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Doctor's certificate

Sharmila POV.

I went back to class. Ana's mother was explaining the importance of inter-religious tolerance.

Thank goodness I'm not too late.

I sat next to Jihan. "Are you scolded by BP's teacher?" Jihan whispering.

"Yes. Sure oes. After school I have to get a doctor. Will you accompany me?"

"It seems like today I can't. I have a lot of ironing and I have to work on it today. You know I'm late for the monthly payment?"

"Yes already. I'll go alone."

"Why behind the noise? Sharmila, Jihan!"

I bowed

The students in the class looked at me and Jihan.

"You can get out if you can't keep your cool in class."

"Can Ma." We both said.

I stepped on Jihan's feet so much that we got Ms. Ana's reprimand.

Jihan also stomped my feet back.

Then we looked and after that we were both silent. Until the break bell rings.

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I went straight to the hospital with an angkot from my money selling newspapers.

Where I haven't eaten, my stomach is hungry. But I have to get this hatr's letter as well. Or tomorrow I'll be considered to have lied by BP's teachers.

I didn't visit my parents at the police station.

I arrived in front of the hospital after an hour of public transportation.

And I saw that the doctor who treated me yesterday was parked next to a white Fortuner.

"Doctor!" I ran while screaming a little.

The young doctor turned his head and looked for the voice that had just called out to him.

"Good day doctor!" I'm still panting.

"Yes.good afternoon..." The doctor looked at me confused.

"Doctors remember me, right?"

I may remember a lot of my patients.

"Eehhmm who is it?"

"I am a patient doctor."

"Oooo..past?" The doctor nodded.

"I came here with you...Mr. Regan."

After being called Mr. Regan's name, the young doctor remembered me.

I smile.

"Yes yes, you are with Mr. Regan." The doctor looked at my uniform.

"Doctors remember me now?" The young doctor nodded.

"I didn't go to school for two weeks. I forgot to ask for a letter from the doctor. Can I get a letter from the doctor?"

"alright. Tomorrow I'll get you a letter."

"But my doctor has to bring the letter in the morning. If not then I will be expelled from school for lying."

I pleaded with the doctor. My face was dull, sweaty and must have smelled a lot. And this gray uniform, it makes me look like a childish snot.

Maybe the doctor will grant my request. Who am I. The snot kid in the gray uniform asked for a letter today.

How is this

"My work hours are over. How about tomorrow." The doctor ripped the car. And the car lights are on.

"Doctor, my future is in the doctor's hands today....."

But the doctor didn't seem to care about me.

"Doctor Rehan!" Someone called out the name of the doctor who was currently in front of me.

The doctor looked up and shook his hand. I just kept looking in a different direction. I don't know until I get home empty-handed.

"Sik..let me make the letter."

Whahuh?

At last....

I turned to the doctor and it turned out that Mr. Regan was with Doctor Rehan.

Oooo So because there's Mr. Regan, the doctor's finally willing to be kind to me.

Thank God, you always bring me good luck. Mr. Regan.

Why do I wish Mr Regan would see me and greet me? I thought, what can I be proud of, so that people will be attracted to me and at home to see me.

My face is mediocre, pretty no, ugly no, I'm a little sweet, hehe....

I am comforting myself.

The gray uniform, it reminds me that I'm still snot. In a sense I'm still a kid, or a big new kid.

My face is very greasy and my clothes are scuffed as a result of crammed in the angkot. And it smells.I'm gonna throw up myself.

hueeekkkk

Better he don't see me.

Don't look at me.

"Please sit. Wait here. I'll make it a minute." Very amicable. Not like it was at the parking lot.

"Thank you doctor." I quickly put it in my school bag.

I got down and quickly took a thousand steps lest Mr. Regan see me in my chaotic state.

I looked to the right and to the left. There is no other way but to go through the parking lot. Then I quickly crossed over when I saw that Mr. Regan was nowhere to stand.

I swung one of my legs and when the other leg was about to swing suddenly someone pulled my hand.

I'm stopping. My heart was pounding and my heart was becoming abnormal. The cracks are irregular.

Deg

deg

deg.

"Sharmila's. Hi we'll see you again."

"Eh.. ummm yeah."

Ouchhh. I really didn't expect to meet under these circumstances.

"How are you. And a gray uniform. You're probably 12th grade?"

His guess did not miss.

"Eh yes. Mr. Regan is right. I'm in 12th grade."

"Then I saw you selling newspapers at red lights."

"Yes you're right. I sell newspapers before I go to school."

"Have you eaten yet?" Ask Mr. Regan.

"No sir.I've already..."

Krucukkkkkkk

I'm honest about the stomach.

"Yes already. We're eating now. Get in my car."Mr. Regan said as he opened the door for me.

I can't refuse it. Looks like Mr. Regan heard my stomach just now.

I'm downcast embarrassed.

"Let's go in! Just shut up."

I finally got in and ouufff my clothes stink of sweat.

"Wear the seatbelt."

"If you can't let me put it on."

"Ohhh no!" My hands are raised and why am I so expressive? I'm not usually like this.

I don't want him to get close to me. I'm not very confident right now.

"Well if you can do it yourself."

Then I tried to install the seatbelt over and over again and I was finally able to install it.

I beg God not to show this stupidity of yours in front of Prince Regan.

Sadly, even though I ride in a luxury car I still feel uncomfortable.

Even though people say comfortable so the price is very expensive.

But why am I uncomfortable why?

For me riding angkot more comfortable and downstream once the wind directly Mak nyus without AC.

Ohhh I know this is a village man. So used to walk with a distance of many meters and if forced then we will ride the angkot which must be jostling and it is comfortable in my opinion.

I was so stiff, not as usual.

"Let's get down. We'll eat here."

Japanese Restaurant!

Woowww

I've never seen such a fancy restaurant. Must be expensive food.