The Mr. Bucin

The Bucin 27

"Try you ask her son directly," said Rara's father disperse the daydreams of Rara, and the girl became a wave when his father's friends looked at him, Fandi was not defeated.

The young man looked at Rara as if begging to accept her, very confident Rara, so silly thoughts that seeped in Rara's brain.

"Son, how do you want to be a son-in-law, Om?" Om Amat walked closer, Rara glanced behind the back of Amat, om Ridwan also stepped closer towards him.

"You're the same Fandi, Ra. Look at him alim, sholeh, and already established. Fandi is just a lack of life companion," persuaded om Ridwan while occasionally turning towards his son, Fandi.

Rara gulped slowly, confused to answer what, Rara looked at the father as if asking for help. Rara Manyun lips when seeing the father pretended not to see and chose to lay down his frail body on the sickly bed.

"Sorry om, Rara could not answer yet," finally only the word came out of her lips, Fandi was heard exhaling, either disappointed or relieved.

Disappointed because he did not or has not chosen himself, and relieved because there is still a chance to get closer and get to know Rara.

Mr. Amar said, Rara's father. Her son was different from the other girls, and many confirmed. When a girl his age continues school, Rara is busy making herself the backbone of replacing her father.

When the other girls join hands, hugging the young man who has the status of a girlfriend, who is either a school or not, Rara is busy working to find rupiah coffers.

"How long do you ask to answer our questions, son?" Om Amat asked in a gentle tone but sounded urgent and demanding.

"Rara doesn't know, Om," replied Rara slowly, then looked down at the white Hospital tile that now looked attractive rather than having to look at the two middle-aged men who were chasing and demanding answers from him.

Rara's feet twitched under the sickly bed, the current oath she wanted to shout out her teething and then ran out.

Soon Rara reached into her bag and took the phone, Rara closed her eyes when she saw who was calling.

"Om, dad, Rara let's go out for a second, get on the phone. Afraid that something important," said Rara, who was taken by the three middle-aged men.

Rara's feet stepped quickly, perhaps more precisely a small run, and rushed out after a small smile on Fandi who was also staring at him.

Arriving outside Rara turned the eyeballs off guard, MAS RENO GANTENG plastered on the call that was connected.

"Yes, hello," said Rara as soon as the picture of her phone scroll towards the green color, a sigh was heard from across.

"Where is your account number, want me to transfer, or you ask the receptionist so I directly transfer your father's fees," Reno said from across the street.

"I don't memorize my account number, om uh mas. Try later when my sister comes here and when I come home to stop by the receptionist payment," answered Rara honestly.

Rara does have an account, because the salary of the minimarket where she works is not given via envelope, the salary money she receives is sent directly to the account by the minimarket.

"Hmm, tell me right away," Reno replied from across the street, Rara smiling at Reno's reply. There was still time to ask meaning later, and later he had to immediately tell his sister to come so that he could meet the receptionist of this Hospital.

Seriate.