The President Enters the Village
Originals

Slowly Hana's body was lifted by Kirjo sir, riding a rice truck. His goal? Of course going to the city, carrying rice stock. But this time the girl had another purpose, to heal herself.

The truck began to drive, in the midst of the drizzling rain that struck. Until it ended up stopping at a hospital, Kirjo sir dropped Hana assisted by a nurse, leave him. While the middle-aged man brought rice stock to the agents.

Patiently waiting his turn, he had not undergone treatment for a long time. Waiting for Haikal to heal him, but a futile wait.

In the end his name was called, a nurse helped him into the examination room.

***

After a few hours of testing, all the results came out. Hana cried hugging the big brown envelope in her hand.

"Ja... So I can walk normally again? But the results of the examination 8 years ago, sa....I will experience permanent disability!?" ask her with a vibrating tone of voice.

The doctor let out a rough sigh, "First after the accident, you didn't take so many routine checkups. Maybe the severed nerve is connected slowly, after 8 years. In addition, medical technology 8 years ago is different from today. The former verdict says permanent disabilities can change, as medical technology evolves,"

He will no longer be deformed, only to undergo one surgery, repair several nerves and follow physiotherapy. He has the possibility to walk normally.

Unlike the results of the examination 8 years ago, he was sentenced to experience permanent disability. This time he had hope.

"Hana.." Kirjo, who had just come from delivering the rice, walked over to him who was talking to a man dressed as a doctor. The man who drove her to the waiting room.

"Sir I'll have surgery, please call dad. Tell Hana will be able to walk, but keep it a secret from everyone in the village." he said smiling.

Mr. Kirjo sighed harshly, then nodded. The wrinkled face was smiling, "Juragan will be pleased..."

Hana nodded, "Dad will be pleased,"

"If the last test is good, tomorrow you can have surgery. May be susceptible to post-operative care for up to a week. Regarding the details of the cost, it can be taken care of directly in the administration," said the middle-aged man with glasses.

"Physiotherapy, how long does it take, until I can walk normally?" tanya Hana clutched the fingers of the person who gave her hope for healing.

"Depends on post-operative conditions. But sure, if all goes well. You will be able to walk normally" the doctor replied.

Hana smiles in her tears, she can be the perfect wife for the man who marries her later.

Jono, do you love me too? Would you be sincere to a disabled woman.His murmur inwardly clenched her hands, wiping away her tears.

"Sirjo sir, it's a secret the three of us, father, me and Kirjo sir are allowed to know," he asked, this time wanting to get a sincere husband to him. He married her because of coercion.

Mr. Kirjo just nodded, agreeing.

***

The smell of warm coffee smelled, who knows black coffee in the village can be more delicious than Vietnam coffee, coffee latte, or Americano though. Jono sighed harshly, it had been three days that Hana was nowhere to be seen in the warehouse.

The village girl he missed. Waitie? Missed her? This is not a feeling of longing, there is only less when Hana does not exist. The warehouse feels lonely, the adrenaline that is spurred when touching it or making it move no longer exists. There was something lacking, the gaping hole in his heart was not filled. It's really not a feeling of longing. Jono just misses...

He had come home from the field, gathering not much of his chili harvest. He silently stared at the rain falling. The truck was also seen in the end. The truck, driven by Kirjo, took Hana to her sister's house three days ago.

I don't know what was on the president's mind, he walked open the passenger door next to the driver. But like the day before, there is no Hana that must be lifted ala bridal style. Only an empty chair was visible.

"Jono, this is the key to the warehouse. Remember not to be lost," said Mr. Kirjo handed over the keys to the warehouse to the only person who slept there.

"Yes..." Jono took the key back pensive.

"Yes the son of a thief?" sindir Pak Kirjo, who was about to pick up his old duck bike, was wearing a raincoat.

"No, who misses the stingy, disabled. After I got back rich, I didn't want to meet the stingy anymore." he replied, muttering in frustration. Maybe because it's been three days Hana's not seen as well.

Mr. Kirjo just paused for a moment, heating his motorbike, starting to think maybe this is the reason Hana did not want to say about the possibility of his recovery. Jono doesn't like it at all, wants to get genuine affection, but it's hard.

"Jono, don't tell me that, there will be an angel who records. If after success really can't meet Hana anymore, how?" he said he began to insert the motorbike's teeth, "Father go home first .." he continued.

Jono just fell silent, clenching his forehead staring at the empty table that was near him. "It's true, after having 100 million dollars, I'm going home married to a famous model or celebrity whose IQ is standard!!" he said as if nagging Hana who suddenly disappeared.

Until in the middle of heavy rain a Jeep car passed, approaching the warehouse area. It's parked perfectly there. True, this is the arrival of the most respected master in the village.

The man with the stern face, wearing a cowboy hat, stared at Jono. I don't know what's on his mind.

What does the village mafia leader want to come here, his mind tries to smile, as a President only one that must be respected. People who can issue funds.

"Juragan.." he said with a smile, showing his Pepsodent ad-style white teeth.

"Kirjo's home yet?" he asked with a face that seemed indisputable.

"Already a manager.." as a subordinate, the President who is used to expel managers is not becus from the meeting room, can only smile widely. Given the power of the landlord who wears a checkered shirt, with his jeans.

But what is it? The man suddenly smiled?

"Jono, I heard from Hana your rice field failed the harvest. If you need anything do not hesitate to the father, you can give loan waivers without interest and collateral," he said with a warm smile patted Jono's shoulder.

This person is wrong to take medicine.

"I.iya, I did plan to plant a watermelon," Jono unceasingly said his plan.

Stupid, plant a watermelon this season. You know how to plant it... If you have become a ghost, you must be taught well how to be a smart and authoritative landlord.

"Let me help, what if we play chess..." Dirga began to walk closer to the flask that was there brewing black coffee.

"I. yes," Jono frowned, observing the current strange situation. Take the chessboard, start setting the chests.

Until the game begins, the first step is taken Dirga, who begins to sip his warm coffee."Do you think Hana's pretty?"

"Beautiful" Jono's answer moved his horse's pawn.

"What's the beautiful part?" Dirga moved back a step.

Her original lips, her delicate cheeks, the white neck that I wanted to bite, her skin and body that she had, inwardly, imagined about Hana, her hands trembling. Losing concentration, to play.

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