Papa's Little Daughter

Meet Dr. Hans

Today we took the train to Shan's school. YES, TAKE THE TRAIN!

Shan asked for it!

Though yes, the distance of Shan school from the hospital was not 100 meters. But this kid wants to take the train. He said he had never been up, so curious as to feel. I don't know who encouraged him to ride in this type of vehicle. Emmm may be her friends at school. Yes, yes, I do.

We finally get to the station and then go back to the original station. Wasting a lot of money, right???

Ahh...

"Papa Shan pegel." he lamented.

It's wrong who wants to stand like that. His papa is sitting down!

"Puk... Here." I patted both of my thighs, hinting Shan to climb onto my lap.

Shan has gone up, but this boy...

"Loh Shan why? Sleepy huh? Can't you get drunk on the train?"

I was shocked by Shan's current reaction. This boy stuck his head on my chest. He seemed to be unable to hold his head.

I then touched her finger slowly. No fever though.

"Papa, this is the train stopping when? Shan wants to come down."

"A little while, baby. Just be patient." I then directed Shan to look at the window alone this time the child was amazed by the view outside and stopped whining about to come down. Yes, although the scenery is only sugar cane plantations.

"Papa Shan wants to puke."

"Godhhh!"

Brussss

I haven't had time to find something to contain Shan's vomit, it's been spouting everywhere.

"Papa Shan is still throwing up again."

"Shan wait—"

"Hukkk!"

Again late. All of Shan's breakfast this morning had gone out flooding the surface of the train floor.

My body immediately cold hot got a shower of sharp gazes from various corners of the eyes. Yes, those people are now looking at me shuddering.

Eventually a train service officer came to my aid.

I am not ceaselessly apologizing for what happened.

"I'm sorry, I'll mop it up later."

"Oh it's okay. She's not feeling well, is she? Incidentally in the front carriage was a place of health services. The cook can take him there to rest."

"Thank you mbak." I rushed straight to the car in question. And right being gnawed here tends to be quiet. There are only one or two people. There are officers standing guard too.

Looks like I can ask him for eucalyptus oil.

"Shan wait here a minute." I put Shan on one of the chairs there.

Shan didn't want me to leave at first, but after I was forced to stay he finally complied.

The eucalyptus oil I managed to get. I then picked up Shan, then lubricated Shan's entire body using this oil. Either because I was tired of vomiting or because my massage felt good Shan finally sleepy. And soon this boy fell asleep.

I made sure Shan fell asleep and laid the boy down on the chair alone. Shan deliberately left me again because I wanted to go back to the carriage before.

I'm not good.... About Shan's vomit that I haven't cleaned.

But when he returned to the first car it turned out to be very clean. It turned out to have been cleaned without any sort of residuals at all.

Ahh I am really very grateful to this train service officer.

Thanksmeme it...

......***......

"Huaaa papa is evil, papa can't get Shan to school!"

"You don't remember vomiting?? Want to puke again at school like yesterday huh??? Let's look at your friends, not ashamed of what?!"

"But Shan wants pa school. YAAA!!!!"

I inhaled oxygen deeply and exhaled it, repeatedly trying to neutralize my emotions that had really peaked in the crown.

Shan, I swear to you. Papa wants to pinch you right now. If not because of the pain, it's finished ya kamuu...

Instead of listening to the boy's cry that hurt my eardrum so much, I chose to go out.

Yeah, Shan I'll leave it. Let her stop crying by herself.

"Papa hicks..." This little boy followed me, and immediately hugged my legs from behind.

"Papa don't go, Shan doesn't want to be alone huhuhu..."

"Yes, that's why you are in them, papa tired of knowing you don't cry mute." I finally grabbed it for me.

Shan stopped crying, although he still left as much as he could because his crying was really quite extraordinary.

"Sh—Shan wants to see miming." he asked, okay I'll obey him.

As usual we are now in a very boring hospital garden looking around, looking for his favorite pesky kitten Shan. Bored of God, every day here....

"Where's Shan's miming dad? Not looking at all. Shan kangen pa."

I could only roll both balls of my eyes lazily. Not very willing to answer it.

"Eh uh where are you going?" Stop me when this little boy starts coming down from the bench.

Shan this time has his footwear on. The same shoes from school, which had not been removed.

"Shan wants to find miming. Can you pa?"

"Jaudah yes, but don't go far. Denger Shan?"

"Denger pa." Shan ran off somewhere.

Until not a long time suddenly I screamed after seeing the object from a distance.

"WOII SHAN!!!"

Shan confidently walked off in the distance, carrying the buluk cat with both hands.

"DOWN!"

Shan still doesn't bother me. I deftly picked him up. Shan-pun then took the cat down after I threw the plot at him.

"Ih! I told you Shan, he's dirty! Why is it carried away ha?? Look now your shirt's dirty Shan."

Shan stared at his clothes. Now he knows how it looks on his shirt.

Shan.

I immediately patted my own forehead. Hadehh Shan's...

"Well, let's wash our hands!" I herded Shan towards the nearest sink the goods times there. And thank goodness there is. There's soap there, too.

"This brat we're back in the park again right pa?"

"Yes-yes chatty." I knew Shan was still not satisfied playing, so I agreed to his request.

After helping Shan wash his hands, I took off Shan's jacket. Luckily Shan was wearing a jacket, so the clothes inside were not dirty and we did not have to bother going back to the nursery. Distant.

Krucuk krucuk...

Whose stomach is that??

Ah must be Shan.

"Yes shan laper?" my question and I got a nod from him.

"Eat yuk, what will Shan eat? Papa make it up."

This little boy seemed to think for a moment.

"What's Shan? What do you want splinters? Eggs, chicken or what?"

"But-but—but Shan doesn't want any of that."

"Certainly??" Tumben once Shan refused the egg.

After a few minutes, Shan finally opened his mouth. "Milk."

"Huh??"

"Yes pa, Shan wants milk."

"Jaudah please go back to the room, papa make the milk of the angel there."

"No!"

"Well what the hell???"

"Not that milk. Shan wants milk—milu milk there is a sucker. Box."

"Oh the milk that bought. But Shan can't drink milk as well said his doctor. No no no, papa will be scolded by his doctor."

The tiny lips began to tremble, and slowly there was a puddle of tears urging to come out of the fertilizer.

"Yes yes, okay papa buyin. But this time yes. SE-KA-LI is it, inget Shan?"

Ish, that's what I'm crying about.

...A few moments passed... ...

Now I'm back with the groceries in my pocket. I just bought it in a department store in front of the hospital so it doesn't take much time. Plus Shan who I live alone in the park, must quickly return to meet him also dong. Afraid that the boy was taken away.

Bruck

I accidentally hit someone at the corridor.

"Eh sorry..." I was not angry and apologized to the man. That person immediately half-subdued his body to apologize as well.

But... My groceries in the bag fell scattered because the bag was torn when it collided earlier. I don't know if I don't know.

Angry dong finally me.

"Duhh, if the road pack eyes dong. So mess up people's stuff!"

That guy helped me pick up all my groceries. It has to be that way, it's a responsibility!

I painstakingly multiplied the tip of the torn plastic bag so that it can be used again. Until suddenly my sign of the stranger...

"This please wear mine alone." He handed me an eco-friendly grocery bag.

I initially refused, because it would be difficult to return this thing. We don't know each other.

"Take it, it's okay" he said again.

Yes, already then.

I then accepted it, and the person smiled and then helped me put my groceries back in my pocket.

However, when he arrived at a pink item the person was silent for a moment. He saw that thing. That's Shan's strawberry milk.

Ahh later, why did he keep glaring at Shan's milk anyway?

"Okay sir, take care of the bag and help." I said then take the milk uht out of his hand and pass it away.

"Shannn... Papa's home! It's your catch, baby..."

"JEAYYYY!!!" Shan was very excited, he jumped here and there. And finally it stopped when I gave her her favorite strawberry milk.

"Ohhh...." After drinking that drink.

"Where? Good no?"

"It's very bad pa. Shan hasn't been this mic for a long time."

Instantly I was overwhelmed with feelings of pity. Poor for Shan...

Patience, Shan, be healed again and you can mimic this as much as anything...

Tok tok...

"Eh there are people?" Shan and I reflexively turned towards the door. Someone knocked on him, but who? If it's a doctor, now it's not Shan's check-up time. Mom yes? Or Yolla's sister? Ah no way, they usually just go in.

Then who?

The curious me then moved to open the door.

"Sia—pa... You're the one, right???" I was surprised that the one who knocked on the door was the one who was. That was you see, we accidentally collided in the corridor. The person who lends her neighborhood friendly grocery bags.

Why is he here? Take the bag for me to return???

But kok.... After I looked at her different appearance. He wears a white doctor's suit. Huh huh? Couldn't he be a doctor???

"Include me doctor Hans, his doctor Shania Putri Sasongko."

"BABHHH! You-you're doctor??? That doctor Shan from Singapore?"

"Yes exactly right. You guys? You must be the father of Shania huh?"

I haven't been able to answer this guy shake my hand.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Sasongko" he said, shaking hands.

~tbc...