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Stethoscope 39, Searching
Lili's death did not cause much grief to Hari. He's back to finding new victims. This time the next door neighbor moved in. His name was Wulan, he was still young around thirty years old. According to local residents, he worked as a secretary in a foreign company. Often alone in the house she rents because her husband is a foreigner who is rarely in Indonesia.
Wulan left for work at about six in the morning and returned home at about seven in the evening. From Monday to Friday. Weekends are usually spent at home.
The housing complex inhabited by Hari can be said to be a new complex, not many neighbors because it is still in the development stage. Most are also the husbands and wives of office workers who have no children. It became not much to gather, occasionally greeting each other if going to go on the move only.
Hari always had the sense that she be seen by Wulan and try to get acquainted further. It has been increasingly today Hari launched his action without suspicion by anyone.
Like this morning, about six and a half hours later had watered the plants and tidied up the pots that were located irregular.
Wulan smiled back at him like yesterday. The two have not talked much, just a short acquaintance because usually Wulan will rush if you want to go to work.
Indeed the fate of Hari included often lucky, this morning Wulan's car can not be on fire. Day-style pretentious hero of misfortune, he immediately offers help. As it could not be fixed by him, Hari quickly contacted his subscription workshop.
Melati is not at home because she can gift a walk from the sale of skin care that she markets. I'll be home tomorrow afternoon.
"I ordered a taxi, Mr Hari why did I drop the car to be repaired as a mechanic?" ask Wulan.
"Pontir my subscription, trusted the person. But he can only come here around ten in the morning. Give the key to me, later I report to Ms. Wulan, ask for HP number only, make us communication" said Hari.
Wulan gave her HP number without a second thought.
"Don't call Mom. Call me Wulan, I'm younger than you" Wulan said.
"Don't call me Father either .. Call aja Abang, all residents here also call him Abang kok" said Hari with a bright face.
"okay.. I want to order a taxi first to go to work" said Wulan.
"Where are you going? Who knows, I just happen to want the shops I have. Understand the men occasionally we must not let the work be right" said Hari.
"I want to go to Pondok Indah area.. Are you going that way too?" ask Wulan.
"It just so happens that I want to go to Pondok Indah Mall, there was a meeting first this morning, then there will be no shop" continued Hari.
Because it was bad luck and suddenly it rained, Wulan finally received an offer from Hari.
Ask for five minutes to change clothes.
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Once the time off, without delay, Barra went straight to Solo, the goal was to find the family of Mr. Dasuki to give up his title.
But what he found was not in his shadow. In Solo, Dasuki only works, whether he can make a KTP from anywhere. What is clear is the local RT RW that Barra asked no one knows. According to local residents, it is also likely that the ID card is fake because if residents want to make a ID card, there are letters archived by RT RW.
Barra went straight home the next day as soon as the information she got was like that. The longer he's in Solo, the more the cost will add up. After all, he had to go to campus to prepare for his specialist lecture.
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Bhree went into a pretty big yard. He was still silent in front of the fence, still hesitant to squeeze the bell.
"Is this really your biological family?" bhree said slowly.
The housekeeper saw Bhree and immediately greeted. Bhree said his intention and purpose to this house.
"Oh this is Mba Shabreena? Mr. Daliman gave me the info. Let's enter Mba, it's been awaited" invited the house guard.
Bhree followed the steps of the housekeeper and sat down in the living room. Five minutes later Mr. Daliman was sitting in front of Bhree.
Mr. Daliman refused to have his hand kissed by Bhree.
"We'll just go straight, don't need to talk. I believe you're Dasuki's son, there's a resemblance to your face and a photo of you has been shown by Dasuki. You accept taking midwifery college like we talked about before?" ask Mr. Daliman.
"Yes sir." replied Bhree.
"During the registration time next year, you will work at the Clinic and the sore will be called a private teacher so you can pass the midwifery entrance test" said Mr. Daliman.
"Yes.." Bhree said without burden.
"You don't dream of living here, half of you are a descendant. There are rooms in the clinic that you can use. And never tell anyone if you are part of our family" Daliman said.
"Yes." replied Bhree briefly.
"To make sure you don't run away, there will be someone accompanying you. Take it easy, he will keep his distance" said Mr. Daliman.
"Why do you want to donate his kidney? What's for my college?" ask Bhree.
"You are smarter than Dasuki it turns out, without much explanation already understand" said Mr. Daliman.
"What benefits will you get if I become a Midwife? My father can't expect to be part of this family" Bhree asked again.
"Other lectures.. What will I get? When I graduated, how many years did I serve you? Is my father's kidney not enough to pay for everything?" bhree said he had no idea where his courage came from.
"Matre .. exactly Mother .. I hope she's not as final as her mother. You will get the salary as a high school graduate employee" said Mr. Daliman.
"I agree with this offer, because there will certainly be many beneficial things in the future for me. It's up to you to say I'm a matre or whatever. As a single fighter, I have to fight hard to improve my life alone" Bhree said.
Mr. Daliman smiled in satisfaction, without much resistance, Bhree was already in his grasp. I don't know what is in the mind of Mr. Daliman at this time, Bhree was not able to read the direction of his destination.
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Second chance, a term that is often used if the patient is in a coma can then be stable and aware quickly.
The treating doctors also did not believe there would be such a miracle. The condition of Mr. Handoko who can be said to be cured for a long time, now he can even move his hands and speak smoothly. Not even his memory has been missed. He still knows his family and the specialists who treated him.
Barra's having lunch after a medical meeting. The doctors discussed the condition of Mr. Handoko as a learning material in the future. Therapy that has been given, at least can be one of the references to treatment.
"Can the doc condition that we estimate a month new improvement, it turns out that in a week already seen?" tanya dokbar was a little amazed.
"Lord's power" replied the anesthetic doctor.
"Maybe because he often helps, so be helped by God" continued the surgeon.
"So from the nonmedical side yes .. but medically, the organs of Mr. Handoko's body are still functioning well despite yesterday's head surgery. All I know is that he doesn't drink alcohol and smoke" manager Yanmed said.
When discussing Mr. Handoko, Barra suddenly remembered his son Kak Diah.
"What is the fate of his son? He said the nurse was Kak Diah single mom, her son also just graduated from High School. May he be in the hands of a good man" hope the docbar in his heart.
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dokbar returned to the nurse station.
"doctor.. Yesterday he said to Solo commuting huh? Kangen someone tuh" ledek nurse.
"Who's someone? Still want the same patient who died after the transplant yesterday, right? She's a nitipin envelope for her son. I haven't opened yet, just saw the cover with the name of the child. That's a trust, until he closed his eyes, his son did not come. Though his father often told about his only daughter" said dokbar.
"dokbar does not exist when the patient died?" ask nurse.
"Ga.kan after the ICU entrance surgery, so it is not a task" replied the docbar.
"Well this is the same dock with several nurses, the patient's child who died was said to look like his son Kak Diah" the nurse argued.
"What true? Seriously is?" sahut dokbar's.
"Yes no one can be sure of the doc, the incident was very sparse. Once dead immediately ask to be bathed and pardoned here, continue to be taken. It was not until two hours" explained the nurse.
"Who do you remember the name of his son Kak Diah?" ask dokbar.
"Lupa doc. Kak Diah's brother was very close about his family. You don't know, it could be her son Bram" replied the nurse.
"Bram who?" dokbar did not understand.
"Bram.. Brame rame, aka many farmers who grow crops, do not know whose seeds succeed.. Hahahaha" joked the nurse.
dokbar immediately put down his pen and looked at the nurse who had just replied.
"Yet you made a mockery of his mother's behavior, now you say that child seems to have many seed donors. It used to be nursing school when you slept or skipped?" dokbar was angry.
"Sorry doc. joking" replied the nurse.
"So someone said you were the father a lot how? the heartache? Angry huh? Sad ga?" ask docbar annoyed.
No one dared to answer, all immediately busy with their respective work. Dokbar immediately moved into the room behind the nurse station, he sat on the sofa after brewing coffee.
The senior nurse approached the dokbar.dokbar quietly while enjoying a cup of black coffee with a little sugar without stirring.
"dok.maaf ya if we sometimes joke outrageous, especially now many young nurses who just graduated. They consider us rich peers who can be joked about like that" the senior nurse said sincerely.
There was no answer from the dokbar, he was still enjoying his coffee. Currently it is difficult to blame anyone, since the departure of Ms. Diah, the management has not also visited the head of the nurse, even though every meeting with Manager Yanmed, dokbar always reminds this. During this time in each room, the nurse coordinator is responsible for the nurses below.
"Work there, a lot of patients right" pinta dokbar.
The senior nurse immediately left the dokbar.
dokbar opened his bag, took the chocolate map that was still closed neatly.
"Mr Dasuki .. Before I apologized, this trust has not yet reached the hands of the Father's son. Not that I do not want to tuning, but all information about the Father is very minimal" said the docbar speak for himself.