Young Physician From the Village
CHAPTER 24
Radit and Doni arrive at Pak Lurah's house and are greeted warmly by Kumala and Fitri, and Rahma appears there.
"Where are you guys, all right.."
Doni started the conversation with a garland mode on.
"Well, just a pegel pegel anyway, yesterday was locked up can not fall quietly hehehe...."
Kumala replied.
"Mas Radit, said mbak Kumala his demon burned mas Radit use ruqyah prayer ya, the feeling of mas Radit never mondok deh, kok can..."
Ask Rahma who joined the stand on the terrace.
"Oohh, that's.iyaa.I learned the same adek.he's a mole"
Radit answered nervously while scratching his head, and the others were just giggling.
"Don, can ask for help again ga, anterin to a big market again, want to buy something"
Pinta Kumala with a slightly spoiled voice.
Ciieeeee......
Fitri has also returned to ignorant mode, meaning they are really fine.
"Whoaat canaa..! What would you do for Kumala"
Now Doni's fashion has gone up a level. Radit just stroked his chest while privileging to see the behavior of his best friend.
"Most me than sing mbok tell me to borrow Lek Pardi's car.."
Radit's words were even replied by laughing by Doni. Soon they both went home, of course, stopped by the house Lek Pardi to borrow a car.
"Dit, your crew opo wis ora ngefans karo Rahma tho, usually your eyes you know if you see Rahma"
Said Doni during their trip.
"Ngene Don, Rahma kuwi pancen dazzles, but dekne ki is out of reach, mending backwards from heartache..."
Reply Radit lightly but smartly.
"Heleeeeh, most because of saiki ono Fitri, yoo.. Opo oraaa...."
Raimuu....
They laughed as if they had forgotten about their unemployment.
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"Eh kumall, want to buy what the hell, is just a mode you just want to make Doni walk"
Soul kepo Fitri was out, very unusual Kumala invites street guys. For as long as he knows, the guy who usually beggars begs Kumala to walk.
Adaa.....
Kumala answered and left Fitri with astonishment.
Evening arrived, Radit and Doni came by driving a car Lek Pardi who was still kinclong. Not to forget they borrowed some money to Lek Pardi as a handle, really two young men who could not be expected.
Seen on the porch of Mr. Lurah's house, Kumala waited while justifying her hair ties. Kumala who wears casual clothes with thin makeup ala perfungnya, it looks very natural beauty.
Ciii....
The sound of the car brake suddenly almost hit the fence of Pak Lurah's yard. Doni lost focus when he saw Kumala smilingly welcoming his arrival.
"Mataneee ilhoo, this borrowed car, ati atiii..."
Said Radit while shaking Doni's head. He was just a whimper too.
"Yuk leave, let's go home no kemaleman"
Kumala said while opening the front door, Fitri was immediately sitting on the back bench with Radit.
"Radiit sayaang, thank you yesterday has carried me"
Fitri began ignorant with the tone of speech made, Radit was wrong to answer what.
"I.iyaaa sa.yang.yong..sa..maa..."
Reply Radit stammered. Fitri and the occupants of the front bench laughed out loud, making Radit want to jump out of the car.
"Udah deehh.. y'all just so, it's really fitting this moment, tomorrow you've never met again you know"
This time it was Kumala who turned ignorant.
"Judah we are together, I'm with Radit you are with Doni"
"You guys wait outside, ain't long"
Kumala said when he arrived in front of the biggest clothing store in the market.
"Emang want to buy what the hell, we can't come"
Radit asked curiously.
Dalemaaan.....!!
Answer Fitri briefly and then just go into the store. Raditpun just heard the grin of imagining the daleman.
"But you want to buy what the hell"
Ask Fitri who did not know what Kumala meant.
"I want to buy Doni with Radit jacket, itung itung as a thank you for nolongin us yesterday, all for memento memories"
Reply Kumala while turning the jacket rack in front of her.
"Make Radit, I'm the picky one"
Chirps Fitri while giggling, then choose a jacket in front of him.
"Bak, please wrapped with wrapping paper, separated from each other"
Pinta Kumala to the cashier of the store. After they were paid, they left the store.
"Yuk stopped by to buy a meal the other day, sambalnya mantep there, I'm the treat"
Take Fitri with a pushy tone. They also accepted his request.
"You don't stop by the cafe anymore? All of you here"
Ask Doni on the sidelines waiting for their order to mature.
"Witha Don, let's go home too"
Kumala replied that unconsciously made Doni's heart a bit sad, and read clearly by Fitri who was more experienced with romance.
"Cieeeee.ada who was sad mo was left home..."
Doni nodded slowly as he scratched his head. Kumala actually understood, but she pretended not to know.
"Sorry, please take a picture of us"
When Kumala pulled out a camera, she asked other visitors for help to take a photo of them. Doni and Radit also looked very clumsy during the shooting session.
"I'm taking pictures with Radit dong.."
Fitri kejahilan back to make Radit deg degan, Fitri took Radit's hand to be hooked on his shoulders.
"Now it's your turn, where's the camera"
Fitri snatches the camera from Kumala's hand, then like a master potography director, he tightens up Kumala and Doni's seat, then takes Doni's hand to attach it to Kumala's shoulder. They both look like crabs.
After finishing eating, they also intend to stop by at the photo printing and then immediately go home, afraid to make Mr. Lurah worry again.
"We print the pot, let it be installed in Doni's room, wkwkwk...."
The increasingly ignorant Tempta Fitri. Not up to half an hour postcard size photos have been printed, each 2 sheets.
The four of them got into the car, and will soon return to the village, however....
"Woiiii, good ae arep stop by, kene pay for parking sik...!!"
Shouted a young man who looked very tough while pounding on the car glass beside Kumala.
"Well, here's the parking money..."
Doni got off the steering wheel and approached the young man, took a piece of money and then given to the young man.
"Matanee.. only a thousand, add ten thousand, buy a drink.."
Hardik the sangar youth. Actually a thousand rupiah was more than enough to pay for parking at that time, but it seems the intention of the young man was not asking for parking money, but extortion.
Kreeek....!!!!
"Kowe ngerti ora, along this road, from here to there really belongs to my sober, kowe wis tak kek i money even noisily fuss..."
Doni was provoked as well as his anger from being squeezed, twisting the palm of the young man's hand until he grimaced in pain.
Yes, of course, that path did not belong to Doni's grandfather, he was only improvisational when emotional.
Mangaato kono....!!!!
