

Akbar pressed the knife back so that it scratched the neck even deeper. Blood is dripping.

Hugging the woman's neck Akbar forced her into the woman's study. Search for multiple maps containing files. There is no personal data about the man named Rudi. But Akbar found important documents belonging to the doctor and some of his patients.

"I'll bring some of these important documents and I'll make sure you regret it afterwards" Akbar threatened.

"Maybe, maybe you can meet him for the next control schedule" said dr. Kim´s.

He's capitulating. There is no point in protecting others while oneself is threatened.

"When that?" urged Akbar.

"Three more months" replied dr. Kim´s.

"Haah? Three more months? You kidding?" Akbar looks angry.

Dr. Kim shakes.

"She's definitely coming here in three months. I can guarantee that."

Three more months? Just be true ...

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Sorry yes reader, KPU author replace with abbreviation Kopilum to avoid misunderstanding 😂