The Decile Mr Doctor

Pulsing pain

It's been a few days since that night. Although the embarrassing incident is still remembered in the memory of Andhara's cerebellum, but he still remained ordinary as if he had never experienced it. Same with Julio.

That afternoon, after school, Dhara took the time to come to the health center following the husband to ask permission to go to the headquarters of the district women's football team.

The coach said they would play another week. So the coach told his team to train every day for one week.

“ It still feels traumatized to go to Puskesmas. “ muttered Andhara while getting off his motor maticnya.

He took off his helmet, then put it on the seat while looking awkwardly at the old building that is used for the community health center of Bojong Burut village.

“ But what do you want again dong ? If you do not ask permission from your husband, then be a kuwalat! Kayak cashew dong. My nutmeg is below, my foot is above. “ chuckles.

“ Yes Have, HUSBAND ? “ he chuckles funny. “ I have a husband? And my husband, my handsome doctor, won't Hyun Bin? But I can't stop Chris Hemsworth. Actor kezeyengan me. “ his smile while walking into the puskesmas.

“ Body eleven twelve is the same doi. Hotzzz. But still I'm with my beloved Crish. Sin is not if we like the same men – men other than our husbands ? Ngefans can dong huh ? If you can't, why must bother – bothered to pay dearly – expensive men nan handsome to play movies. “ his mouth is still komat – kamit until finally the voice of a woman surprised him.

“ Want to see a doctor huh Dhar ? “ asked Mbak Muni in a teasing tone Dhara, because he was one of the people who knew about the marriage between Andhara and Julio.

“ Uh, mbak Muni. Just ngagetin! “ Andhara was right – was really surprised by the voice of Mbak Muni because he was still engrossed with the comma – kamit ria.

“ Ngagetin how ? People from earlier were also here. “

“ Oh yes ? “ beo Dhara. “ Sorry mbak, Dhara is still busy with the same formula – trigonometric formula that was asked by guru Dhara hafalin. “ has used scapegoating formula.

“ Want to see your husband ? “

“ Mas what's husband ? Lebay deh. “ Dhara's cheeks are noticeably heated and flushed by Andhara's speech. “ Doctor sir is there mbak ? “

“ Exist. Kangen huh ? Until – until nahan nahan wait for the husband to come home ? “ fashion mbak Muni.

“ Dih, mbak Muni. Dhara just wanted permission to go to practice in the district. “

“ Wah, who became a district athlete. The salary must be big, huh Dhar ? “

“ Alhamdulillah. Want big want small, as long as it is accepted sincerely, must be a blessing. “

Already umi – umi ustadzah aja me. Inner Dhara.

“ Yes already, Dhara to the doctor's office first. Afraid of leaving late for the district. “ he continued while walking away from Julio receptionist.

“ Always like this. Why don't you say Mbak. Mbak will just tell you that inside there is ... “ monologue mbak Muni while staring at the back of Dhara that has passed. “ Women who used to. “ down.

Dhara hastily breezed into Julio's room. But as he got near the door, his footsteps came to a halt. His body feels stiff.

“ Sorry. “ a word out of the mouth with a baritone voice that the last few weeks always decorate the day – Andhara days.

“ Why do you have to do this with me, Yo ? I love you, Loe. I love you, Yo. “ says a girl with as much as you like.

“ We can still be friends, Ren. “ said Julio while rubbing Karen's shoulder to calm the girl.

“ You are beautiful. You are also a successful woman. There will be many men – men out there who want to be with you. And even much better than me. “ he continued.

Then he twisted his body and turned to leave two lovebirds who might be finishing the remaining – of the past. As fast as lightning Dhara ran out of the puskesmas. Even the call mbak Muni also did not he reveal.

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“ Want football loe Ra ? “ asked Soni who arrived – suddenly appeared from behind when Dhara was about to stater his motorbike in front of his house.

“ Want to ringgengan ! “ ketus Dhara. Ngajakin smack down this guy. Fortunately not in swallow whole with Dhara. I don't know if Dhara is BT anymore.

“ Seriusan can play football ? “ ask someone behind Soni and piggyback on her.

Andhara raised his gaze to see who it was. It cringes. He had never seen this man in his village.

“ Recognize, my cousin. Just came from East Java this morning. “ said Soni.

“ Hi, greetings. I am Cakra. “ male – male named Cakra it extends his hand.

Andhara nodded, but still felt reluctant to accept Cakra's helping hand. She remembers that she is now a married girl.

It is not appropriate to be in contact with another male – right ? Remembering the words husband, Dhara again felt annoyed but also felt guilty.

Cakra pulled back his hand. “ Can you ask to play football ? " same.

“ Sama si Soni aja tuh. “ replied Dhara ngasal.

“ Not the schedule of training loe in the district every Monday afternoon huh ? “ ask Soni.

“ Want a match next week. So every day must exercise. “ replied Dhara lazily while fixing the location of his sling bag.

“ Sorry, I'm first. Afraid of being late and getting suspended . “.

Ngaw

Dhara's motor just drove away from Soni. “ In school only in suspension instead of twitching . “ murmured while chuckling.

“ Your friend is beautiful. “ compliment Soni's cousin Cakra.

“ Brother don't like – kinds. He's not single. I have a band. ! “ threatened Soni, but Cakra instead chuckled while staring at the Dhara motorbike which only looks small because it is getting away.

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