Revenge of the Tax Officer
Chapters. 2 Doctor San (REVISION)
Sastri got a package delivery containing his bag and cell phone. Her bag and cell phone were indeed left at Delia's house as she was trying on the various dresses that Delia had prepared. Sastri immediately contacted both of his parents after receiving the package.
“Honey.... What happened? Why didn't you call us?” question after question kept coming out of the mother's mouth.
“Sastri-“
Sastri immediately gave the code by placing an index finger on his lips on the doctors and nurses who would examine him.
“Nak, what happened? Where are you? Who's behind you?”
“Ma, relax! I'm doing fine. I'm healing with my friends.”
“How's your journey? Why didn't you come? When do you go home?”
“Let me explain when I get home.”
“When are you home?”
“Soon, Ma. Yes, yes, Ma. Greetings to Papa!”
Tuttts…
“When can I go home, Doctor?” sastri asked while putting down his phone.
“Three more days but for therapy you should continue if you still have trouble sleeping.”
“How is my intimate organ examination, Doctor?”
“From the lab results have not shown anything dangerous. But, still we have given various drugs and injections to prevent problems in the future as you ask.”
“Good. I don't want any fetuses or venereal diseases to enter my uterus.”
Sastri looked coldly with hateful eyes. After hearing the information provided by the police. Sastri is increasingly convinced that the incident that happened to him was intentional. After spending nearly a week in the hospital, Sastri finally returned home and of course he had to face various questions from his mother despite being full of lies.
Before returning to Indonesia, Sastri had to pick up some files on his campus. He must be strong to look at every lecturer's eyes that are filled with deep disappointment in him. However, he was also unable to say what happened until he chose to cry in the campus bathroom.
While walking down a hallway to his apartment, he accidentally met a puppy that was lying near a dumpster. The two stared at each other as if they were saying the same thing, “Our fate is not much different”
Sastri took the puppy to a clinic and then after a brief chat with the doctor about the condition of the puppy. Sastri decided to adopt also named the puppy ‘Bojo’.
“Come, it's time we go home!”
Indonezsian…
Sastri returned to Indonesia with his parents and Bojo. The first thing that makes Sastri more hurt is when they want to get out of the airport area. A large billboard was displayed displaying the figure of a young woman with a big smile. Yes, the woman is the newly announced Kamisha who became CEO of PH Entertainment in place of her father. The car drove off the highway and again Sastri saw the same billboard but different companies.
“CONGRATULATIONS TO MISS DELIA AS LEADER OF STAR AGENCY FURTHERMORE”
The congratulations are complete with a photo of Delia who also smiled full of happiness. Contrary to the reality that Sastri must accept from their actions.
“After setting me up you guys are laughing happily here”
Sastri was only able to turn around when he saw various congratulatory boards for Kamisha and Delia from several influential people and famous celebrities.
Sastri's days after his return to Indonesia were unchanged for a whole month. He was more silent while playing with Bojo in his room. Both of his parents stared confusedly at the single princess who looked different than usual.
“What's with our daughter, Pa? Why has his attitude changed so much?”
Complaints continued to be heard from the mother's mouth who seemed worried about Sastri's change. The usually cheerful Sastri is now more silent.
“Mama also felt that she often cried. Just look at his eyes when he wakes up.”
“Maybe he's tired, Ma. Mama will know for herself if she desperately studied to graduate and got the best title from her generation. So just let him spend some time playing.”
“But, Pa-“
Mr. Mahardika raised his hand a sign that their conversation should end. After finishing breakfast, the two husbands left home with their own activities. That was the time Sastri used to get out of the house without having to answer questions from his mother.
“Tumben Non, this hour is neat?”
“Hm.”
Sastri went to the pharmacy to buy the medicine that was prescribed to him yesterday in America.
“There's a recipe, sister?” ask a pharmacist.
“Doctors only give this.” Answer the Sastri.
“Sorry, Brother. We can not give this drug without a prescription from a doctor.”
“So I have to how? Time must return to America to get medicine only.”
Sastri almost lost his temper. For two nights he could not sleep without the drug.
“Kakak can get this drug if you undergo the same treatment as when you were in America. Sorry if I may know, brother undergoing treatment in what part? Who knows I can help find a doctor that suits your needs.”
Sastri stared doubtfully but in order to gain calmness, he needed the medicine to exceed his basic needs. Then, Sastri explained what type of treatment he underwent to require him to take the drug. Although a little uncomfortable but Sastri tried to harbor all his uncomfortable feelings at that time.
“This is there are several clinics to suit your needs. Please contact us directly to that number!”
Sastri nodded and left the pharmacy. He immediately contacted the number on the business card. Sastri signed up that day. He is not strong if he has to withstand the tightness at night because of difficulty breathing due to dreaming about the damned humans again.
The female doctor named San smiled when she saw Sastri come first with an indifferent attitude and seemed arrogant. For San doctors who have met many patients with various cases make Doctor San just a warm smile.
“Welcome. Please sit!”
Sastri sits on the couch right in front of Dr. San. The first day of meeting, Sastri had not opened the problem that befell Doctor San. Sastri does not believe the doctor yet and Doctor San himself knows what the new patient is thinking.
“I have trouble sleeping so please prescribe this medicine for me!”
Doctor San took the medicine bottle and looked carefully. “May I know the name of the doctor who treated you earlier?”
“Seeing from the bottle, this drug is not issued here.” Doctor San.
“That's from my doctor in America.”
Doctor San sees his new patient looking unsettled and comfortable until he ends their first session by prescribing a drug like Sastri needs. However, Doctor San was not stupid. He prescribed the drug for only three days of use. Sastri changed the prescription at the pharmacy and how upset he was when he saw the amount of medicine given was very little.
“Basic doctor matre. Why so many patients? The clinic also got five stars. It's really unclear this is doctor.”
The medicine ran out and inevitably Sastri had to go back to make an appointment to Doctor San's clinic again. Coming in for the second time, Sastri immediately protested over the amount of medicine given by Doctor San.
“I have to see your development, can't I give large quantities of medicine continuously. And you know it or not, if the drug you are taking is a high-dose sedative equivalent to taking morphine. There are side effects of all chemicals that enter your body someday.”
“Whatever you're going through, as bitter as it is. Medicine is not the last resort. There are many roads to Rome. Nothing is impossible. As long as you want to. Are you that weak to give up on the nightmares that always bother you? Are you going to let the person who hurt you be happy while you tormented yourself here with these curse medicines?”
Degs…
“Doctors know from where if I get hurt by people?”
Doctor San smiled slightly, “Not you are my patient. Their case is even more sad but they remain strong. Stay how you manage anger, hate becomes an advantage that will make you strong to face anyone who hurts you.”
For the first time he heard the repressive overflow from a doctor. While in America, the doctor who handled it is not as challenging as this in expressing his feelings. This doctor is too honest in his attitude according to Sastri. After therapy that day, Sastri was more diligent to see Doctor San secretly. His parents never even knew about his activities outside the home. The hair that used to be long back is now trimmed shoulder to shoulder with a light brown color. Every day he exercises and once a week he undergoes therapy at Doctor San's clinic.
Days changed until without feeling it was four months he underwent a routine that made both parents shake their heads. How not frustrating if the child who is expected to be the successor to the company is even fun practicing martial arts. Sastri's body gets more muscular during training. The drugs that he had been taking were increasingly rarely taken. The dose given by Doctor San has also been told from before.
Tok.dok…
“Nak, Papa logged in?”
Sastri was playing with Bojo when his papa came in with a document.
“Nak, please check our company's financial statements. Papa just wants to make sure.”
“Why, Pa?” ask Sastri curiously.
“Nothing. Papa just doesn't want to be cheated. You're Papa's son so it's impossible to betray Papa, isn't it?”
“The spearhead of the company is in finance. If the finances are not right then the others will also be shrewd. Not to mention unprofessional management and dishonest leaders.” Continue Mr. Mahardika.
“Why Papa tell me the same story?”
“Just want you to know. Who knows, you might one day lead the company in place of Papa. Never trust anyone but yourself. This world is cruel and evil, son.”
“Check! Contact this number if you have any questions.”
As soon as his papa came out, Sastri immediately checked the financial statements. Sometimes he also asked the owner of the number that his father gave earlier. He is Arif, a secretary who is also an assistant who has worked even before he graduated from college.
Unexpectedly, the analysis of financial data requested by his father became a stimulus for his brain until Sastri realized what he had to prepare to avenge Jonathan cs. Finally, after thinking hard enough, Sastri chose to start his revenge by sending a job application at a large company in Singapore. The best graduate with an IQ of 190 made Sastri easily find a job. He was immediately called for an interview after waiting for three days after the application he sent over the internet.
For six months, he had mastered the ins and outs of the company and after that he chose to rewind. Sastri reapplied for a job at another company and the same thing happened again. He was accepted and worked for only six months.
“Wait for my revenge!”
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