The President Enters the Village
Perturbed

Doctor's clothes, that's what he wore for almost 6 months Haikal only lived in a narrow boarding house measuring 3 by 3 meters with an outdoor bathroom. Much different from the apartment Hana rented.

A statement that slapped him, even the lives of his mother, sister and himself were saved by the boss Dirga. Who financed when she was born, when the mother was in a coma after giving birth to her sister. Formerly in his assumption, the Dirga draughtsman was a cold, creepy, and conservative candidate-in-law figure.

The man who will tell her to leave when she goes to his house until 9 p.m. The reason, so that Haikal is more established first to be with Hana.

Focus with college and his aspirations of pursuing a medical degree. But all that changed when he became a doctor. Staring with her own eyes, Hana who had an accident had difficulty moving. Somehow his short-sighted mind at the time, did not want to take care of a disabled woman.

In the end, Haikal reasoned to seek a specialist doctor's degree, buying marriage time. Want to escape from the disabled girl who accompanied him when difficult.

A doctor married to a girl in a wheelchair? He was not self-conscious at the time. I felt too low for her. Forgetting the old Hana, having a flawless perfect body, loving her who is only a hauler in the warehouse of the Dirga boss.

No longer, he knows his mistake. Slowly go to the hospital where he works by using an online motorcycle taxi. Who would have thought he was an orthopedic specialist, when other doctors got out of the car, the sizable private hospital.

However, this was the reality at the moment, she kept smiling, wearing her name tag. Walking proudly, considering Hana who even came with makeup and complete carrying a truck filled with rice while attending his graduation.

These 6 months, he really worked well. Healing many patients.

"Professor." he said smiling at the owner of the hospital who now wears surgery clothes.

"Follow all my words in the operating room later.." the order was firm, on Haikal who had now also changed into surgery clothes, began to wear his mask.

"Well, prof.." she replied.

Young doctor? Winning was right however, a lot of things the professor taught him. Doesn't argue with the words of the man who doesn't even have children. The man who made it grew even more amid his minimal experience.

Working and working, Haikal sometimes sighed thinking about one thing. Was the fetus that was in Zara's womb really aborted?

Their status was already divorced but still, it was her son. Until the day he was buying some of his needs in a small minimarket.

Zara was there with another man, but that was not what caught his attention. The stomach was still flat, a sign that his son had indeed been killed by his own mother.

Haikal passed by him, "The deceiver.." - Zara's lips, who was holding an old man in a suit.

The young man closed his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply. He is a doctor now, breaking the law can make him accept sanctions, or maybe his license to practice revoked.

Finally only one sentence came out, "Thank you for giving me the experience of life, that a woman who looks perfect on the outside can kill her child vilely,"

Plaque...

One slap landed on his cheek, Haikal only smiled faintly, not returning to walk towards the cashier. "Disease.." she sneered.

Zara clenched her hand, the damn fetus had indeed been aborted. Then why? It was not his fault, but Haikal's fault for lying to him.

Her petty mind that just wants to live full of fun. Not realizing, maybe if Zara did not abort the fetus in the womb. Haikal intends to care for her, finance her needs while pregnant, babysitting the child even in the absence of Zara.

But all has been done, a little fetus that has not been able to see the beauty of the world, has died. Haikal fell silent putting his shopping bags in a boarding room 3 by 3 meters. Suppose the mother of her child is Hana, no matter how hard the woman will look after her child.

But just because of a lie, the child was aborted? Haikal fell silent crying sobbing, having chosen the wrong woman to take care of his seed.

He did not weep for Zara, the love for her perfection and physical appearance had faded. However, cry for his son who has not even had time to see the beautiful world.

Until finally he was silent for a moment to calm his mind. The new savings book can collect 1/3 of the amount of education debt.

Having a family in the village, maybe better, helping his wife to the bathroom is okay. He now understood the meaning of a fidelity and perfection of the heart more beautiful than physical perfection.

***

Sena, who knows nothing of the goodness of the evil spirit Dirga, is too ashamed to even cross paths with Hana. I don't know how many times he hurt the heart and physique of the disabled girl.

He never played gambling again, helping his neighbors raise goats with a profit-sharing deal. The goats they have are not many, but enough for Gio's education. If only daru had not been wasteful.

While Mr. Sito is making woven bamboo, in the form of hats and baskets. Embarrassed, he was really embarrassed to go back to work in the warehouse. A respected master of all workers, his only daughter must be humiliated by her son and his wife.

"Sir, should I apologize to Hana? Haikal is looking for money in the city, to get it all back. Either way if Haikal comes home later." Sena's words were cut off.

"You can apologize, because you're wrong. But for Haikal to return to Hana.." pak Sito who was making a basket sighed rough.

"Why? Haikal is a specialist, and Hana loves him a long time ago. When Haikal returns, he will." Sena's sentence is cut back.

"You don't remember the transport workers who came with Hana? Warehouse workers have been talking about it a lot lately, as the new boss's son-in-law. Every day with Hana, two years is not a short time. Juragan Dirga may have been looking for a way to marry his son," he explained.

Sena bowed, speechless. Can only leave everything to the course of destiny. Apologizing? She knew she would apologize to Hana, even if she needed to kneel.

Jono, the village man who approached the young man? Which man would let go of Hana if he knew her character. Maybe that's what Sena had in mind, still wanting Hana. But knowing, a young villager named Jono is not stupid enough to let go of Hana.

Gio who heard everything clenched his hands. Want to know a man named Jono, who will be a thorn in his brother's way later.

What was the first thing the teenager did? Of course, come see him in person. Finding the location of the land he worked on in the midst of drizzling rain that hit.

Until the figure is seen, "Why is it mostly rotten?" the gerutu who was wearing a raincoat.

Until the big taro-leafed Gio comes near him."Sis, failed harvest huh?" his tan smiled, thrusting a warm boiled yam.

***

Two men who finally sat in a small camp where the farmers rested. Eating boiled yams warms themselves.

"If this harvest succeeds, about two or three more harvests I will return to the city. After selling the land.." muttered Jono sighed harshly.

Gio clenched his forehead, instead of the man who would be the daughter-in-law of Dirga? Why would you want to go to town. Maybe that's what the teenager thought.

In the end, he asked, "Then what about sister Hana?"

Jono clenched his hands, staring at the drizzling rain that hit his chili plants. "She's just a handicapped woman who's too smart. I'm president director of a leading company Jonathan Northan. The only thing that fits me is a famous photomodel or a famous celebrity that's not so smart..."

"So you don't like Hana's sister?" ask Gio to make sure.

Jono nodded, "I'll leave this village no matter what,"

The teenager smiled, "I'll help Brother Jono. We'll be friends from now on..."

"Someday I will be free from the invaders of the handicapped!!" yells Jono.

But would it be true? Sometimes there are times when pursuing ambition is too great, forgetting everything. Will make the woman sitting in her wheelchair turn away, when she finds a super model of Nathan's dream one day.

At that time, regretful words will have no meaning...

Seriate