
Parupay Village.
Shakir, glanced back at Luna who was now beside him.
Currently, the two of them were already at Haura's estate. Sit in one of the gazebos available there.
Watching the villagers of Parupay who had been harvesting chillies there earlier this morning.
Looking at it, Luna was unusual. There was no longer this woman's cold and stern face.
When I met at the airport, Luna was always smiling. Even sometimes it seems clear that Luna who mengulum smile of her own.
Rouse suspiction. Inner Shakir.
"Are you sick?" shakir asked to make Luna look at him.
"Huh?" answer Luna, cengo.
Seeing that, Shakir was completely astonished.
"Stop smiling like that, you scare me," Shakir replied again, as it were. He thought, Luna is going crazy.
Being told to stop smiling, Luna quickly sorted that smile. Replace it with a flat face.
But when the lover's face came back, Luna smiled again.
"Sorry sir, I can't stop smiling" Luna replied, honestly. Even when he said those words, he also smiled broadly.
"Did anything make you happy?"
Luna nodded.
Shakir did not ask more, feeling that their relationship was not too close to knowing each other's personal lives.
"I'm going down, I want to take part in the harvest" Shakir said, rising from his seat.
Reflex, Luna followed.
"Let me come along" Pinta Luna and Shakir nodded their heads at a glance, agreeing.
They both joined the citizens. Luna took the right, and Shakir took the left.
Harvesting chilies directly like this, makes them feel their own happiness. Especially before, they never did this.
It felt so excited to pluck that chili-cabe.
"Bang, be careful, over there is a ravine. Although not deep, but if you fall still sick," said one resident, reminding Shakir to be more careful.
Shakir nodded, smiling kindly.
Until suddenly, he saw Luna who ran towards him, shouting.
"Hi! A caterpillar! A caterpillar! Master, help me!" peekkik Luna, staring in disdain at the caterpillar attached to her shirt.
Only Shakir was familiar to him, which was why Luna ran towards the man.
The two Shakir netra were breaking into a pattern, when suddenly Luna stumbled and her body staggered.
Directing, towards the abyss.
But unfortunately, Shakir was pushed and fell there.
Instantly, Luna also shouted followed by the shocked cries of the residents.
"Master!" peeking Luna, he did not care anymore about the caterpillar, he wanted to jump in there and save Shakir who was already sprawled.
But quickly, the citizens prevented Luna.
"Don't Ading! let the gentlemen help brother Shakir," ask the residents, while holding Luna's body strong.
And Luna was just shaking, staring at Shakir's nanar down there.
Not long after, Shakir can be taken up. But one of his legs was sprained and the tray was bruised. Also some scratches on his arm.
"I'm fine Amang, Acil, let Luna just take me to the puskesmas," said Shakir when he had climbed and stood on one leg.
"Yes, I'll take you with me" replied Luna, quickly.
And the citizens nodded their heads. They also saw no serious injuries on Shakir's body.
Long enough Shakir and Luna walked. Luna continued to smear Shakir's dirty body, making his body dirty as well.
Sanja, who saw their arrival, ran over.
"What's going on?" ask Sanja worriedly.
And Luna immediately explained everything in detail.
Entering the treatment room, Sanja then asks Luna to clean her body.
Then treat Shakir who has been lying on the patient's bed.
"I'm sorry if it hurts Bang," said Sanja.
Slowly, he began to clean all the wounds. Sometimes Shakir grimaces, when he feels sore.
Until finally, Sanja saw Shakir's ankle that looked bruised.
With his medical ability, Sanja can tell if Shakir's leg was sprained, but not until there was a fracture.
Sanja continues to struggle with her work. Unaware, if Shakir keeps paying attention to him.
"Sanja, can you treat a wounded heart?" shakir asked, ambiguous.
But Sanja, just understand what Shakir means. They have known each other for a long time. Even Sanja knows that Shakir loves Haura all along.
Now Haura was married, and it must have left a wound in Shakir's heart.
Hearing the question, Sanja did not immediately answer. He first bandaged Shakir's feet and gave him a cast.
"Abang can learn from this wound," Sanja said, after she finished treating it.
"This injury can heal on its own, it only takes time to recover. Provided that you do not force yourself to use it to walk," said Sanja, ambiguous as well.
And with a smile, Sanja left Shakir alone there. He put his equipment back in the closet.
Leaving Shakir, who was smiling a little.