
Agus Deka's face showed a very surprised look. He once again turned his gaze between Randi and Mamu.
It is as if trying to connect the sudden recovery of Randi has something to do with the figure of Mumu who is still standing upright staring in the direction of drg. Saloka and two of his members.
However Agus Deka tried to think about it to cause a very deep frown on his forehead, but it was very difficult for him to connect the figure of the young man had something to do with Randi's sudden perfection.
In retrospect, if it wasn't for the young man, how could Randi recover so quickly?
Agus Deka had another thought.
Can the poison be identified? And the RSUD party has given the right antidote for him.
But when exactly?
According to Buk Larasati, no doctor or nurse has come to treat patients since he was in a coma.
Agus Deka shook his head repeatedly.
Unlike Agus Deka, drg. Saloka raised his head when he heard the word 'cured', only he did not know who this patient was, what pain he was and how long he had been sick.
Seeing from the expression shown by the stubborn old man earlier who was likely the parent of the patient, drg. Saloka who has a lot of experience in dealing with various behaviors of patients and their families so far, can guess that the patient has been sick for a long time and not the usual pain.
When he looked at the two guards for confirmation, his actions were preceded by the words of the young man who initially wanted him to drive away earlier.
"Sir doctor and Mr. Security guard do not have to bother to drive me away from here because I am going to leave. As for the matter that happened earlier, I apologize profusely." After saying these words, without waiting for an answer he immediately walked up to Pak Surya Atmaja and his family who were currently smiling sumringah. "Sir, Buk, Bang Randi, let me go first, go home. I think Bang Randi needs to get permission from the guard doctor first before he can be sure when he returns home. If there's anything please call me yes, Bang."
"Thank you very much Mumu. I don't know what else to do with you...." Mr. Surya Atmaja displayed a helpless smile at the thought of the indebtedness that this incredible young man continues to cultivate.
"I've already branded Bang Randi like my own brother, so you should not be formal like that."
Your mom shakes hands with them.
"Thank you, son. Be careful on the road." Buk Husnalita.
"Thank you, Mumu." Randi embraces Mumu with a full day.
As Mumu walked past Agus Deka, he said, "Thank you for your help with my brother's parents."
Agus Deka just nodded stiffly.
"Wait a minute!" drg. Saloka yelling.
"Is there a problem, sir?" Mumu turned around and turned towards drg. The saloka approached him.
"What patient is sick? And what have you done to him? Are you a physician?"
"Sorry Doctor, about his illness I think the RSUD party knows better. As for what I did, I guess I have no obligation to tell the doctor. Excuse me first, doc...."
"You are.." drg. Saloka did not continue his words. Since when was there a young man who was not being courteous towards her. At first he wanted to scold Mumu but did not so, instead he looked towards the two guards gesturing to the two and left.
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His age was not too old, his age ranged between forty-seven or forty-eight.
He was known as a very diligent and friendly person.
In addition, he was very diligent to the mosque because he happened to be trusted by the community as a mosque marbot.
There is nothing wrong in his simple life.
He has a wife and two children. His wife works as a housewife although in fact, his wife works as a rubber tapper as well, just like her. While the two children were already sitting on the bench Aliyah one sat third class and the other second class.
One day Pak Amat went to the town of Selatpanjang to buy poison grass. In the city if we buy a poison that is five liters the price can be reduced a little bit than to buy that per liter.
When he came out of the store, Mr. Very confused when entering the key, the motor could not turn on. Forced but still not on fire.
Very forced Pak Amat to push his motorbike to the workshop.
"Sik, please change the key. Can't be on. It's been forced to not want to." Said Mr. Amat to the workshop man. He wiped away the sweat that was seeping on his face. He's so exhausted.
It is not easy to push the motor with a distance of almost one kilometer.
"Let me check first, sir." The workshop person also immediately took the motor key Pak Amat. When the workshop man wanted to put the key into the motor contact, he then said, "This is not the key, sir. Motor Mr Suzuki while this is the key Yamaha."
"Lha.how can. My bike key is just that one, really. Can't be wrong. I'm very familiar with the key toy like that squirrel's tail.
"Where do I know, sir." Said the workshop person, "The key obviously does not match the motor. Is this really my motorcycle?"
Mr. Amat who was sitting unwinded by being forced to stand up again, "I also do not remember, Dik...."He tried to think, "I think this is my bike."
Seeing Pak Amat's answer that was not entirely sure, the workshop person became curious.
"Where was my father from? Let me take you there."
"So my bike and my poison how?"
"Just leave, sir. There are my members guarding in the workshop. Just bring the motor key.
When they reached the store, several people seemed to be clustered in front of the store.
"So my bike was parked here. But now there's no. How is this shop? It should be installed CCTV, so it can be monitored. How will customers grow if it's like this." One of the Fathers seemed emotional as he hurled spicy words at the unpretentious-looking Chinese man.
"I admit that we were wrong, but this doesn't mean that we're the wrong side completely." Said the Chinese man in a calm tone.
"So what now? Can I return my lost bike?"
"What do you mean Father? Is it because you have been shopping for fifteen thousand items in our store, then we have to compensate for the loss of the lost motorbike? It's good to live this life."
The atmosphere is getting heated up.