The Mystery of the White House

76.

" Ahh... sucks!! From the beginning meeting was already like a terrible monster. And now it's getting annoying!!" aisha's grumbling in her heart.

Dr. Haris immediately checked back, what medicine Aisyah's body needed and also some vitamins that will be given to the tiny body.

" Do you have a teacher?" ask Aisyah suddenly.

" Hmmm" answered Haris' doctor frowning and picked up his phone and typed something, it seemed like a message for someone.

" We put the infusion first, while waiting for my friends to bring the equipment needed for here.

With deft doctor should give infusion injected some painkillers and vitamins. As for the woman, it has been given as well as the drug should be for the woman.

" All right. is done. So what are you going to talk about, madam?" ask Dr. Haris.

All three pairs of people there are only loyal listeners. Because they are lay with what the doctor and Aisyah are talking about.

" Why are you asking the teacher? Do you need?" ask Dr. Haris.

" It is more precisely a teacher and kyai who already know very well and are qualified" Aisyah replied.

Vendra began to listen. His wife has her own puzzle of life. Which he doesn't even know about.

" My question has not been answered by my lady. Of the three I mentioned you used which option?" dokyer Haris is back.

" Last" Aisyah replied casually.

" Why madam?" ask Dr. Haris who needs answers.

" Because they came and offered to help me" said Aisyah.

When doctor Haris was about to say the word, Aisyah had already beheaded him with...

" For only then is there help and who is capable !!" answer Aisyah sharply.

" all right. Infidel or.. muslim?" ask Dr. Haris.

Everyone who is a listener just shut up and listen to all the talk that happens. Can only roll their eyeballs towards the audible sound.

" infidels!!" answer Aisyah flat.

" Cafy??" say the listeners.

" Huffttzz..help them return to the way of God, that their knowledge may be of perfect use!!" said Dr. Haris.

" If you choose the first or second choice or even both patches of life will be perfectly covered. Maybe what happens physically is just limp and run out of some ions in the body" explained Dr. Haris.

" Autodidactic or derivative?" ask Dr. Haris later.

" What do you think of the doctor?" ask Aisyah.

" Descension... If you can't control. You will be controlled yourself!" said Dr. Haris.

Aisyah simply nodded and confirmed the words of Dr. Haris.

" For that I need a teacher" Aisyah said later.

" Please let your husband know first. I'll help you later" said Dr. Haris.

" Hmmm" Ayesha replied briefly.

" Mistress, your wounds are not perfectly covered. There are still many people out there. Like the word, if the mistress knows the wall of woven bamboo is exposed to sunlight. Well. like that your wound. Because the sukmo patch that you do is not perfect" explained Dr. Haris.

" so?" ask Vendra.

" God willing I will try Master" said Dr. Haris.

" The doctor called me Aisyah and my husband Vendra only. Isn't that so, Mas? Dr. Haris seems to be older than us" said Aisyah heart-heartedly.

" Hahaha "the explosion of Vendra's laughter echoes.

Doctor Haris was a little irritated by the behavior of the two humans. The female one mocked with her sentence which was the man with her laugh. Complete is the suffering.

" Den. ehh I mean... Mas, don't be. Doctor Haris is not old, but he is mature. So more precisely" said Mr. Darman added.

" Hiisss the Father. My father is my son, my hobby is very mocking. Look - this has also been sold" said Dr. Haris proudly.

" Have?" ask Vendra.

" Yes" replied Dr. Haris as he opened his phone.

" Now..... Still?" ask Vendra back.

" No !!" doctor Haris replied annoyed.

" Hahahaha" again Vendra's laughter exploded.

" Mass" Aisyah warns of Vendra's echoing laughter.

" Ouuhhh. My stomach hurts a lot from laughing. Finally.." said Vendra who let down his laughter and rubbed the end of his watery eyes because of his excessive laughter.

" Yes, I have already died!! Satisfied???" doctor Haris sewot.

After the sound of his phone immediately doctor Haris darted out. Mr. Darman immediately followed Dr. Haris. Like a reflex to something that has happened in his life. Ready to face anything.

After arriving in front of the doctor Haris stopped. Mr. Darman who swiftly followed hit the burly back.

bruukkk

" I'm sorry Sir. Here I reflect out fast. Not asking permission from your father or son. This is my friend out in the front yard there. Bring some medical equipment we need. How's Sir?" ask Dr. Haris.

" Let's get a doctor. For that I have a reason to follow your step out right?" answer Mr. Darman.

" all right. Let's Sir!! " doctor Haris replied by developing a smile.

They immediately rushed to the front end of the road. A road not reached by many. Because the house was indeed from the outside like an ordinary house. You could say the house with wooden walls and is very old.

At first, Dr. Haris thought so. Coupled with the physical appearance of Mr. Darman decorated with a slight defect in the area of his face. Mr. Darman also never wears expensive or flashy clothes.

Just a regular outfit, a shirt with a pair of toadstool pants and definitely a pinch on his shoulder. Usually also wear a head covering such as a feather or peci that has begun to fade in color.

Because of that, Dr. Haris felt pity and without thinking about how the state of the house or the cost he left aside. It turned out that the house was well-organized and well-maintained inside.

And, Mr. Darman also paid without waiting for a waiver. Doctor Haris is getting interested in Mr. Darman. Like hiding something big. And doctor Haris keeps harboring her as long as Mr. Darman hasn't told her anything.

" There's the doctor?" ask Mr. Darman.

" Yes Sir. Purposefully. I'm afraid that some people don't want to know something" said Dr. Haris.

Mr. Darman just smiled and nodded. And they arrived in front of the boxcar that had brought a lot of medical equipment needed.

" Put everything here. We will remove it" Haris said.

Seeing the face of Mr. Darman is terrible with a deformed wound on his face makes the doctors of Haris frightened. Mr. Darman's sharp gaze showed awesomeness. Like the atmosphere around him at this time.

" Iii. yes .. "answer them nervously.

" Don't be afraid, he's the father of my patient. He's a good man!" that's all Dr. Haris said.

The gazes of his two men represented the fearful face of seeing Mr. Darman.

" Yes, sir, I am like this!" said Mr. Darman briefly.

" We help the boss??" hail one's men.