Liz Nadia's

Not Smarter

"So where are we taking Mr Adromeda?" The grass-seeking father asked, taking turns to Liz Nadiah and the fish-seeking man.

Momentary silence.

A pair of Liz Nadiah's eyes now point to Andromeda curled up on a wheeled wooden object belonging to the father of the grass finder. The ill-fated man had already lost his consciousness again. "We'll just take it to my house." Liz Nadiah.

The two old men were staring at each other.

"Umm .. I have some drugs at home!" sergeant Liz Nadiah, aware of the unpleasant gaze of the two men before him. It was as if there was a ridiculous suspicion that clearly made him uncomfortable. "I'm a doctor, sir!" continued adding.

"Doctor?" The fish-seeking man frowned in astonishment. His eyes looked at Liz Nadiah from head to toe.

"So I don't like the way you look at me. Please trust me. We don't have much time to argue. This guy needs immediate help!"

"Miss is right, let's push."

There was no other means and means of transport, other than a grass cart belonging to the old man, to bring Andromeda to the residence of Liz Nadiah. Two large empty bamboo baskets, originally linked on one side of the wagon, had been taken down. Then left them under the tree where Liz Nadiah put his old bicycle.

After taking about 20 minutes, they finally reached the residence of Liz Nadiah. Some residents looked curious. Lips sounded crowded. Their curious questions were answered by Liz Nadiah and the two men were honest.

"Just lie in the room, sir. To make her comfortable and warm." Liz Nadiah.

Slowly, the sturdy body was carried by the two old men, assisted by two other villagers, to the room whose curtains had just been occupied by Liz Nadiah.

"Miss, I'll excuse you. It seems like there are quite a number of people here who can help Miss. I have to take the fish that are still lying in the river."

"Father too. Your goats must be fed immediately."

"alright. If you thank me, sir," said Liz Nadiah with both palms clenched in front of the chest.

"Together, Miss. Please take care of Mr. Andromeda until he's cured."

Liz Nadiah nodded. "Surely, sir."

But a moment after, the girl exclaimed to stop the footsteps of the two old men who had reached the doorway heading outside. "Wait!"

Both looking.

"What's up, Miss?" One of them disarm.

"If you know the man inside that ...." Liz Nadiah's index finger was pointed backwards through her shoulder, where Andromeda was lying. "Can you contact his family?"

They all look at each other. Then shake simultaneously. "Sorry, Miss. We don't know where Mr. Andromeda's house is. He only occasionally came to control the plantation. Plus, the managers have been out of sight for two days. Except for the little foreman, they're villagers just like us." One man explained.

"That's what it looks like." Liz Nadiah sighed regretfully.

"But I will try, Miss," added the father of the grass finder.

"Really, Sir? Thank you then."

.........

A few hours later.

Andromeda's body temperature is starting to warm again. After being given some medical treatment by Liz Nadiah. The wet clothes that the man had originally worn, had been replaced with a T-shirt suit combined with a sarong belonging to one of the residents.

But of course, it was not Liz Nadiah who replaced him. But the two men themselves who are now starting to know the figure of Liz Nadiah, through their small chat throughout being in the house.

Their response to Liz Nadiah was quite positive. They were also boisterous in their support, as the hijab girl said she would set up a small clinic in front of the house. "We're ready to help." As soon as they were welcomed with joy.

At least the burden when they are sick with long trips will be reduced, if what Liz Nadiah said is really realized.

At first Andromeda was startled, spontaneously moving his body to rise shortly after his consciousness returned. Obviously, a strange sight according to him. A small room roofed cubicle, plus a few strangers in village attire, stood around and looked at him in sparkling amazement.

"It turns out he's more handsome when his eyes are open."

Those mouths were endlessly sowing admiration.

"Who are you?" It was as short as the sentence he spoke, with his surprised face of course. Then, with a strange-sounding chatter in Andromeda's ears, the citizens began to explain. Calling the name Nadiah as his helper.

For a moment he began to wonder, what form of Liz Nadiah who was constantly mentioned by the strange people? Her name is pretty.

Until the appearance of a bunch of body, with clothes kedodorannya, splitting the crowd who quite a bit of the small room. So this woman helped me. So ugly. He threw his face in another direction.

And at this time ....

A glass of warm milk accompanied by a bowl of hot porridge, Liz Nadiah had just placed on a small table beside the bed where Andromeda was half lying. "Eat, Sir. To make your body recover quickly."

But just as his footprints reached the doorway, the bass echoed in tandem with the sound of the rain that had just fallen. "Wait!"

Closing his eyes in a backward position, Liz Nadiah then turned around. "What's up, sir? Do you need anything else?"

There was no sign the man would answer. He is still busy sweeping the appearance of Liz Nadiah who might think.

"Sir, I'm asking. And please take care of your sight."

Andromeda is misbehaving. "Uh, hey, what do you think, I'm looking at you for interest, hm?" Then smiled wryly. "That's right."

Not out of selflessness, at first Liz Nadiah guessed, the man called her to say at least 'thank you' to her. But .. hh, the plantation ruler who adored the community, was not smarter than the street bus bus bus bus bus bus bus bus attendants. They even still say hello, and thank you when the activity is over. "What did you call me for?" Still trying to be ordinary.

"Ah, that ...." Adromeda is like being caught up in his own game. "I just want to know. Umm ...." After thinking for a moment, his clumsy face then changed into a twinkle. "Are you breastfeeding?"

Ha's?

Of course the question made the quiet mimic Liz Nadiah became vacillating. "You mean, Sir?"

"Just answer my question."

"May repeat your question."

Was that man harassing her?

Andromeda grunting. "The question is, are you breastfeeding?"

"No."

"Thank God. Means the milk you brought .. is not from the taste of your breast."

A pair of eyes Liz Nadiah suddenly widened. "What did you say, sir? You think I'm not sane, hh?"

Andromeda is poking the shoulder. "I'm just scared."

Liz Nadiah started to get inflamed. "Then, are you also going to ask, is that porridge coming from inside my gut, huh?!" He pointed to the bowl of white porridge on the table.

"If so, then what's your answer?"

The sentence with that light tone, made Liz Nadiah grow furious. "It looks like me and the villagers have been wrong to save people. If we knew that stupid person we had saved, we would have let him freeze to death on that river stone!" While breezing left Andromeda who was astonished made.

"Heyy!! Don't you know who I am?!!" Andromeda called out inadmissive.

Hearing that, Liz Nadiah stopped her steps some distance in front of the room. "Then what do I care!!"