Mentari's Story
the insolent patient

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"Deed... " His sout from inside the room which happened to be next to the living room, where the door was heard on the knock earlier.

Dafa limped down slightly, holding a bad taste in his stomach. Unlocking the door that was noisy in his ear.

"Old... Banget, you've disturbed my sleep. Been here long enough to open the door." His grunt.

"Ck.. at this hour, I'm on medication from a very sick afternoon." he complained.

Lukman followed Dafa into the room, and his friend laid his body down. He then took out his medical instruments to examine Dafa.

"All ok, nothing like that."

"But my stomach hurts a lot, from the afternoon duh." he complained as he grimaced a little.

"Mules?"

"Yes, but no one came out. But wrapped around the ampe comes out a cold dry."

"Who wants to be midil?" Lukman again asked as his hands were ready with some medicine that he thought could relieve his stomach pain.

"Yes, kayaks who want midil a lot. But no one came out a little."

"What did you eat this morning?" ask her while returning to tidying up her stethoscope.

"I don't eat breakfast, just coffee. Eat at Rijal's cafe in the afternoon."

"Well, it's like the source of your illness, late eating, drinking coffee on an empty stomach. Keep getting in the wind like that." The doctor explained.

"I don't usually eat breakfast. Since. "he has not continued his words.

"At a run away. pffftttt." Lukman held back a laugh.

Dafa only glared back at his friend. It feels tight in the chest but that, in fact.

"Drink that anget, let's make your stomach. Keep taking these painkillers, like you're gastric."

"Bikinin, I'm not strong in the kitchen." His whine with his face made pityingly compassionate.

Lukman who had been standing about to tip his bag, only flabbergasted to hear the task that was told to him.

"Woy. I'm a doctor, not an OB." his murmur was upset.

"Please, on behalf of a friend."

"Round gini aja you ngaku I'm a friend, my fee is expensive ya!" he walked towards the kitchen.

"Cilaaa.. this kitchen." Said shouting.

Dafa heard what Dafa complained about. "No need to think of people's kitchens, but if you want to do my work as your best friend. Feeling very grateful." he replied slowly, but the distance of the room and dining room and kitchen that was as simple as it could still be heard Lukman.

"Lu lower me, my father's father feesin expensive doctor's school. It's as if you're gonna have to wash the dishes." He said as he turned around as if Dafa could see his anger.

"It's not free for me, add it to my bill."

"The anjir, the brat's insolent." Lukman again snorted in annoyance.

Grab a glass, fill it with tea and white sugar and walk towards the dispenser. "So, your dispenser isn't on?"

"No!"

The young doctor again walked to the dishwasher where there were many glasses and dirty dishes that had dried. Take the small pot that hangs over it, go back towards the dispenser and press its water button.

"Gustiii.. nih the gallon water is also empty?" He was getting frustrated.

"Eh. yeah, forgot. At the end of the kitchen decking the door to the garden there's a gallon of her yet I climb up to the top of the dispenser, not strong." Dafa said telling me not to know him.

Lukman snorted in annoyance, already his break time was interrupted. This is not just checking the patient according to his duties. In fact, he felt used all out by people who on behalf of the word friend.

Gallon had already climbed onto the dispenser, Lukman with an annoyed face kept the empty gallons slightly raised.

"Gustiii.. shocked." Dafa said mimicking his words earlier.

Lukman who was upset immediately grinned at the sound of his friend who was weak but still made blood pressure easy to rise.

While waiting for the boiled water to ripen, his gaze was fixed on two cans of pregnant milk under the dishwasher.

"This is pregnant milk Dance, Daf?" tanyakanya.

"Yes." Yeah." Dafa answered briefly.

"What time, you didn't finish the house? ampe your pregnant milk bini still there?" Ask.

"That's, just recently his brother." Dafa said again.

"Well.hey mean?" Lukman poured hot water into a glass that already contained tea and sugar.

"Yes, that's my bini relic. Mr. Ustadz said he should not waste food and drink, 'mubazir'.

" Hahahahah, yes do not you drink also dodol. love to whom the cake is pregnant." Lukman walked towards the Dafa room whose door was wide open.

"To who? I go to every girl, 'Mom's pregnant? or is Mba pregnant? want my milk?' No doubt you are."

Lukman who is upset and amazed at the words of his best friend who likes to say slips without being strained. I can only laugh at his head.

"Nih drink his tea, I've pesenin chicken porridge ya! eat and keep taking his medicine. I want to go home

Tomorrow there's a seminar" he said.

"Wait as long as the porridge comes, I can't get up." Dafa again exhausted his face.

"Gue abis, dines malem hold afternoon meeting, afternoon packing for seminar tomorrow. Mau molor you call, ngerepotin aja." Lukman again sat his body next to Dafa who is now sitting on the bed with his head leaned back.

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Before long, porridge orders came. Lukman came in carrying the package he had just received from the online motorcycle taxi in his message.

"Gue, move in first. Still using styrofoam, danger." Then we walked towards the kitchen.

There was a noise in the kitchen, the sound of the closet being closed.

"It's really noisy?" say Dafa.

"Where are you nyimpen the bowl?" Lukman asked as he continued to open the cupboard looking for the whereabouts of the bowl.

"Try the bowl in the dishwasher!" Declared.

An order that felt awkward by Lukman, but still he did. "One, two, three, there are twelve!" the answer is after finishing counting the bowl scattered dirty on top of the dishwasher and dish.

"Oh, I just have a selosin bowl." Dafa said from the room.

Lukman caught the sentence he heard, a moment later his jaw tightened irritatedly, his hand outstretched toward the water tap taking one bowl and grabbing the sponge and drenching it with soap.

"Brazed, rare human. I'm doctor woy, I told you to wash the dishes." Gerrymandering annoyed.

"Well, you said. Styrofoam is a danger, you are also the intention to move to the bowl." He defended himself.

Lukman was simply speechless annoyed at cleaning up the bowl he held. Pour the porridge and then go back into the Dafa room.

"Now, I'm home. Take the cure cepet recovered."

"Gue, don't want you to take any more tools. Tomorrow I go at dawn to mollor soundly. Usually the Rijal you repotin!"

Dafa, who was feeding spoon by spoon of porridge in his bowl, just shook his hand. "Rijal again there is his order from the village, kasian again family time him." he explained.

"Uhmm. I'm home." Lukman walked over to his doctor's bag.

"Thank you a lot, buddy."

"Preet," his snort was stifling.

Dafa just laughed and continued eating.

After eating and taking her medicine, she kept the dirty bowl, locked the door and returned to her body, which she felt was gradually improving.

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At exactly two o'clock in the morning Dafa again felt a strange turmoil in his stomach. Cold sweat had washed over his body. He rolled around on the bed occasionally stirring and grimacing. Even one bottle of medium-sized eucalyptus oil had been used to wrap his stomach.

Until the morning before he still felt his stomach that was increasingly painful.

"Lu why?" tanya Rijal who just came to his house to pick up his best friend was watching the graduation moment his best friend had been waiting for.

"Still hurt your stomach?" ask again.

Dafa who was not energetic just nodded weakly as he went back into the room.

"Keep your graduation show how?"he stared at the astonished Dafa who had spilled back into his body.

" My lemes, they don't sleep." Answer weakly.

"Uhm, said Lukman what?"

"Hull, same in the wind. I guess he's doing nothing, the medicine he loves has no effect, no reaction at all." He said as he pulled back his blanket, accompanied by his face that again frowned to endure the pain.

"Well, how many years has he become a doctor? the best graduates anyway.don't ngada you. Ngamuk ntar him." He said while chuckling.

"You know, I sleep tight. The main event is eleven, I want to come at the peak of the event. Keep anther me to the hospital ya." asked and berbuki Rijal sign approve.

Rijal came out of the room, walking towards the kitchen about to make a drink. Her hands were agile over the screen of the phone ordering food in an online app for her and her sick friend with a dubious diagnosis.

Unlike Lukman, he took the initiative to clean the kitchen because he was used to it. I also don't like to see things dirty and messy.

"Duh, the houseboat cake broke. Kasian nih single bodong." Then giggled amusedly with his own words, his hands shrewdly rubbed the soapy sponge into every container he held.

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