Zara For Pramudya
Pramudya Hadiyanto

Pramudya stared at the cashier with a sharp look. He most dislikes someone who insults others even though he himself is equally from ordinary people.

If you want to be arrogant, have to look around too !

"Where's your manager?" Pramudya snapped with a cold face.

"Eeeerr... Sorry sir..." Said the woman in a trembling tone.

"Don't apologize to me ! Apologize to this lady ! You are not necessarily better either

from miss ... Uh what's your name ?" Pramudya turned towards Zara. God, this girl is so beautiful! Although her clothes were simple without make-up but her skin was smooth and smooth.

"Zp... Zara, Sir..." Reply Zara stuttered towards the tall Pramudya.

"I apologize to Miss Zara and it goes to everyone you serve. Canteen name

so ugly because you did !" Pramudya chilled.

"Sorry, Zara..." The cashier apologized by clenching his hands together.

"Yes mbak. Same" Zara replied. "Excuse me..." But Zara's steps stopped when a

a big hand holds his arm.

"Aren't you going to buy the packaged rice?" Ask Pramudya.

"Not so sir. My money just fell somewhere..." Zara replied while glancing in the direction

his arm was held by Pramudya.

"Buy it. I paid for it !" Pramudya replied firmly.

"But sir..."

Pramudya releases his grip and reverses Zara's body. "Buy it! Who do

did she?"

"My grandmother. Every grandmother has washed her blood, would have asked for rice wrap here..." Answer Zara

makes Pramudya surprised.

"Bought it there ! Make your grandmother."

Zara looked at Pramudya with a confused look.

"Have taken. I'll take a drink too !" Pramudya took two tea bottles less

sugar, two cold mineral waters and five doughnut patties.

"Take the rice pack. Go drink

what's?"

Zara was just silent, making Pramudya impatient and then took out two bottles of ordinary tea.

"Ditotal!" Pramudya's orders to the cashier who had been yelled at by him.

"I.iya sir. Total ...."

Pramudya took a hundred thousand dollars and received his change. "Let's go back to the room

the bloodwashing. Your grandmother must be waiting for you."

"Thank you sir..." Zara looked at Pramudya who was walking next to her.

"Pramudy. You call me Pram..."

Zara shook her head. "No courtesy. I keep calling Mr. Pram."

"So, why didn't you just buy the rice?"

"My fifty thousand money fell out of nowhere sir" Zara replied.

"Do you still have money to go home?" Ask Pramudya.

"Still sir. It's just that all of you broke that point..."

Both of them entered the hospital building.

"Pak Pram, thank you for helping me earlier" said Zara while nodding respectfully.

"If you ask for a change..."

"Astaghfirullah's... No Zara. I know that the cost of washing blood is expensive. You're using BPJS?" Ask

Pramudyan.

"Wear but it's maxed out sir. So charge yourself now..."

"Work sir. In the minimarket near the house."

"What area are you in?" Ask Pramudya.

Zara mentioned the area that Pramudya knew there was a densely populated place.

"Are you sure you have money to go home?" Pramudya asked who saw Zara's beautiful face

muddied.

"There sir. You don't have to worry."

"Yes already. I have to go there, Zara. Oma I am on medication there" said Pramudya.

Zara nodded because she knew it was her usual self-checking spot

moneyed people who choose the best doctors.

"Again, thank you, Mr. Pram." Zara slightly bent her body.

"Be careful you go home" Pramudya said before Zara walked into the waiting room where the deliverymen waited for patients in the Hemodialysis room.

Pramudya also walked to the doctor's practice room Sari while carrying a drink order

Omanya.

Sister Dina who saw Pramudya came directly to the man. "Mas Pramudya, Ms. Angela is in Sari's doctor's office now.

"Oh. Let it be." Pramudya also chose to walk to a chair a bit away from the table

where Sister Dina works. Basic Ganjen !

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"So we'll take the bus home, Ra?" Ask Grandma Aisyah after doing the blood washing.

"Yes grandma. I'm sorry, Zara lost money to ride an online motorcycle taxi" Zara replied

holding his grandmother's hand.

"Zara, the money in your ATM is up, right? Next week, grandma doesn't have to wash her blood..."

Grandma Aisyah. "One week only."

"But grandma... "

"Grandma knows you're in financial trouble ... The money from your deceased parents is also already living

a tad... Enough for us to live everyday. Grandma's okay, Zara." Grandma Aisyah

patting his grandson's hand. If necessary, take my life, O God. Poor my grandson

I have to pay for all my treatment...

"I think about it later, Grandma, the important thing is that we go home first. Thankfully, it was Saturday so the bus was not

full" Zara smiled as she saw the bus majoring their house coming.

Pramudya could not remove Zara's face from his mind. In this day and age, women

as beautiful as Zara will certainly get an offer to be a model or something but the girl seems to ignore the natural beauty of her face. Yellow skin Langsat, nose that snaps, lips that are given thin lipstick and eyes.

Oh, my God, her eyes are so pretty. Clear and plain.

"Why are you again Pram? After the tea bottle?" Ask Oma Angela.

"No papa. This is Oma, tea bottle less sugar order Oma" Pramudya replied while

hand over the gray tea bottle.

"Yuk's home. I'm lazy to see sister ngesot..."

Pramudya whispers to Omanya while glancing at Sister Dina makes Oma Angela hit her grandson's shoulder.

"You are ! As long as you say ... Come home. Tell Ilham to take the car in front of the lobby."

Pramudya also took Oma Angela's hand to walk to the hospital lobby after the man called his driver to park their car there.

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