Mas Army Kepentok Beautiful Doctor
A Story
Arjuna packed his clothes, after a week of hospitalization, Arjuna was finally allowed to go home.
Paijo, who helped Arjuna push the wheelchair towards the hospital parking lot. When he was about to enter, Davina came and the distance of his car with a cart car owned by Arjuna was 10 meters.
Arjuna covered his face, embarrassed as Davina walked past him. Arjuna hurried in, and his mother greeted Davina.
"Dock, just arrived?" greet Mom.
"Eh mother, yes. Can you go home, right?" Davina.
"Yes" said Mother.
Davina stared at the car that Arjuna and his mother were going to ride in, mixed with the goat in the back.
"That's a goat?" show Davina.
"This is from the market to buy goats, good enough to make in livestock again" said Mother.
"Mom, let's go up. Don't embarrass me, the future of the girl I like, see me ride this car." whispered Arjuna.
"You why the hell? doctor Davina is not ashamed. Isn't that right, doctor?" said Mother.
"Oh yes." said Davina with a smile.
"Mak's hunt" said Arjuna who had ascended first.
"We'll excuse you doctor" said Mom, and was nodding his head with a smile by Davina.
"That makes me ashamed."
"So why? our people are not wrong."
"Indeed not wrong Mak, but this is me riding the same car as Mak's goat."
"Eh Arjuna, this is a blessing car. From you little, this is my car that brings money for your fee to the same school, you do not underestimate the car" said Paijo.
"Bang, I mean. why pick me up there is a goat tuh, there is a car mine. Why not wear that?" arjuna was upset.
"I'll get off the mark, because - because of the goat, Mother bring me to pick me up" said Arjuna annoyed.
****
"Paijo, you goats will immediately unite with each other" said Mother.
"Yes Mak." said Paijo out toward the back door.
"Assalamu'alaikum." said a woman.
"Walaikumsalam." replied Mother, as she walked towards the front door.
"Eh you're Niken." said Mommy.
"Mom, did he say Mas Arjun has gone home?" ask Niken.
"Yes, there's still sitting in the tv room." replied Mom, with a flat face.
"Can I come in, Mak?" ask Niken, ask permission.
"Yes, please come in." replied Mom.
Niken walked in, walked towards the TV room. Arjuna was sitting, watching television.
"Mas." said Niken.
"You are Niken" said Arjuna.
"How are his legs?"
"Alhamdulillah is not too severe, just a slight crack. But now it can stand, just not fully healed."
"Thank God that Mas, can still stand even if you have to use a stick" said Niken.
"You're here, permission yet? don't let your mother look for you here, later in case my son has a crush on you" said Mother.
"Emak, Niken is just playing Mak" Arjuna said.
"Niken, Arjuna already has a girlfriend. Even doctors, rather than you are just a village girl" said Mommy.
"Sir, I'm talking like that" said Arjuna.
"Arjuna, the mother was just hurt by her parents, you used to be the same Niken has been betrothed, even because her mother if she never filtered. Mentang - mentang rich people, as well as prospective besan as we help" said Mother, while remembering the events of the past.
"Sir, the late Father sincerely helps the work of his family Niken, sincerely plow the rice fields, take care of the harvest. Although not paid, the father also used to be the cooperation of his grandfather Niken." said Arjuna.
"I love Mas Arjun, I want this matchmaking to continue." said Niken.
"Why continue? because my son became a soldier. Long ago while still a farmer, just play here you have been in search" said Mother.
"If so, excuse me." said Niken immediately left.
"Mom, by the way."
"Emak hurt Arjuna, heartache is the same as his parents."
"The wrong parent, not Niken" said Arjuna.
****
Davina got out of her car, Davina saw a luxury car, parked next to her car. Davina was lazy to enter, and decided to go back.
Tika's mother opened the curtains, and saw her daughter leaving again. Tika's mother closed the curtains again and approached her husband, who was sitting back and enjoying a warm coffee.
"Did the boy go again?" ask Mr. Haris.
"Yes Mas, he doesn't like you coming home" replied Tika's mother.
"Remember, he went to college who paid for it, who bought him a car" Mr. Haris said.
"That's his birthday gift from you Mas, now you even reveal. He also, if he intends, can buy a car. Just for what, there's a car from you."
"Tell Davina, tell her to come tomorrow. Vera's birthday, big family's all coming. You also do not forget to come, so that everyone sees you and Vera get along. "
"Agur? who is calling for war? " said Tika's mother smiling cynically.
"I'm waiting for you at the Emerald Hotel, at 7pm." said Mr. Haris, immediately leaving.
****
Davina drove her car far away, in the suburbs. His car stopped in a quiet place, just a stretch of rice fields, and the breeze was cool.
Davina, sitting on the hood of her car enjoying a perfectly round moon, with a flickering star.
"It's peaceful, I'm staring at the moon and the stars. If I can get there, it's better to stay on Mars than here" Davina said.
Her phone rang, Davina picked it up.
"Yes Mam." said Davina.
"Where are you?" ask Tika's mother.
"Outside Mam." replied Davina.
"Go home, Daddy you're home."
"Yes in a minute" said Davina.
"It's night, you go home."
"Yes Mam, I'm home."
"Be careful."
The phone ends, Davina gets off the top of the car. And when he came down to see, his car his tires deflated.
"Ah...k can deflate gini anyway, no longer bring spare tires anymore" said Davina upset.
Davina turned her head to the right and left, looking at no housing. Just looking at the dimly lit lights away from her, Davina tried to call someone but her phone died, because the battery ran out.
"I have to do this, the only way I have to go to the village" said Davina took her bag, and locked the car door.
Davina, wearing her high heels slippers, walked towards the village, a long way away, making her take off both of her sandals.
"Hopefully, there is a workshop that is still open, can continue to patch my car tires" said Davina.
Almost 15 minutes of walking, pretty draining. Davina went into the village, which already looked deserted.
"When it's only 8 p.m., why is it so quiet?"
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