Dr. Aziziah

Dr. Aziziah
POKCOYS


Chapter 35


After lunch with Cicilia and pamper her by inviting her shopping.. Devan decided to go home... Cicilia who continues to whine and feel jealous of Azizah who bought a car makes her forced to obey Cicilia's wishes...


" Well, this hour has come home.. Are there any more problems in the office..??" Ask Farish who was sitting at the gate with Mr. Yanto.. Mr. Darso and Mr. Dadang.. They were coffee together.. Activities that are rarely done...


" No, pa..!" Devan replied after parking his car and joining them..


" Why is papa here..??!" Ask Devan..


" Yes, papa is talking.. Papa asked Azizah's hometown to Mr. Darso and Mr. Dadang who said at that time his house had taken Azizah's family..


" Oh..!" Devan replied with a smile to the workers..


" Mr. Darso.. Please put this in Azizah's car.." Said Devan while giving Azizah's car number plate..


Mr. Darso accepted.. " Good Mr. Dev.. I'll install it..!" Answer mr. Darso..


" Yes already.. Devan comes in first.." Said Devan who then passed away papa and the workers..


Farish soon entered the house.. There Devan was sitting and conversing with oma.. Devan told me that Azizah's car letter was ready..


Devan's phone is ringing.. Incoming call from Deni sir.. Troubled shop manager.. Devan immediately raised him..


("Good Afternoon Mr. Devan!) Said Mr. Deni from behind the phone..


("afternoon.. What's wrong Deni..")


(" I'd like to say sir if the police have managed to arrest Mr. Bondan.. Now he's at the police station.!").


(" Okay.. Thanks for the information I'll be there soon..")


(" Same with sir.!")


Devan immediately shut down his phone..


" What's the matter Devan..??" Ask oma..


" Bondan sir has been arrested by oma.. Now it's at the police station...


" Let's go over there..!" Farish...


Devan looks to be nodding..


" Devan and Farish went to the police station first.o..!" Devan..


" Yes the heart.. If it can be completed well.. It's finished.. Do not use force..!" Oma messages..


Devan and Farish just nodded then they parted after kissing the back of oma's hand..


Arrive at the police station.. Devan went straight to see Mr. Bondan.. And it turns out there is also already Deni sir.. Mr. Bondan who saw Devan's arrival also looked frightened..


" Basic less aj*r...!!!" Said Devan who immediately hit Bondan sir..


" It's Devan.. Stop it..!! Farish said.. " Remember the message oma..!" Farish said remembering..


" I'm sorry, Mr. Devan.. I'm Hilaf..!!" Said Mr. Bondan..


" I don't want to know.. You have to change the store.. If no.. I will imprison you..!!" Devan said..


" But sir.. I want time..!!"


" How long do you want to ask for..??" Ask Dev again..


" About 1 month sir..!" Answer Mr. Bondan while looking down..


" Can't..!! I give it 1 week.. If more than I give.. Then you're ready to sleep here..!!"


" But where should my sir find the money..??"


" That's your business.. You're so good at using store money to have fun.. While you do not think about the fate of other employees.. They're not payday.. While they have to finance his life and also his family..!" Devan kessal..


Mr. Bondan looks down..


" All right sir.. I will try to return the shop money as soon as possible..!!"


" Good..!! Answer Devan..


They also end up doing the agreement in front of the police and will solve the problem in a family..


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By magrib.. Devan and Farish have arrived home.. They then bathe and will perform the congregational magrib prayer..


Azizah who is still coming the moon also made dinner with mba Neni..


Finish praying magrib.. Omas.. Devan and Farish head to the dinner table..


Mba Neni and Bik Sari also helped prepare dinner made by Azizah..



The menu tonight is broccoli..


Devan whose emotions drained all day was seen rumbling looking at the menu at the dining table...


" Tumben makes Sari cook broccoli..!" Devan..


" I'm sorry Mr. Dev.. I'm not the cook but Azizah mba..!" Answer bik Sari..


" Oh So the doctor's mom cooked..??" Devan said while glancing at Azizah...


Azizah then got up and gave a portion of the menu to Devan...



" This is a special menu for you Dev sir..! " Say Azizah..


Devan looks glared at the menu given by Azizah..


" Why did you give me grass.. Aq don't like..!!" Answer Dev..


" That's not Grass Mr. Dev.. That's pokcoy.. The one who eats grass is a goat.. I'm tired of cooking just to eat goats..!" Answer Azizah..


" Yes, I know it's pokcoy.. But I don't like it..!" Answer Dev..


" You just know it's pokcoy.. But you don't know the benefits.. Pokcoy can lower blood pressure and reduce the risk of heart disease.. Suitable for the arrogant.. But if you don't want to.. Let Farish eat..!" Azizah..


Devan was silent.. " Azizah's cuisine is always good.." Inner Devan.. Farish looked at Devan...


" Would you or not..??? If you don't want to.. Here let papa eat..!" Farish..


Devan was silent..


" A age.. It's the first time I've eaten a pokcoy.. If anything happens to me you're responsible..!" Said Devan to Azizah who then hit the menu..


Everyone looked at Devan.. Only Azizah looks cuex...


As he suspected.. The menu made by Azizah tastes very good.. " It's good that papa doesn't eat.." Dev said in his heart..


Devan kicked the menu out..


Oma and Farish just look at Devan..


" How about Mr. Dev.. Is the grass delicious..??" Azizah asked with a smile..


" Yayaya's.. Aq admit the grass is good after you exercise with your hands..!"


" Thank you Dev.. I'm admitting..!"


" No need for GR..!" Devan..


" If you want.. You can also eat that broccoli Mr. Dev.. Because broccoli can prevent wrinkles.. You always want to look good, right..? Don't get your wrinkles before their time.. !" Azizah Say Relax..


Heard Azizah's words.. Devan is also eager to chop broccoli.. But her stomach felt full.. He is very much looking after his ideal body..


" I'm full.. But I want you to make a broccoli menu tomorrow for me..!" Devan..


" Why my job is to become a chef as well..!" Answer Azizah protest..


" Just calm down.. There will be a special gift for you..!" Devan said, who then passed away, the dining table..


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