A Unique Path Become CRAZY RICH's
6. Manipulating BPOM

My eyes were closed, the doctor put a pen near my nose. I know this test. It's a sense of smell test.

The doctor will ask what smell is smelled from the pen that is close to the patient's nose, and the patient must guess.

Either wrong or right but I smell a mixture of many flavors. Kiwi fruit, chocolate, and frozen chocolate.

"Guess what."

"Emm. chocolate, frozen chocolate, and kiwi. Gulp-"

The doctor stuffed my mouth with chocolate and kiwi, apparently my guess was correct.

The doctor looked confused. He leaned his shoulders against the wall and stared at the roof.

"How could you kiss her?. I put it at the end of the room. Behind this iron hood!." Said the doctor.

"Well, I think it's a blessing from the accident. Can I go home now, doctor?." My toot.

"Before you go Mr. Hasan, let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Harold Van Damascus. I'm here to research infectious diseases for which there is no cure. I happen to be good friends with Melinda, and we happen to meet today. According to my examination results, Mr. Hasan experienced a remarkable olfactory sharpening. You can distinguish the scent better than anyone I have ever met. My nose is like a hunting dog. That's my conclusion today."

"Is there a chance that I might catch a disease from smelling too much of the doctor's scent?."

"Most likely not there because I did not find any peculiarities let alone complications after the accident."

The examination ended, I found Melinda's mother in a hallway that looks like a hospital hallway.

"What's he saying?."

"Said the doctor I'm fine. No abnormalities, no complications, my smell just increased."

Melinda took a deep breath. And then drove me back to the garden.

"What about your wound?, does it still hurt?."

"Not anymore, you don't have to worry about it."

"Yes, I stay yes."

The farmers were eating yellow rice. Said a friendly farmer, every morning there is a philanthropist who distributed yellow rice to the farmers.

I also got yellow rice. Before eating I kissed first, who knows there is a lizard in it, fortunately there is no.

"I'm too much about this."

I ate quietly in a place far away from the other farmers.

When I finished I felt the call of the soul to the fruit market. So I rushed there after work. This fruit market is open from dawn until midnight. This habit begins when there are buyers who come every midnight.

It's 8 p.m. I entered the fruit market with potluck money but carried a noble mission. Seen some traders were fighting mouth, others were wrapping fruit, others were just sleeping sleep and did not want to clean the surrounding environment. To be honest I was confused as to why this slum market was always crowded with buyers. People will definitely think this place is used as a place for illegal goods transactions.

Let's forget that for a moment because my goal here is to find rotten fruits so that the incident the other day does not happen again.

"Mom, how much is this?."

I started from the seller's mother who was often angry with other sellers. I don't have a grudge against him, but a guy like him should be taught a little lesson. 

"There's no buyer I can scare the kid."

"I bought this watermelon, this, and this, but cut it in half yeah."

"Yes, just a minute."

These sellers smile at customers but are rude to other traders. Moreover, the fruit he was selling gave off a strange aroma.

The seller also seems to be aware of the peculiarities of the fruit.

I pretended to be stupid to heat things up.

"They're sticky?, smell again!."

"Tu-wait a minute mas, I think the fruit is stale!."

"Where is the stale fruit!. This fruit has its formalin, I'm sure of it!. I'll call BPOM now."

This incident must have been a good wind for this mother's rival. They don't know I've come to attack them all.

The mother seller was silent and resigned. This is the kind of attitude I expect from him.

BPOM came immediately that day, about 2 hours after I called. This rapid handling is the effect of many reports of problematic food products. One of them that was not reported was apple pie with fruit worms the other day. My friend decided not to report it because the bakery gave compensation of 3x.

BPOM checked the watermelon I found. With the permission of BPOM members I split another watermelon, everyone was shocked. Much of the watermelon's flesh was wrapped in snot.

The color on the inner side of the watermelon fruit looks pale and tends to be different from watermelon in general. It is suspected that the watermelon contains dangerous preservatives such as formalin.

"If seen, the indication contains harmful preservatives such as formaldehyde or may contain microbes. The red color is also uneven this is also an indication there is a dye." said BPOM members.

The seller's mother explained that she bought the fruit from the supplier. But the mother could not prove his words. He was warned by BPOM.

"If we receive another report from mother. So we had to take my mother to the police station."

"Yes, I'm sorry sir."

She was crying, making me feel a little guilty. But at the same time I am satisfied with this blessing.

Next is to direct BPOM members to check all traders.

"Excuse me sir, I'm the one who reported this mother. Can you accompany me to check the merchandise of other sellers?." My toot.

"Who is this?."

It's time for acting, Show Time!.

"I'm a fruit expert. Although I do not have a certificate I have the ability to smell the aroma of formalized fruit. Besides that I can also smell other scents mixed in the fruit." 

"I've never heard of any fruit expert other than in BPOM. Yes, please help, sir...?"

"Gethead."

We also began combing from the entrance of the left market, where the establishment of the Arya mas stall.

"Did this man come for revenge the other day...?. Don't he know I was on purpose."

That's what Kira hearts content mas Arya when he saw carrying members of BPOM. My guess would be 100 percent correct if any of the fruit were rotten.

"If you want to check my fruits, just check them one by one. I assure you there are no formalised fruits like the ones Lala ma'am sells." Mas Arya.

"Let me take care of it sir. You can trust me completely."

I bring my nose closer to the fruit that is lined up. This merchant is pretty sneaky. He knew which fruit was rotten and put it on the back. Unlike the seller's mother there who is plain and origin of sale. Mas Arya seemed to be unable to be tricked by the rogue supplier.

"This is what Arya mas?. This watermelon has something, right?." I said with a smile that only she could see.

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