The Heart of Old Menjakaka
1. Marry with Image
"Om begging you .. Please marry Citra, daughter of Om, after she graduates High School. Um sure ... You can be a good husband to him." The pleading speech came from a middle-aged man lying helplessly in a hospital bed. He cried bitterly lamenting his condition.
A well-built man was sitting on a small chair beside him. He looked dumbstruck at the request of the man he already considered to be his second papa.
It had probably been five times that the man had pleaded with a similar remark, and this time he seemed heavy to refuse it again. Because I don't have to deal with her situation. With all consideration—finally he also received.
"Alright, I will marry Citra, Om," he replied with a heavy-sounding breath.
"thank you. You're a good man, Om lucky to know you." The middle-aged man smiled widely and slowly wiped away the tears on the cheeks. He felt his chest that had been tight now instantly relieved, his choked breath had returned smoothly.
Then, a man with glasses who had been standing next to the man sitting, then gave a brown map and pen to the man who was going to marry Citra.
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A week later....
Ceklek~
Several girls in white-gray uniforms with colorful strokes typical of graduation entered the hospital treatment room. Their number is three, and there are two men wearing free uniforms who may be two years above them.
One of the most beautiful girls among the girls—lantas squandered a hug to a middle-aged man who was lying weakly in the patient's bed. Many medical devices on his chest and infusion hose on the back of the hand.
"Dad ... How is Dad? I passed Dad, thank God!" The girl looked happy. After the hug came off—he also showed a piece of paper that read 'LULUS' to his father.
The man only saw him, because his hands were hard to move freely.
"Alhamdulillah, I am happy, dear," he said, smiling widely.
The man called Father was named Danu Siregar. He is a successful businessman in property. But unfortunately it has been almost a year of kidney failure disease suffered never healed. Also with a history of asthma that often recur.
Kidney transplantation efforts for him have not been done. Not because there is no cost, but the hospital said that until now they have not managed to find a suitable one. He also often went back and forth abroad to seek treatment there. But the same, it did not produce results.
Now all Danu can do is resign, especially doctors often say if his age is just counting days. Maybe for a while he was just washing the blood. The rest went to Almighty God.
Danu smiled at the princess sitting on a small chair and kissed her forehead, but the smile faded at once because of the dazzling color of her hair.
"Why is your hair colored again? Didn't I just ask you yesterday to turn it black?" danu softly asked, his face depicting a dislike expression.
Just yesterday the girl's hair was moss-green, now turning bright yellow.
Obviously, the image of Princess Siregar or commonly called Citra is the only princess of the puppet. But at the age of 19 years old it—dia often made worry.
Not because his son was naughty, Citra herself tipekal submissive and spoiled girl. Sometimes he is overprotective. Moreover, the current times are very terrible. Danu did not want his only daughter was wrong to get along, especially with the friends who came with him.
Of the two girls who were standing at the door there was absolutely nothing wrong in her eyes, but what troubled Danu was a man who was now just sitting on the sofa.
His skin was black, his teeth were barky and somewhat yellow. Her hair was messy and her face looked dull like it had not come into contact with water. Plus Danu smelled an unpleasant odor resembling the smell of ketek coming from him.
He wears a black leather jacket, long blue jeans shredded, shoulder-length chain earrings on the left ear, piercings on the lower lip, and a chain earring on the left ear, tattoo on the neck of the skull and hair color similar to Citra.
Even Danu only realized that all the children's hair was yellow-yellow. It's funny how it looks, luckily it's not floating at times.
"He who? Your buddy?" Danu stared intently at the man sitting on the sofa with both feet perched on the table. Very disrespectful—he thought.
"To whom are those guys? And who's that thug like?" Danu knew two of his son's friends, but what he meant was a man with barking teeth.
"Oh, that's Udin and David. They're Rosa's friends, but now they're my friends, too." The image designates them by name. And the man Danu disliked named Udin.
"Can you guys get home from here?" asked Danu in an expelling tone.
"Kok Daddy kicked them out? They're coming to see Dad." The image looked upset, plus he also felt bad, afraid that his friends would get angry.
Danu threw out her rough breath. "It's not expelling, but I want to talk to you alone. It's an important matter."
For a long time his breathing became increasingly congested smelling the man's unpleasant aroma. Not good for health. And it was true that he wanted to have a four-eye talk with his daughter.
"We're okay if Om Danu wants a break, Cit." The short-haired girl named Rosa spoke, then she walked over to Citra. "But we all want to talk to Citra for a second, can ya, Om?"
Danu nodded slowly in response. Then Citra stood up and went out of the room, followed by her other friends.
"Say you want to buy us a restaurant? So what's it, Cit?" ask Udin. Rosa asked to chat with Citra because she told her to.
Actually not Citra wanted to treat his initial intentions, but his two female friends who continued to whine. Even when I was at school.
"So. But how about tonight? I'll have the same permission, Dad," Citra bargained.
"But I'm getting it now, Cit. My stomach is laper." Luci rubbed his stomach which suddenly sounded.
Indeed, their plan all to the restaurant is exhausted Citra met with her father, but seeing her father was expelled, of course their hope will fail. And that can't happen.
"What if it was just now. If not, just give it to us." Udin proposed the idea.
"Resistant? Meaning how?" The image crimped his forehead in wonder.
"Your money. Just give it to us, itung-itung treat. Later we can all eat in the restaurant" said Udin.
"Ah, that's right, Cit." Rosa chimed in.
"Is it okay to treat it that way?" ask Citra. He looked astonished, but his friend chuckled at his innocence.
"It's okay. Aye, right?" Udin asked what his other friend was. And they also answered with a nod of spirit.
"Yes already. How much should I give each?" This image is so innocent and easily persuaded, he just took the wallet in his tote bag without thinking.
After opening, a lot of sheets of money a hundred thousand and immediately made the eyes of his friends glare.
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