The Heart of Old Menjakaka
145. Stinky
Steven's eyes suddenly widened when he saw the nameplate of a room that read
...'Psychiatrist Doctor Ikbal Erlangga'...
Later, he was forced into the camp by Bejo and Jarwo. Inside there was a handsome Doctor who was probably 30 years old sitting on a chair, he smiled sweetly at the arrival of Steven and Angga.
"Good afternoon Mr. Angga and Mr. Steven" he said kindly.
"Good afternoon, Doc. Sorry long ago, it was jammed," said Angga while sitting on an empty chair blocked by the handsome doctor's desk.
Steven was forcibly seated again by Bejo and Jarwo, as he seemed reluctant.
"Why is this nothing, anyway? Papa thinks I'm crazy?! To the psychiatrist?!" shouts Steven furiously. His jaw was hardened, his eyes were red. "I was .. eeemmmpptt!" Steven's lips were instantly silenced by Angga's hands, he was lazy to hear his chattering.
"If you're not crazy, why are you angry? Relax why, anyway? Why use all these veins?!" angga Sentak. He's a lot more angry. Even his eyes had glared at his son. Seen by Steven's jakun going up and down, he gulped.
Not because of fear, but resist nausea smelling the aroma of Angga's unpleasant palms.
"We just want a consultation. Papa see your brain's a little shear, Stev. Papa's just afraid you're really crazy" he added. Then release Steven's lips.
"Papa's hand stinks! What's abis, anyway?" Steven rubbed his face many times. To get rid of the smell. He also pulled a few pieces of tissue on the table and rubbed his face.
"None smells terasi. Papa didn't finish doing it." Angga kissed his palm. Her eyes were rounded. True Steven said, his right palm was smelly. But he was confused as to why it could smell. As Angga remembered, he did not hold anything strange.
"Is that really the smell?"
"It's not Papa's smelly hands. But your mouth, Stev!" hatch Angga.
"Just boy. Where is my mouth smelling?! My mouth smells good, Pa. If you don't smell good, you won't be hooked on kissing me!" steven's protest won't take.
"Nowevert? You're an addictive time. Dedek Gemes kisses you because you only like nyosor, Stev. He had to do it too."
"Enak alone was forced. Where's ada?" Steven stared fiercely at Angga. "I'm not a guy who likes to force! What Papa?!"
"Kok so you want Papa?! Papa's a good man and a dream husband, Stev! You're less—“
"Eekhem!" Doctor Ikbal cleared his throat. He intentionally did so to cause a debate. "I'm sorry .. If this means that the two are counseling?"
Angga shook his head quickly. "No, Doc. Enough of Steven. He is crazy. If I don't!" he stared at Steven cynically.
Steven clucked. "What a haphazard father, yes, by the way. I just heard there's a dad praying his son's crazy."
"Father don't do'ain you, Stev. Papa talks about facts. Ask Jarwo if you don't believe." Angga pulled down his chin towards Jarwo.
"Pak Angga and the others should wait outside. Leave me and Mr. Steven alone, "doctor Ikbal advised. Smoothen them out.
"Well, Doc," said Angga while standing. "But please be advised that Steven likes to shout. Mom wants to eat toa masjid."
After that, Angga, Jarwo, Bejo and the short-haired female came out from there. Leaving Steven and the doctor.
"Sir, me and Jarwo want to go out for a minute, huh? Want to coffee," said Bejo asking permission. Angga had just sat in a long chair near the door of Doctor Ikbal's room.
"You bought it yourself. Buy three coffee is the same for me too. Jarwo let's stay here and we can make coffee here. I'm afraid Steven's suddenly running away."
"Oh, yes, that's it. What do you want coffee for?"
"Luwak."
"I'm milk coffee" Jarwo said.
"The money, sir." Bejo raised his hand towards Angga.
"Use your money first, I don't hold cash."
"Nails."
"I'm Padang rice" replied Jarwo.
"Padang rice is not a snack!" angga Protest.
"Yes too, yes, sir. But I'm actually laper." Jarwo touched his stomach which suddenly rang. Then shortly the stomach of Angga too and followed Bejo.
"Ah yes it is. We eat rice Padang first while waiting for Steven. Not to be a."
"She was afraid that Steven might run away if left behind?" ask Jarwo.
"Yes eat it here. It's gone, Jo! Put your money on first!" he told Bejo. The man nodded obediently, then walked away from there.
"Can we wait while we eat, sir? I don't feel good about the other." Jarwo stared around. Many doctors, nurses, nurses and some people who want to seek treatment. Waiting for the Psychiatric Counseling queue there were also three people. Sit a little far away from them.
"Can, who said no" Angga replied confidently. "Oh yes, in your view ... Steven is crazy or not, Wo?" Although Angga was sure Steven was crazy, but he wanted to know the opinions of others.
"At that time I felt Mr. Steven was crazy. But now it's not, sir."
"How's guest? And when do you feel Steven's crazy?"
"Sir Steven almost got hit by a car at the time. I saw for myself that he was hallucinating. As if talking to Miss Citra. But come to think of it .. it might happen because Mr. Steven misses Miss Citra. So maybe get carried away."
"But what he's doing isn't getting close to crazy, is it? Handcuffed his hands and the hands of Dedek Gemes. Could be later Dedek Gemes pasung so as not to go away from him, Wo."
"Maybe out of fear of loss, may as well, sir. There's trauma. Yes, hopefully Mr. Steven—" Jarwo said stopped because the door of the room was wide open. Steven and Doctor Ikbal are out of there. The handsome man's face looked ordinary with no expression, but Doctor Ikbal's face was cheerful.
"Have, Doc? How fast? I haven't eaten Padang rice." Angga immediately stood following with Jarwo.
"It has. But I want to talk to you. Please come in, sir," take Doctor Ikbal. Angga nodded, then went inside there.
Angga's old butt chair was occupied by Steven. Shortly afterwards Bejo came with packaged rice and mineral water.
"Lho, how has Pak Angga changed? It looks younger," he said with a step closer.
"I'm Steven. Where is Padang Papa rice?! Give it to me." Steven had taken it first without Bejo giving it away. Then, he immediately opened the package and ate with a spoon that happened to be in the plastic.
***
The Angga house.
Tok .. tok. Sindi knocked on Steven's room door. One of his hands was carrying a paperbag.
Ceklek~
The door was opened by Citra.
"Well, why haven't you taken a shower? It's late afternoon, Cit." Sindi stared at Citra from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. His clothes were the same as when he came home from Steven's office.
"Hand to wait Om Ganteng, Ma. He said he'd take a shower together."
"Mandi now. Mama wants to take you to Nissa's restaurant. You must have never been there. Lots of good menu. And the recipe is from Mama of course, you have to try," he said proudly.
"Before a minute, I called Om Ganteng first huh, Ma." The image goes into the room and goes to the nightstand, then calls Steven. He bought a new cell phone.
Sindi also went inside and put what she was carrying on the table.
"Hello, Cit. You miss me, huh? I'll be home soon. Wait, yeah?" steven said when the call was just picked up. Steven's voice sounded so cheerful.
...Kepedean very, Om 😆...