The Mr. Bucin
The Bucin 22
"But not sick, right?" asked Rara's father who made the doctor and the nurse laugh, "later we can anesthetize, sir," Rara's father's face pale to hear the word anesthetic.
"If you don't get drugged later you feel sick, and it's a procedure that doctors have to use, Dad," said Rara who was anxious about the father's silly questions.
Rara's father just nodded his head assuring, whether there is a problem with drugs so that the father was so scared.
"Then I say goodbye, I still have to check on other patients. Mr. Amar do not forget later his breakfast at the meal, trus his medicine at the drink," the doctor's message to Mr. Amar, Rara's father.
Rara's father just nodded while looking at his daughter, actually Mr. Amar pity to see his eldest daughter work hard, and had told Rara to open his own business, but Rara said that he did not have the capital.
Rara breathed a sigh of relief, two more days the father had to be operated on, and after the operation the father wanted to meet Rara's lover. Rara had rejected the matchmaking her father requested, the match between Rara and Fandi son of friend Amar sir.
Rara knows Fandi is a good boy, but there is no interest in Rara for the young man named Fandi. Fandi anak alim and sholeh, every day went to the mosque and often taught the children of the village next door to read the Quran.
Rara felt inappropriate coupled with the figure of Fandi who sholeh, until now the father continued to urge until Rara keceplosan and said he already had a lover.
The father does not believe it just like that, until the father wants to meet the man who has the status of his daughter's boyfriend. Now that Rara has to figure out how to persuade Reno, the man who hired her should now help her.
"Oya, Ra," Mr. Amar called Rara who looked dreamy, and sure enough Rara gasped in shock and a little hesitation.
"Yes, Dad," Rara pulled the chair next to her father's bed, then threw her weight there.
"Well, take care of Rani. But father later do not make him sprained, Rara also do not want father to be angry at him," Rara grasped a burly hand that was slightly overgrown with wrinkles.
"But later after you come home from work directly here, Ra," Mr. Amar put on a face of sand, Rara knew it was a move to let her down.
"Yes," Rara nodded and smiled, Mr. Amar looking happy.
Tok tok tok, "Assalamualaikum," the sound of the door on tap and a greeting from outside, Rara stood up and stepped towards the door, then opened it.
"Waalaikum salam," said Rara after opening the door, a young man two years older than himself reviewed a smile, next to him was a man his father's age.
"Come by Ridwan, Brother Fandi," Rara opened the door and let the two guests in. Rara grabbed Ridwan's hand and kissed the back of his hand, while Fandi cupped his palms in front of his chest.
"Well, there was Ridwan," Rara patted the shoulder of Mr. Amar who had collapsed and faced the wall after talking with Rara.
Mr. Amar twisted his body into a little supine, then threw a smile at his best friend.
"How are you, Mar?" om Ridwan approached, then Rara let om Ridwan sit beside his father, while he himself stood beside om Ridwan.
Rara glanced at Fandi, the young man was also glancing at her. Rara also threw a smile while nodding, "sister Fandi if tired of just sitting there," said Rara while pointing at the sofa that was not far from Fandi standing.
