FORCED CHEATING
93STALKER AND MAMANG ONDE-ONDE BUILDER

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Ramzi's footsteps rush to the sofi treatment room. His mind was filled with Sofi from waking up until noon when he attended an important meeting with some of his business associates. Ramzi did not heed his father's words to refrain from showing too much concern in front of the sofa.

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The treatment room door opened Ramzi.

The female servant who was guarding Sofi from last night turned her head and stood up quickly when she found out her Master was coming.

“How is it?” Ramzi asked as her eyes fell on Sofi's slumbering face lying on her bed.

“Her temperature's down, sir. But the Madam was still not awake, it seemed like the Madam was exhausted after shedding a lot of blood. Madam keeps delirious unclear from last night.” The waiter told Ramzi.

Ramzi approached the bed, the more clingy the face of Sofi's pale.

“You come home, I've asked a waiter to replace you.” Ramzi said without looking.

“Good, Mr.” The servant simply nodded obediently.

As the waiter left, Ramzi sat down on the chair. Gently touched the back of Sofi's hand that felt cold.

Sofi moved her head slowly as her mouth muttered indistinctly repeatedly.

“Sofi ..” Ramzi holding Sofi's hand.

Sofi did not reply, her eyes were still closed and her mouth muttered like delirium. Ramzi felt worried and immediately took a massage on the emergency button. A nurse came in to see Sofi.

“Suster, she keeps delirious. What happened to him?” Ramzi asked with concern.

“This happened because the patient had just lost his fetus, sir. He is slightly impaired in his brain function because he has not been able to accept the new thing just experienced.” Bright nurse.

“Means she got depression?” Ramzi.

“Not that bad, sir. This disorder is called delium, and will soon disappear within a few days as the patient recovers.”

Ramzi digested the words of the sisters in front of him.

“What doctor Wirawan there?” Ask Ramzi then.

“There's in his room.”

Without saying anything else Ramzi went straight out and went to the Wirawan doctor's room which was located a little far from Sofi's room.  He must immediately ask the doctor to explain what happened to Sofi because he did not want anything serious to happen to his wife.

Ramzi turned past the poly orthopedic practice room, and without realizing it there was a pair of eyes that looked at him with a very serious view even followed him into the room doctor Wirawan.

Doctor Wirawan was a little surprised to get a visit from Ramzi. Lucky the practice time was just over because it entered lunch time.

“I'm sorry to bother you, doctor.” Ramzi sat down without waiting. “I want to know what happened to my wife? Why does he keep delirious like a depressed person?” Ramzi asked directly at the problem.

The middle-aged obstetrician took off his glasses and leaned his back against the soft back of his chair.

“Master Ram, you don't have to worry too much. Your wife will be fine and will recover soon in the next few days.” The doctor said in a relaxed tone.

“But why is he like that?” Pursue Ramzi is not satisfied.

The doctor breathed before starting his sentence.

“From the beginning I have said that this action will be a little risky because your wife's content is over 12 weeks, plus she has syndrome.”

“But you said it yourself can handle all that.” Cut Ramzi fast.

The doctor nodded slowly. “Therefore you need not worry, Sir. The condition your wife is experiencing is called delium. The condition of such patients may occur due to the use of drugs and congenital diseases suffered. And your wife has both.” Obviously doctor Wirawan.

“But you also said that the medicine my wife consumed was safe.” Ramzi still does not want to take it for granted with the explanation of the doctor because of his excessive concern.

“Betul, Sir. The medicine works very slowly, right? If I use any type of hard drugs, surely your wife has already experienced bleeding on the first day after taking the drug.”

Ramzi seemed to think. Although he himself wants the loss of Sofi's fetus, but he really will not forgive himself if something serious happens to Sofi.

“Some time after we took action last night, your wife had realized if she had just lost her fetus, and it made her hysterical until we were forced to give her a sedative injection.” The doctor told Ramzi to pay attention again.

“What is he stressed?”

“It is natural, Sir. Keep damping him and provide motivation, slowly his condition will gradually recover.”

Ramzi came out of the doctor's room after getting all the explanations about Sofi's condition. Now in his mind he must be able to make Sofi like before or he will regret.

Ramzi stepped into Sofi's treatment room with a pair of eyes waiting for him from outside and of course followed Ramzi again.

Ramzi arrived in front of the treatment room almost simultaneously with a female servant who had come to replace the previous female servant.

“Tuan.” Greet the lady's maid.

“Come in, accompany him and tell me whatever happens to him.” Ramzi said to the waiter and he himself stopped coming in.

Ramzi turning his steps made the owner of the pair of eyes that she was scouting hurriedly hide himself behind the pillars of a nearby hospital.

Ramzi headed for the parking lot, and the waiter went into the treatment room. After the safe situation, the scout went to Sofi's room.

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“Za, where are we going?” Ask Om Jaka as soon as they both get out of the motorcycle dealership after finishing getting the one unit of motorcycle Mirza wants.

“Search onde-onde mini perfect round whose sesame count is odd.” Mirza said without turning her head and continued walking towards Om Jaka's car.

“What?” Om Jaka was shocked to interfere in wonder.

“Shock right, Om?” Mirza asked to stop her steps. “That's a request for pregnant women, and I can't go home before I get an order Via it.”

Om Jaka nyengir's.

“Gue until touched to hear your wife's request.” Kekeh Om Jaka's. "His true intention is he knows you?”

“No need to suck, Om.” Mirza walked up again and opened the car door as soon as she reached the parking lot.

“Sini, I'll take the car.” Om Jaka takes the car keys out of Mirza's hands. “Let you can be free middle-look find the onde-onde mini handyman who ... which what was earlier ..?” Tanya Om Jaka recalled Mirza's previous sentence.

“Tau ah!” Ketus Mirza while walking around towards the side of the car to the passenger seat.

Om Jaka's car drove slowly. Mirza is serious about her phone.

“Eh, why even toy hp anyway lu?” Spray Om Jaka. “This is where we find the onde-onde handyman?”

“Bent in. I again pesen chicken geprek use good, if nunguin I must be long, kasian Via has not eaten from morning.” Mirza without switching from her phone screen.

“Enak also live in the city? Try if you are still in the village, at best you tell the Udin to make a chicken geprek nyariin, hehe...”.

Mirza Cuek did not respond to Om Jaka. After she finished ordering the chicken, Mirza threw her gaze out the window.

‘“Om, we are into the morning market. I think there is a cake seller deh.” Mirza.

“But it's noon, Za? Morning market instead of opening early morning doang huh?”

“Hadeh, that's just the name Om!” Mirza keki's. “Papetan puter back! We go to the market in the morning now and Om don't have much to ask, just follow what I said!” Mirza's orders.

“Sabar dong, this is one way! Play rushya aja, bini you who crav kok me who so bothered anyway?” Om jaka sebel also because Mirza ngomel.

“Ye, that would be Om Jaka's grandson too.”

“Wah! Will I have a grandnephew? Wow, I'm old dong?” Oceh Om Jaka's. “Gue will be called Engkong dong yes, haduh..cool not very.”.

Om Jaka continued to talk even though Mirza had warned him, while Mirza focused on the ranks of shops and merchants he passed.

“Stop, Om!” Mirza cried when passing a cake shop and immediately Om Jaka keget immediately stepped on the brake pedal.

“That there was a cake shop, Om. Pocket puters back!”

“Yes, pan earlier I said this one way, Bambang!” Kesal Om Jaka's. “Udah, you're aja cepetan down sono! I'm waiting here!”

Finally Mirza came down and walked to the cake shop she had seen. But not long after he came back.

“There's onde-onde?” Ask Om Jaka.

“Nevent, it's just the sale of bread with bolu.” Mirza with the look of lemes.

“Yes yes, Kardun! Onde-onde is usually in a street vendor five.”

“Udah ah, spout the road again!” Mirza's orders.

After almost half an hour they commute from the morning market to the afternoon market, Mirza just remembered something. He immediately took his phone.

“Hello, Ri. Do you know where to sell onde-onde?” Mirza asked Riri.

“Hah? Onde-onde, make what?” Riri turned back to nanya.

“Create your Mbak, he again cravings pingin onde-onde.”

“Yeah, why didn't you tell me from yesterday? Do you think I can make it?”

“He wants it now, Ri. It's a mini mauna, perfectly round and the amount of sesame is odd.” Mirza's light immediately made Riri look up to hear it.

“Aduh, for what sake are you really loyal Mas nyariin it's onde-onde like so shape?" Riri said still while chuckling.

“Udah deh, no need to fuss. Do you know where the seller is selling? You will often go back and forth to the city, who knows have ever seen the mamang onde-onde.”

“Where Yes .. “

Riri tried to remember on the other side, Mirza waited patiently, while Om jaka continued to drive his car slowly while occasionally looking right left.

“O yes! Try in the park near the intersection of the hero's monument Mas!” Cetus Riri finally.

“Tugu hero?” Mirza asked unsure.

“Iya, which before the bridge direction want to go to the Regent's office you know Mas.”

“Oh, yes ... yes .. tau.” Mirza was happy to get a hint from Riri. “Still yes, Ri.”

“OK, equally. Greetings to Ma'am Via, Mas.”

“Ready!”

CLICK IT!

“Ayok Om we kemon to it!” Mirza.

“Where to?” Om Jaka was astonished because from earlier not heard Mirza chat, he was busy looking right left along look for the onde-onde handyman.

“Straight, red light front turn right.” Mirza gave instructions.

Om Jaka was manut and immediately tancap gas. Before long they arrived at a city park near the intersection of the hero monument that Riri meant. Om Jaka pulls his car under an acacia tree. The two of them got out of the car and immediately swept away all the salesmen who were there.

On the outskirts of the shady and beautiful city park was seen lined with carts of several food and beverage vendors. Starting from the ice cendol cart, ice dawet, mixed ice, ice cincau mix cendol dawet, meatballs, siomay batogor, cilok, mpek-mpek, and ….. Tada……!! Onde-onde sales carts are also lined up sweet there.

“That's it, Om!” Excited Mirza with lope-lope eyes saw a cart that read “molen, piscok, lumpia & onde-onde.”

“Wah, yes!” Om Jaka was happy.

 Without thinking long they both immediately approached the wagon mamang seller. And it turns out that luck is indeed on the side of Mirza, all the cakes sold there are indeed mini alias small exactly according to the wishes of Via.

“Mang, I am onde-one nyari whose sesame amount is odd. Exist, Mang?” Mirza said to the seller.

The mamang seller who is again grinding mini mole dough is ready to gawk in shock to hear the question of the strange buyer.

“Means Mas?” Her mother asked confused.

Mirza then explained the desire of Via who again craved, not to forget also he said his struggle to find the onde-onde that wanted Via so that the mamang kasian to him.

“Mamang can calculate the amount of sesame, right? I'm really asking for help, Mang. I pay, whatever.” Mirza pleaded.

Mamang smiled widely.

“Ngapain use bother counting, Mas? I made it again, right? I still have the dough.”

Just contact the words of the mamang make Mirza more lope-lope.

“Truly, Mang?” Mirza happy.

“Iya.” Mamang took out an onde-onde dough container from a small cupboard at the bottom of his wagon.  "This, there's still.” Mamang.

“Waaah, yes really! If so make it up, Mang. Should be perfectly round and should be odd sesamenya.” Mirza.

“Ready!”

While Mirza was overjoyed, Om Jaka plucked the still-warm mini spring rolls and ate them.

Kriyuk .. kriyuk….

Om Jaka funky chew spring rolls, then replace on piscok and mole.

“Sori, I'm laper, Za. Hehe...” Om Jaka even grinned when Mirza glared at him who was as good as udel to pluck the cakes from his cart.

“How can you, Mas? Ask the seller while showing the onde-onde results made. “This sesame there is 5, this one there is 7, this one is 9, this one is 11 ..”

“Yes yes, that's right, Mang!” Mirza said with excitement. "Sip, make a lot more, Mang. If you need to spend all that dough.”

“Siap, Mas.” Mamang was getting excited.

Mirza smiled satisfied to see the work of the mamang onde-onde.

Relieved now his heart because it can fulfill the request of his beloved wife. But it turned out that his excitement did not last long because his phone rang and the screen showed his name and his mother's face plastered there.

“Mother phone, Om.” Mirza showed her phone to Om Jaka

“Ya already, lift aja.” Said Om Jaka casually still with his preoccupation berkriyuk-kriyuk ria.

Mirza hesitantly answered her mother's phone call.

“Assalamualaikum, Mom..”

“Mirza! Where are you now? What the fuck did you tell Udin to take the car with your motorcycle to bring it to mom's house? And the key to this house why do you love mom too? Do you really want to go and leave mom? You think your actions are right? You disappointed me, Mirza. Mom is very disappointed!” Cerocos Bu Een from across without giving Mirza a chance to explain his point.

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