MY POSSESSIVE CAPTAIN

MANGO JUICE'S

The sun had just emerged from the eastern end of the sky. The warm rays have not been evenly scattered throughout Mayapada. However, in Rengganis' heart the warmth began to spread through his entire vein.

“Yaps to.” Rengganis rushed down from the big motor of the man who had managed to save his life last night. His smile continued to expand this morning.

“Thank you,”.

The sturdy man replied with a nod.

“So this is your puskes?”

“Iya right. I'm sorry I left it last night.” The face of Rengganis changed.

“Remember my message well. Do not repeat your ridiculous courage. Lucky you still survived, if not, maybe this morning the entire village was already excited at the discovery of the corpse of a beautiful woman on the edge of the coffee plantation.”

Rengganis glared, his hands reflexively hitting the arms of the man before him.

“Already, it turns out you are good at fighting yes. Last night you beat me with an umbrella now my arm that you seem to be breaking soon, look at this, maybe my head was bumped by being beaten blindly last night.” The man pointed at his forehead which did look bruised.

“Oh sorry, I misunderstood. Let's go down and let me see your wounds." The gangster looks very guilty.

The young man glanced at the black-styled watch on his right hand. Then decided to go down following the offer of the Rengganis.

“OK, I'm coming along rather than later things happen that are not-nots in my brain we better check now. It's still half seven. I can still breathe a little" he said.

“Meanway? What if it's more than seven o'clock you can't breathe anymore? Are you a ghost? Don't tell me you're the waiter for a coffee plantation that died horribly of robbers?” The gang looked frightened. His hands tightly shut his tiny mouth.

“Look carefully. Where there's a ghost as handsome as I am.” The man brought his face closer to Rengganis's.

“His what the hell?” Rengganis. He walked into the puskesmas yard where his duty already looks clean. Maybe Mr. Hari has been cleaning it since it was dark.

Rengganis walked ahead of the man who had managed to make his heart beat twice since he first met. The girl's hand holding the chest that was pounding her heart could sound firmer than usual.

While the young soldier in the rank of captain was smiling silently without the knowledge of the Rengganis. His heart is full of flowers.

“Come lay there. Let me check.” The rengganis gave the order.

The man moved closer to the bed. He broke his body without taking off his uniform.

“Blue AP. What does that mean?” ask the curious Rengganis.

“That's my name,” replied the young man was short.

“Your name is Blue?” Rengganis rounded her beautiful eyes.

“Ya.”

“Then AP?”

“Why want to know? I never asked anything about you?” the newly known cold male sergeant Rengganis is named Blue.

Rengganis smacks the end of the stethoscope into Blue's chest.

“Au, are you going to kill me?” Blue rubbed his chest.

“You ticked so fast. If it continues, without me hitting you will soon die." The rengganist returned to his desk. His smile expanded after his body turned invisible to the man.

Blue quickly woke up and held onto her heart that the beautiful doctor had just said was beating faster.

“ Is it true that the tool can detect the speed of my dancing ticking,” asked Blue bashfully.

Rengganis just laughed to see a handsome man in front of him.

“Sorry, Doc, I came late. What action should we give? I heard from Mr Hari there was a patient coming?” Astuti entered the room in a hurry.

“No need. She's fine.” Rengganis blinked her eyes at Astuti. Rengganis hopes that Astuti will leave the room soon.

However, the innocent girl did not understand the cues given by doctor Rengganis. He was even amazed to look at the handsome patient who was tidying up his clothes again.

“Handsome, Doc,” says Astuti out of his consciousness.

“Hei,” Rengganis glares at Astuti.

This time the signal sent to Astuti arrived well. The yellow veiled girl rushed back to leave the room of doctor Rengganis.

“Sorry.” Rengganis.

“What's wrong, then I have to go back to camp. Remember my message well. Take care, do not get too close to people you do not know. Check all doors and windows before bed.” Blue looks serious.

The rengganis just sighed. This possessive man long ago acted more than his mother and grandmother. There is so much to remember about Rengganis. However, the girl's heart seemed to accept all the captain's advice with great joy.

Rengganis waved his hand at the man who had just sped away from before him.

“Weird men,” muttered Rengganis.

Rengganis turned her body around, the beautiful girl was shocked half to death seeing Midwife Maya, Astuti and Pak Hari had been standing behind her looking with questionable gazes.

“Make aja.” Rengganis covered her shock.

“That was who, Doc?”

“You know,” call that beautiful hairy doctor.

“I want to ask, why is he handsome, Ma'am?” The Rengganis are approaching Astuti.

“Banget.” Astuti answered with full expression.

“That's the team that's driving in the forest deket kali Arung right, Doc?”

“Means Mr Hari?” The gang looked excited.

“That in the small forest next to the kulon there will be another army of soldiers training, Doc. Ruuuaaaaameeeeee. Yesterday it was through here" explained Mr. Hari.

“Oh yes? Why don't I know ya?”

“Doctor is busy. Our patients yesterday a lot.”

“Pak Days know where they camp?”

“Camping, indeed boy scouts, Doc.” Astuti is not welcome.

“Ya that's it anyway.” Rengganis shook his hands.

“Know, Doc. It is often a training ground. If the people here have certainly memorized the place. Retno, my sister and her husband, right, if there's a training soldier, open a small stall on the edge of the forest, Doc. Pretty add-add income.”

“Oh yes?” The eyes of Rengganis appear sparkling.

“Iya, If the fit is again there are soldiers training gini residents on seneng, the road and the village are rather safe. The bandits and the young men were afraid of the soldiers who often passed by.”

“Why was there last night?” Rengganis muttered small.

“Means, Doctor?” Mr. Hari squinted both of his eyes.

“Oh yes, how was last night's story, Doc? We almost fainted imagining doctors being attacked by hoodlums on coffee plantations.” Midwife Maya who has been silent since then opens her voice.

“Eh, anu—anu,” Rengganis confused about where to start.

“Udah deh, I take a shower first and then hunt the patient on coming. Oh yeah, the patient who came last night how?”

“Alhamdullilah we have handled, Doc. It only takes a few stitches due to a fall when returning home farm” Astuti smiled as often.

“Oke good then. Thank you, good work, ma'am."

Rengganis set foot into his house. He imagined being able to sleep in his warm bed. Just this time the spoiled doctor so missed the old bed in the mess house that it was too simple for a Rengganis, the daughter of a wealthy conglomerate.

“Tap.” Suddenly Rengganis' footsteps stopped, turned around and went back to his friends.

“Mayan Midwife, Mbak Astuti, and Pak Hari can help me?”

“Siap, Ndan.” The three of them shouted together.

“Bu Midwife pinter cook right?”

“Can be anyway, Doc, but that doesn't mean pinter.”

“Enough,” cut Rengganis.

“Mbak Astuti I ask for help, help me shop at the village market. Buy the necessities for lunch. I want to send food to the troops that are training. Buy a lot,” orders the young doctor, three people hope only able to staggeringly not understand what their doctor is thinking.

“Mayan Midwife today special kitchen only, there is a Ferra Midwife who will take over the task of Midwife Maya temporarily. Astuti also helps in the kitchen, so that Bu Riri and Mbak Katmia stand bye. Hope the patient is not too much today.”

“Aamiin,” they replied in unison again.

“If there are no patients I will help you too.” The rengganis said very sure. Though how to turn on the stove alone the spoiled girl did not know.

“Then what am I doing, Doc?” ask Mr. Hari.

“Pak Later that day that deliver the results of cooking to their post yes.”

“I can't take the motor, Doc.” Mr. Hari grinned.

“Yes geez. Mr. Hari just embarrass me. Anyway if there is a chance Mr. Hari must learn to ride a motorcycle. Understand!”

“Ready, Doc.” Mr. Hari saluted like a soldier.

This morning was a busy day. Like their prayers, all morning has not seen one patient come to visit their puskes.

Relengganis was relieved, all the food menu he wanted was almost finished.

“How, Madam Midwife, has everything been sorted out?”

“Already, Doc. Only the ones who have not. Capcay, fried chicken, crackers, and lalapan already I pack neat.”

“OK good. The patch is not too spicy. Cassian if they have stomach pain. Later even can not join the exercise.”

“Good, Doc. If I could know what's going on. Suddenly want to send logistical assistance to the Fathers of the Army. What does it have to do with the handsome Army that Astuti says?” ask Midwife Maya.

“Yes, Madam Midwife. I want to thank Captain Blue. If there is no him I cannot imagine what I have become now.”

Only to Midwives Mayalah, Rengganis wants to tell a story. In this strange place, Midwife Maya seems to have been transformed as a mother. The place is gushing and asking for protection.

Maya midwives are nodding around as they begin to understand what happened to their beautiful doctor last night. In his smile he was grateful that nothing terrible had happened to this young doctor he had begun to love.

Every time she looked at Rengganis, Midwife Maya remembered her daughter Ayu.

“Perhaps if still alive, Ayu is already the same age as doctor Rengganis,” thought Midwife Maya.

“I want to make mango juice first for Captain Blue.” Rengganis hands began to peel the mango fruit that Astuti had bought.

“That's not the way, Doc. Look.” Midwife Maya patiently taught doctor Rengganis how to make mango juice that she would give to Captain Blue very patiently. Starting from how to hold the right knife to use a blender.

“Okay, all done. Mr. Hariii,” call Rengganis.

“Ready, Doc.”

“This delivered yes. Mr. Warso has arrived, right?”

“Already, Doc.”

“It's money to pay ojekkan Pak Warso.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Remember. This is special for Captain Blue. Don't leave before it gets to his hands" the Rengganis ordered.

Mr. Hari laughed understandingly. He had to take care of this very valuable mango juice carefully if he did not want to see a disappointed Rengganis doctor.

Will that special mango juice get to Captain Blue's hands safely? Don't forget to wait for the next story.