Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!
Open Not Surely Dirty
"Ca-candidate, is-tri?" doctor Elina said stammered, her eyes staring at Alkan and Cia.
Even that beautiful doctor, looked a little dazed. Elina immediately held on to the side of the sink.
"Say, if that's not true, isn't it Mas Alkan?" Elina really did not believe, said the girl in a black jacket, who was smiling thinly at him.
Waitaminute! a jacket?
Both his eyes were more and more rounded, when he saw the black jacket, which was not unfamiliar to him.
"Mas Al, I go first, don't wash his hands for long, I'm hungry" said spoiled Cia, even flirtatiously, she winked one eye at Alkan, who was still hungry, before Cia left the Mr. Penghulu and the doctor.
Cia's wide smile continued to be imprinted on her lips, she would make room for Alkan and the Doctor's Mother to chat, for a moment. Just a minute, nothing more! Cia just let Alkan, chat with his future neighbor.
"Mass?" call Elina.
Alkan who had been staring blankly at Cia's back, turned slightly to Elina, who was looking expectantly at him. Hoping that the words of the girl who was younger than him, were not true at all.
"Yes, I'm in the process of ta'aruf with him" said Alkan calmly and quietly, making Elina feel even more tightness in her chest.
"W-what, did you know?" elina asked, slightly stuck.
Alkan smiled faintly, one corner of his eyes directed at Cia, who was sitting, while playing a mobile phone.
"Quickly, maybe the day after tomorrow or tomorrow, I will take it to, Mother," said Alkan casually.
"What, Doctor Elina has finished washing her hands? when it's done, can slide a little." continued Alkan again.
Elina was seen closing both eyes, the tightness in her chest became more and more, when she heard Alkan's indifference.
"There is no perfect man in this world, Doctor Elina. If he has a lot of flaws, then I will complete them. Similarly to me, I am not a perfect human being, you know how I used to be right? surely Mommy has told you, I was even whipped dozens of times by the late Father, because I was so curious to try alcoholic beverages, when I was in High School, he said, I also have a lot of shortcomings. Man is like a chameleon, who looks evil, not necessarily he is evil. The open, not necessarily dirty, and vice versa. I'm done, please if the doctor wants to wash his hands." Alkan said at length, making Elina sculpt.
The handsome Mr. Penghulu, grabbed some tissue to dry his hands, before he passed leaving Elina alone.
Alkan's words are true, no, man is like a chameleon. What looks good is not necessarily good, what looks evil is not necessarily evil. Even the open one, he's not necessarily dirty. But, why are there still many humans, who feel themselves the cleanest and perfect.
"For a long time, Mr. Penghulu!" gerutu Fathur's.
"Sorry Mas, the sink is only one, so have to queue first." said Alkan, a little reasonable.
Fathur looked to believe, the man who was one year older than Alkan, nodded his head.
Meanwhile, at a table not far from Alkan, Cia was seen staring at the prospective faith without blinking. Actually, Cia was curious, she wanted to know what Alkan was talking about, and the female doctor.
Because, when the doctor came back to his desk, it was obvious that he was holding something back. Whether it's anger, upset, sad, or happy. Although Cia did not know for sure, what sense the doctor was holding back. What is certain is that Cia knows very well, if at this time the female doctor who is seen, is glancing at him, is holding a sense.
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