The Secret With Bad Boy

Probing

“Kal, just came home?” bertha asked when she saw her son who had just returned home. He patted the spot beside him as a signal for Kala to sit near him.

“Malem, Mah.” Kala approached Bertha and kissed her mother's forehead before sitting next to Bertha.

“Iya. I finished my job with temen.” Kala replied soberly. He had just come home from the Kinanti house and did the task because the material was very difficult for him to understand.

“From home of Riko?” Bertha asked curiously. He deliberately called the name of an old friend Kala as a lure.

“Not. From home Kinanti.” There was a smile engraved as Kala called out that name.

“Kinanti? How did Mom catch that name? Well-favoured. How is he?” Bertha was curious. Just this time Kala mentioned the name of a girl with such sparkling eyes.

Kala smiled a little and then rubbed her face. Called the name Kinanti is always automatically raises the shadow of the face of the girl who all day he looks a lot. There were many things he wanted to say but one thing always held him back. Kinanti started to make him fret.

“It looks very special. Mamah kepo. Thanks dong.” Bertha rubbed the back of the son who was very tense. It seemed like he was thinking hard, making a decision on whether to introduce Kinanti or not to the woman beside him.

“He's a new kid, Mah. Yeah, pinter's son. Thinking adult. He was also fun to talk to. So what else?” Kala was at a loss for words to describe the figure of Kinanti.

“What else dong? Kan Mamah also did not know.” Bertha went back to fishing her son. After a long time, only this time Kala wanted to talk long with him. Discussing other things than his disappointment with his father.

“She likes to make expression gini.” Kala dyed his lips and his eyes were swerving upwards.

“Hahahha? What yes?” Bertha laughed at the expression on her son's face.

“No, Mom laughed, let alone me who saw him every day.” When the grimace is unclear.

“Okey, what else makes him unique?” Bertha was increasingly interested in the figure that brought her son back. The son who used to be very cheerful and energetic and turned into a bad boy because of his separation with the husband.

“She random. His hobby read, often make Kala a headache with his babbling. But if he doesn't babble too, like sepiiiii, that's it. He can't even chew gum, Mah. One day he was sok-soak snacking on gum. He tried to blow it, but it didn't work and it was even ketelen. His face was red from panic fear of chewing gum on his stomach. He took laxatives so that the candy could come out. Fucked it up Kinan.” Kala smiled anxiously at himself remembering the incident, but then slightly daydreamed, imagining the figure of Kinanti.

“Yaa, on the bright side he can cook, the cooking is quite good. Hoby has a great breakfast with bread. Her favorite strawberry jam. Asem yes, Mah.” Until this sentence Kala turned to Bertha who listened to the true chatter.

“Mamah, why do you think about Kinan?” only this time was Kala aware of what he was doing.

“Ya, just curious. Mom wants to know, who made you become like gini.” Bertha rubbed her son's head fondly.

“Mau dong, Mommy see the photo.” Bertha's curiosity is growing.

“Do not. Not good to see, not beautiful.” Kala.

“Yes is okay. You want to know, who knows when you meet on the road. Kan Mamah can nyapa; ‘eehh, the theme Kala ya?’ gitu Kal.” Bertha set an example.

Kala did not chim in, just smiled while pulling out his phone. He searches for his photo with Kinanti while on the rooftop.

“Nih. Her expression is like gini.” Kala showed a photo of Kinanti who expressed as he had just exemplified.

“Hahaha... Unichowo. Anything else?” Bertha addictive.

“This.” Kala shows a photo of Kinanti while studying. Also a picture of the two of them laughing cheerfully.

“Beauty,” comments Bertha.

“Akh, Mamah's eyes are myopic. I'm akh, Kala wants to take a shower.” Kala chose to move. He did not want more and more of what he told me about Kinanti.

“Hey, not finished yet!” call Bertha to tease the son.

“Udah, no stories. Kinanti ngebosenin. The victory is the same book. Come on, Kala wants to take a shower.”

“Dih, tumben bath,” led Bertha.

Kala simply laughed as she waved her hand at Bertha for a while before she climbed the stairs towards her room.

“Kinanti, beautiful name. Thank you, son,” muttered Bertha while imagining a figure that changed her son a lot. Errata, restore the figure of his son.

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In his room Kinanti was still doing essay duties. He made a concept essay that must be collected for the selection of scholarship recipients. One idea began to gather and he began to passionately pour his idea.

"Okey, only the reference is added. It makes a brief exposure to the same case example. Done it." Kinanti muttered to herself with her paper and ballpoint.

"Dad's son is busy, right?" Lukman asked curiously. He accidentally came to Kinanti's room because he had not seen his daughter study for a long time.

"Daddy didn't bother you?" Hesitating Lukman into Kinanti's room.

"No dong. Precisely Kinan happy Dad here. You need a discussion with me."

"What discussion is it with Dad? About today's lessons, I don't understand much. Father's time the lessons aren't as difficult now. Moreover, I'm just a graduate school in the area." Lukman sits in front of Kinanti's bed.

"It has nothing to do with school materials. But the relationship is the same for Kinan's future."

"Oh yeah? What can I help you with?"

Kinanti took out an envelope from inside her bag and pointed the contents of the envelope at Lukman.

"Dad inget right time Kinan sent a voice note and said dapet scholarship offer from the foundation?"

"Ingett. Why why?"

"So gini Yah, for the foundation scholarship test Kinan is asked to make an essay or article that is in accordance with the education department that Kinan will take. Three essays were requested for three different majors. Kinan wanted to make all three but after thinking about Kinan made one essay but the maximum compared to making a lot but less the maximum."

"Based on today's experience, Kinan is increasingly convinced to make essays or medical articles with material about cancer. What do you think Dad?" Kinanti was so earnest that Lukman was stunned to hear Kinanti's words.

"Want to be a doctor?" Lukman asked with an unknown feeling. Between happy, sad and haru.

"Yes Dad, it's Kinan's decision right now." Kinanti answered with confidence.

lukman smiled. For a moment he was speechless. He just looked at the Kinanti closely.

"Where do you think Dad is?" The impatient one, repeated the question.

"Why would Kinan want to be a doctor?" lukman's voice sounded dull.

"Kinan wants to be able to help a lot of people. See the patient waiting to be examined. Kinan read in online articles, one of the reasons is because the number of doctors that have not been much, especially certain specialist doctors. One doctor can practice in many hospitals."

"Darling, isn't Dad how hectic? The patient needs quick help. Some of them may not be able to wait too long. Yes who knows, with Kinan being part of that medical team, Kinan can help a lot of people in need. What do you think Dad?"

Instead of answering, Lukman instead chose to embrace his daughter. If he did not remember that he could not show his feelings, he might have cried a lot in front of Kinanti. But he still tried to hold back.

"Kinan's intentions are very sincere, Father is proud and supports Kinan's choice." That is what Lukman said. He broke his embrace from Kinanti then patted Kinanti on the shoulder with pride.

"Did you support Kinan's choice?" Kinanti's eyes were round excitedly.

"Yes." Yeah." Lukman nodded with certainty.

"Thank You Dad." Kinanti looked so enthusiastic.

"Dad should be grateful because Kinan was so mature in thinking. I'm proud of Kinan." Lukman kissed Kinanti's head in love.

Kinanti smiled in relief, she hugged Lukman lovingly.

"But Dad, Kinan still needs Dad's help." Kinti recalled her intentions.

"Okey, what can I do for you?"

"Em, gini Dad, Kinan did not take material about cancer, can I not help Kinan to communicate with Seno? Kinan needs to share his experience with Seno."

Lukman smiled slightly, he understood his daughter's intentions.

"Om Seno was required to rest a lot by the doctor, it does not seem possible if Kinan just happened to him. Let me answer Kinan's question, because I know exactly what Om Seno has been going through. How's it?"

"Good idea Dad. If so, Kinan interviews Dad yes. By now? Or is Dad tired?" Kinanti was so excited to make Lukman cry in his heart.

Lukman just nodded in agreement with Kinanti's invitation. Let's just say he was confiding in his daughter, telling everything as if Seno's experience, even though he himself experienced.

The interview begins. Kinanti asked the question and Lukman faithfully replied as if he understood the feelings and conditions Lukman felt the most.

Lukman often hears Kinanti say, "Kasian om Seno," with his eyes glazed over. Lukman's heart is broken. If Kinanti knew that what was told was her father's experience, would she be able to continue her question?

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