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Blood Donation

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“ BROTHER !!! “ cried Andhara from outside the bathroom. “ Dhara go first same duo bocil yes. “ he added.

“ WHERE ?? “ shouted Julio from inside the bathroom. This is the third day Julio is in Nganjuk village. And the fourth day for Andhara.

“ DHARA MAU TO VILLAGE HALL. “ replied Andhara.

“ WANT TO DO ?? “ ask Julio.

“ DHARA MAU BLOOD DONOR. “ pekik Andhara. “ ALREADY YES BANG .. DUO BOCIL ALREADY ON NUNGGUIN. “ HE CONTINUED.

“ HEM. “ Julio replied with deheman.

Then Andhara went to the village hall along with the duo bocil, Dadang and Yusuf. Seen there, the blood donation activities held by the village youth, have begun. Although in the village, but the enthusiasm of the community is very good.

“ Wuihhh …. Very much . “ to Andhara's amazement.

“ You guys, wait here. Don't go in. I want to register first. “ he said to the duo bocil who answered with a nod from both.

“ Mission …. Mission …. Komsah's beautiful mother's child exceeds the artist Lu_na Maya humpang passing .. “ Andhara said while passing through a horde of mothers – mothers who apparently did not register for blood donors, and also did not sign up, but they just seem to want to find new friends and places.

“ Mas , want to register, may not ? “ asked Andhara to a young man who served in the registration section.

The young man raised his head to see who spoke all Indonesian.

“ Loh, this is Dhara right ? “ ask the young man.

“ Mas Iqbal, isn't it ? “ ask Andhara while pointing male – that guy.

The – man Dhara called Iqbal stood up and stretched out his hand to greet Andhara.

“ How are you ? Long time no play here. “ said Iqbal.

“ Alhamdulillah, Dhara well mas. How is Iqbal ? “ asked Andhara in a rather awkward tone.

He recalled, the figure of Iqbal. Iqbal is a kind-hearted young man from the village with a pretty cool look when compared to other young men in the village. And of course you remember, how a Dhara.

Dhara, the girl who likes to make baper the opposite sex with her spare change. And Iqbal, was one of his victims. Fortunately Iqbal includes men – men who want to grow up. So he quite understood the attitude of the Dhara boy.

Boy – the man used to declare his love to Dhara. But directly rejected raw – raw by the Dhara, with the reason because he is still too small to date.

“ When to come, Dhar ? “ ask Iqbal.

“ Four days ago. Time pakdhe died. “ replied Dhara potluck.

“ Bal, queue sih dowo iki. Kangene kiko wae. In pending sek. “ chirps one of Iqbal's friends.

Igbal looked over while smiling and nodding. Feeling bad, Iqbal sat back on his stool. Queues are still a lot. While in the corner of the room, there are a pair of eyes that also keep an eye on Andhara while smiling widely.

“ You want to register, Dhar ? “ ask Iqbal.

“ Yes dong. If anyone needs it, Dhara should nolongin. Dhara wants to give Dhara blood. Let there are people who have blue blood like Dhara. “ he said.

‘ Still as before when talking. ‘ Inner Iqbal while smiling.

He then wrote Andhara's name on the list. “ You are queuing up there. “ point Iqbal. “ Later there will be someone call your name to check your blood pressure. “ he continued.

“ Wokeh. “ replied Andhara. He then sat in a row of people – people who were waiting in line. Dhara sat on an empty bench, then spread his gaze around.

And arrived – arrived his eyes met with a pair of eyes that had been looking at him. Dhara.

‘ Dih, whose doctor is it ? How did you see me from before ? Is there something strange about me ? ‘ inner Dhara. ‘ Ih, mana wear smile – smile all. ‘ inner back.

He then took his eyes off the figure. Having a husband, seems to make Dhara somewhat changeable. His mind always refuses if his mouth wants to socialize with God's creatures who are male genre – men.

“ Sister Andhara Nurmalia !! “ a woman who also seems to be a villager, called Dhara's name.

“ Yes, gu .. Eh, I sis. “ replied Andhara while raising her hand.

“ Check blood pressure first mbak Andhara. “ said the woman while smiling kindly.

Dhara then walked to the place that was already available. Laying his body on the bed that has been prepared. Then a woman in white clothes approached Dhara while carrying a tensimeter.

“ In check first blood pressure yes mbak. “ said a nurse to Dhara with a smile. Dhara returned that smile and nodded. The midwife then checked Andhara's blood pressure.

“ His blood pressure is normal. Nice. “ said the nurse. “ What has Andhara been taking the drug for the past three days ? “

“ Ngak sus. “ replied Andhara while shaking her head.

The nurse smiled back. “ Good. Means, mbak Andhara can donate his blood. “ he said. “ Ma'am wait here a minute, yeah. Later there will be our doctor here to take blood mbak. “ he continued.

Dhara nodded, then the nurse left him. Dhara waited while opening her phone. The husband sent her a message. Kangen, maybe. Dhara thinned his lips to find the thought.

“ Hello. “ greet a man – men in white suits. Similar to the usual suit in Dhara's husband.

Hearing someone greeting her, Andhara took her eyes off her phone. ‘ How is he ? Wanna do some what ? ‘ ask Dhara in heart.

“ What do I need ? “ ask Dhara.

Boy – the white-clothed man frowned. “ You want to join a donor right ? “ tanyanya.

“ Yes it is. Cook me already sleeping here but just nau numpang doang. “ replied Dhara with his original tone.

“ Then, why did you ask me if I needed to be here . “ said the man in white. “ Do you not know if I wear this white shirt ? “

“ Know it. Kan I have eyes. “ replied Andhara according to the facts.

“ Means you know right, what profession am I ? “

Dhara sniffed his shoulders indifferently. “ My neighbor, if you want to attend a Hajj meeting, also often wear white clothes like that. And my neighbor's profession is a building foreman. “ he replied.

The man thins his lips. ‘ Funny too. Interesting. ‘ inner.

“ I want to take your blood. “ said the man in the end.

Andhara kept her body away from the man. “ Why do you want to take my blood ? Don't tell me you're a vampire. “

“ Not. I Just want to take your blood for love to drink my pet. “ replied the man – the man while taking a needle and putting it on a hose and blood bag.

“ Here is his hand. “ the man was about to withdraw Dhara's hand, but Dhara immediately distanced his hand. “ So donating blood is not there ? “ tanyanya.

“ So lah. “ Dhara circus.

“ Yes, please hand it. Let me put the needle. “ the man stretched out his hand.

Dhara still looks reluctant. “ There are other officers anyway ? If there is, I want to be the same as the others deh. “ grunya.

“ Exist. But they are not as professional as me. You want, blood drawn the same officer who usually comes from – asalan ? “ said the man.

Finally, inevitably, Dhara reached out his hand and let the man put a needle in his hand and took his blood.

“ You seem to forget me. “ the man said when the needle was nicely attached.

“ Never met. How can you remember ? “

“ So true. “ the man smiled. “ We've met. The Bojong Bulut village. “

Andhara. “ From where do you know the name of my village ? “

“ Know it. I have a family living there. That's why I said we've met. But unfortunately, you forgot our first meeting. I hope, you will not forget our second meeting. “ said the man.

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