SERUNI
CHAPTER 8 Diligently
Seruni received a phone from Shaka, then typed in the ten digits of the number there. "Nih, Bang .. Just give it a name. Miscall's brother or ping my number. Let me send you a shopping list. All right, brother's account number, I'll just transfer the money." Seruni reached out back the phone to Shaka.
"Ready, Go ahead, Mom!" janda Shaka, take a firm and respectful position.
"Thank you bang. Sorry just knew ngerepotin. I don't know who else, though." Seruni little mince.
Shaka just smiled. Serunis are completely different, very much as they are. "Ser, I want to say goodbye first, yeah. Tomorrow I have business. It's me straight back. You take good care of yourself. Spirit and congratulations on duty, Miss Doctor is beautiful." Shaka stood up, his hand stalling perfectly to shake Seruni's hand.
"Thank you, Bng, don't take care of repotin." Seruni returned Shaka's hand tightly and mantab.
Shaka felt that Seruni's hand was not as smooth as the hands of the women he knew. Realizing Shaka was assessing his hand, Seruni hurriedly took off their hands.
After that, Seruni, Pak Sajad and Bu Sajad released Shaka's return until the car that Shaka was driving was no longer visible from their sight.
"Suit well, Ser is like you," seduced bu Sajad.
"What's mom?" tanya Seruni did not understand what Sajad meant.
"Tuh .. who just got home. Mr. Major is handsome, Ser. If you are not yet Bu Sajad, you are willing to be Bu Shaka," whispered Sajad, but faintly heard in Mr. Sajad's ear.
"Mom wants, Shaka sir won't. The handsome one is so picky, Mom," said Mr. Sajad.
"Ish, Mr. ni. Young time, beautiful mother also looks, not inferior to Seruni." Bu Sajad defended himself and Mr. Sajad only chuckled. Seruni just donated her sweet smile.
The three of them went back into the house. In the living room, Seruni found sayaka, sabri and Safri having a warm conversation there. Seruni lowered his head as he passed them, until now Seruni had not been able to ascertain who the owner of the heirloom he saw. Seruni also wanted to make sure anyone could forget the embarrassing incident. Mutual disgrace, pretend nothing happened-definitely better.
Seruni immediately walked into her room, opening up a little curtain that could look outwards. He took a bench and sat there. The woman wanted to ascertain who would enter the wrong room.
Almost an hour passed, a quarter of the pages of the book had already been finished. There was no sign of Sayaka, Sabri and Safri entering their rooms. Seruni continued his reading. Sharpen his sense of hearing so as not to be missed if there is a sound of footsteps approaching and entering the sacred room across from his room.
Seruni Ear incense catch the sound of footsteps approaching. Seruni opened a little curtain on her room window. Not wide, just enough space to peek with one eye only.
"Safri?" ask Seruni inwardly. "Please keep smiling. Well, that means he knows dong if I see the heart of his thigh. Astaghfirullah ... This is why the anus again hangs on the head." said Seruni, while patting his own head slowly. It was as if he wanted to bring out something that littered his mind.
Not finished with his own misdeeds, Seruni eyes again saw someone enter the room he now calls the sacred room.
Seruni who was tired of guessing, while choosing surrender. Let the reality open by itself. That was the mind of Seruni at this moment. Until he fell asleep, he fused with the cold night.
The morning sun began to show its rays, breaking into the cracks of the board that surrounded the house. The first morning in the village, Seruni hurriedly shuffled to the bathroom. Other residents of the house, apparently also have been on the move. They just got back from the Mushola. Seruni did not come, he chose to do two rakaats in his own room.
The whole house is now back at the dining table for breakfast. Safri so often stole a glance and smiled at Seruni. Making Seruni recapture his conjecture. By looking at the indifference of the other two men, Seruni made sure the owner of the heirloom he saw must be Safri.
Seruni drew her own conclusions and was determined to forget about the incident. Although sometimes the image of the heirloom was so hanging in his mind. But the woman does not want to continue to burden her mind with one thing that is not really important.
After breakfast Seruni decided to go to the village puskesmas. The woman was escorted by Mr. Sajad on a motorcycle. It did not take long, exactly ten minutes, he arrived there. Seruni directly opened the locked door with the rusty padlock.
"Today I want to clean up first, sir. Oh, yes, sir, if anyone wants to help me become my assistant while here, I would be very happy. I'll give him a salary." She pushed the door open.
"Would you like a girl or a boy Ser?" ask Mr. Sajad.
"Women alone sir" replied Seruni.
Entering the room, the dust and dust immediately greeted him, making Seruni instantly cough. Mr. Sajad, open all the windows inside.
"Let the air taper, you don't go in first. You stay Ser, if there is anything you call father. It seems like you know who is suitable to help you. His son would want to. I'll meet and tell him to come here. You definitely need cleaning tools, later you will have the district people bring it here too." Mr. Sajad was so friendly and kind to Seruni.
"Okay, sir, thank you for everything. I will do my best while here. Hopefully with my presence, it can provide a little benefit," Seruni hoped, sounding very sincere.
"God willing. No one wants to stay here, Ser. Hope you are at home. We will definitely feel helped. But you have to be patient. Not everyone is willing to accept and use health facilities when sick even during childbirth. Not a few citizens here still believe in the power of nature above all else." Mr. Sajad is like he is putting great hope on the shoulders of Seruni. After that he immediately turned on the motorcycle and left Seruni alone there.
Seruni looked around. Not one thing that confirms the identity of the place was once a puskesmas or posyandu. There are only obsolete scales that are clearly impossible to use anymore. It seems, Seruni must set aside more time to juggle the place in order to deserve to be called home for treatment.
Knowing the condition of his workplace directly, making the shopping list he sent to Shaka this morning is still a lot less. Apparently, Seruni had to spend more in personal savings to make his workplace more ideal and worthy to be used as a public health service center.
Seruni has not entered the room. He was still leaning his body on one of the bamboo poles that supported the building of the stilt house with a slightly dreamy look.
"Excuse me doctor, I was told by Mr. Camat to come here to help the doctor," said a woman's voice disperse Seruni's daydream.