The Mystery of the White House

77.

" No need!! Come back. And never say anything!! Understand??" said Dr. Haris.

" Who is this doctor Haris? Why have a member who is not physically from medical personnel? Suspectability!!" pak Darman's inner wriggle.

" Let's sir, we take it in. slowly - slowly no need to rush. Because I have injected some supporting drugs" said Dr. Haris.

The burly hand with skin that started to roll over unexpectedly intercepted the chest of the handsome doctor field. Doctor Haris is ready with the attitude that Mr. Darman did to him.

" Who are you?" said Mr. Darman without seeing Dr. Haris.

The old eye looked forward, without seeing that handsome face. Doctor harris just smiled knot. His guess is accurate. And he was already prepared with all the questions that the middle-aged man was about to ask.

" me? You can see for yourself, right?" doctor Haris said by showing his name on his chest.

" Hmmm. I know. Who are you really? Opponent or friend?" ask Mr. Darman to be.

Mr. Darman is ready in case something unwanted happens. His life and his whole life were only to serve his little master.

Even if his little boss found out Mr. Darman sacrificed a lot of soldiers it would never happen. Because Vendra qkan became the vanguard for the old man. Only Mr. Darman and Mbok Saroh do he have.

Two middle-aged people who were very loyal to him. Without the slightest intention to take all of his little money. Even though they know what the jury's wealth is like.

" Sir.I am a doctor. Of course I work as a doctor. You also know that my clinic is not outside the village. Right at the end of town?" it was Dr. Haris who kept on tickling.

Yes, of course Doctor Haris deliberately provoked the next question from the parents. So that he can also get important information according to him.

" Who??" ask Mr. Darman who wants to explode.

The middle-aged man clenched his fist behind his body. His old eyes now swooped sharply rotating and scanning the handsome face that became the center of his anger.

Seeing that, Dr. Haris felt that it was enough. Mr. Darman certainly has a lot of misery across the world 'abducting' someone.

" I am a doctor. I also have a clinic in the far side of town. I was curious about the two, right?" ask Dr. Haris.

That hardened old face slightly loosened. Signifying justifies what Dr. Haris throws out.

" They are my men sir. In college. Where I studied kanuragan. But more precisely I am still learning the same salary Mr. Kyai" said Dr. Haris.

" Yai?" asked Mr. Darman.

" I am singing Sir. The Jombang area. And I complained of fate after my medical school was over. But said Mr. Kyai, my knowledge will be perfect if practiced. And I'll also get a lot of knowledge out of it all!" said Dr. Haris.

" Yes, world science that must be used as a provision of deacherat later" said Mr. Darman.

" It's true sir. For that, the two people were just my men who used to be market thugs. I took it to the pesantren. And after I think enough science I bring them back. They are under my supervision" Dr Haris said.

" Hmm. okay. I believe!" ketus Pak Darman.

" All right, sir. We've talked long enough" said Dr. Haris.

The two burly hands of men with different skin will immediately remove the medical device. There were footsteps like Mr. Darman knew.

" Aden" said Mr. Darman.

Doctor Haris just turned his head towards the source of the voice and smiled. Yeah, of course you are. The old man in front of him was already very memorized even with the footsteps of someone. But ... wait...

Mr. Darman again stuttered and immediately returned the nervousness to quickly so as not to be known by the doctor Haris.

" Sir.kok long. I am afraid something will happen" said Vendra.

" There's nothing, son, let's go back" replied Mr. Darman softly.

" Okay, I'll help!!" vendra.

" Of course..the body is so stocky!! No helping!! Very useful for your life!!" ledek doctor Haris.

" Hiathhhh... Just say you're tired!" answer Vendra.

Mr. Darman who heard the two of them just shook his head and smiled. For a very long time Mr. Darman wanted this Adennya to have yeman of his age. Friends are sad and happy. Friends to share.

But because of the trauma of his life and the many problems that hit him so he closed himself off from life. His illness was also his main problem. Withdrawing, hiding, and always fearing something that makes the trauma recur.

But somehow one day Mr. Darman saw his little boy on the balcony above his house building with a pair of binoculars. The activity was done routinely every morning and afternoon.

After coming down from the balcony above his house he always smiled without anyone knowing. Mr. Darman saw that smile for a moment. And that makes Mr. Darman very happy.

I don't know what made his little champion so happy. The flow of happiness was clearly visible. His spirit of life returned as it was.

But when the pain came, the monster took possession of his body. Anything in front of him would be his rage. Not even his body escaped his anger.

Poor thing...

That was what always struck the old man's heart. But Vendra never wanted to be pitied. They do not want to be sorry for him. He hated the curse that gnawed at him.

" Doctor Haris isn't a doctor? Can we work together? What if ...." said Vendra floating in his heart.

" Heh. daydreaming. Hurry along!! That patient needs quick treatment!! Body only big. But pick up the stuff is not strong!!" dr. Haris's taunts.

I don't know why Dr. Haris really likes to mute Vendra. In his eyes he found the right person to joke with. Although the beginning of the meeting began with the dislike of each man.

" Ishhh... kinky!!" hardik Vendra's.

" Haha... Sir... Your child is very bloody. I like to be angry - angry. And I feel happy. Hahahah" said doctor Haris laughing widely.

" Already - already. Everyone is waiting" said Mr. Darman.

While in the room, two women of different ages discussed. I don't know what he discussed. It doesn't seem far from the stomach.

Mbok Saroh did ask Aisyah about it. There was a whisper in the old ear. His wife will prepare a quick meal. The meal hours have been missed.

" Where is Miss Ne?" ask Mr. Darman.

Mbok Saroh who was about to move towards the rear kitchen stopped already.

" Ohh... Sir... Which tool?" ask Mbok Saroh.

" Where are you going? How to rush?" ask Mr. Darman.