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Bastian's Confusion
Although the IGD waiting room is not crowded by family patients but risky for Bastian to approach Safitri let alone invite him to chat. Bastian drew his body closer to Ismail and whispered as his eyeballs spun around, afraid that anyone would hear what he was about to tell Ismail.
"You take him quietly to my office right now, and remember not to show any attention" Bastian said before leaving to leave the IGD waiting room.
Ishmael turned to Safitri with mixed feelings of pity, confusion and anxiety. Pity that Safitri the village girl will be dealing with rude powerful men.
'Neng, come with me." take Ismail to Safitri who is replied with tired eyes that are so resigned.
Safitri followed Ismail down the hospital corridor to get to the Bastian workspace on the 11th floor of the hospital. While in the elevator Safitri was silent 1000 languages with his tired gaze, Ismail occasionally glanced at the girl.
Ting.
Right on the 11th floor the elevator door opened Ismail stepped first out of the elevator followed by a small step Safitri.
"Mas Rico Mas Rico, why is the problem so complicated like this. Haissstt.bingung my forehead." murmured Ismail spoke to himself while shaking his head with a confused face.
Several nurses who knew Ismail stared in surprise as they passed him.
"Liatin sis, eventually mgejomblo so like to talk alone. Ihhh pity ya handsome stress." whispered a nurse to his friend while shuddering.
"Husstt." replied his friend blinking while shaking his head.
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Chequelek
"Excuse me sir, he's already here." Ismail respectfully told his parents.
"Bring him in." orders Bastian who is sitting in his proud work chair.
Ismail allowed Safitri to enter Bastian's workspace, very calmly and without feeling groggy or afraid Safitri stepped lightly into the room.
Safitri immediately caught the figure of an old man who was approximately 70 years old with wrinkles that appear almost all over the face of the neck and also the backs of his palms that knit each other to support the chin with a table as the base.
Bastian moved the index and middle fingers of his right hand towards Ismail as a code to get him out of the room and Ismail understood immediately. As soon as Ismail came out, he closed the door to Bastian's office.
Now live Bastian and Safitri in a room that is quite large with white shades that dominate. For a few minutes they stared at each other with different eyes.
"Huh, quite calm and confident this girl, even though she is just a village girl. I don't see any nervousness in her, she's really a brave girl." Bastian told Safitri.
"What's your name?" bastian's question broke the silence between the two of them.
"Safitri Abah." Safitri replied briefly without any expression.
"Huh? What did you call me?" bastian asked in surprise to convince his hearing.
"Change. Did I call Abah wrong? The Fitri period should call it moyok (ngeledek)," replied Safitri who was still sticky with Sundanese accent.
"Morridges? Who's the monyong?" Bastian began to rise in blood hearing a word he thought was disrespectful coming out of Safitri's mouth.
"Not Abah's monyong but moyok, it means naon nyak? Emm...Antosan sakedap (wait a minute)....What is the language of Jakarta mah ngeledek yes it is Abah. I mean kuring joking." replied Safitri as his hand scratched his temple overgrown with hair increasingly makes Bastian more confused and widened.
"Hahaha." Laughter broke out in Bastian's study because Safitri's plain attitude and the village entertained Bastian.
Bastian who was born from Dutch Javanese descent clearly does not understand the Sundanese language, although he also has a home in the western Java region but it is difficult for Bastian to understand Sundanese.
"Wis wis.. use the correct Indonesian language, do not use the gado gado language to make us not connect" said Bastian ended his laughter.
Safitri sat with his body upright facing Bastian like a secretary ready to take orders from his boss.
"How much are you getting paid for my grandson to pretend to be his wife?" bastian asked directly to the point it seemed like he did not want to beat around the bush and put on his arrogant face again.
"Kunaon ieu great-granddaughter jeung incu, naha sipatna sarua exactly, easy to tear and dizzy (This grandfather is the same grandchild why exactly the same nature, easily changed to make dizzy)" inward Safitri is confused by Bastian's rapidly changing attitude.
"Why silence?" ask Bastian back.
"Sorry Abah, Fitri is confused by Abah's question." Safitri replied as he folded his hands in front of his chest.
"What makes you confused?" back Bastian asked while frowning.
Bastian changed his sitting position he leaned his body on the pride chair while crossing his legs.
"I was forced to marry Abah's grandson because we were raided by the people in my village, it was all the work of Abah's perverted and insolent grandson not because I was paid the same Abah's grandson." safitri replied while pouting.
"Huh? In gerebek? what did you two do to get to the people's church?" Bastian is confused by Safitri's explanation.
"Two days ago Aa passed out at Fitri's house during the night for some reason and what need to come to Fitri's house. Finally he fell asleep until morning in the living room of Fitri's house. Well in the morning wake up accidentally Fitri kesandung the same mats continue nubruk si Aa run out that he even swooped Fitri and it turns out fitting the incident the residents already wanted Fitri's house from last night because Aa's car was in the yard of Fitri's house, yes we have finally raided the same residents continue to be forced to marry siri in my village." obviously Safitri started out his chatty without commas and dots.
between believing and not believing Bastian digested Safitri's explanation, how could a Kemal want to approach a girl like Safitri because he knows very well the attitude of his grandson who will not carelessly approach or even do perverted things as Safitri said.
"What is the evidence that you are married." insisted Bastian.
Safitri opened a sling bag from pandan leather from his work, then issued two sheets of serial marriage certificate and series marriage certificate issued by the village government and handed it to Bastian.
Bastian received the two pieces of the letter and noticed every detail of the contents listed on it and how surprised he was when Bastian noticed the signature on the stamp.
"Rico?" instantly Bastian's face turned shocked mixed with anxiety.
Bastian took his phone located on the table always connected to someone's number.
"Get inside." Bastian's orders hung up as soon as he finished talking.
Shortly after, Ismail returned to the Bastian room.
"Take him home." Bastian ordered Ismail, who was immediately replied with a nod of respect.
"Let's come with me." Ishmael invited Safitri to follow.
"Is," call Bastian as Ismail almost steps out.
"Call her madam." Bastian ordered.
"Sorry Mister. All right." replied Bastian while slightly bowing.
As soon as Ismail and Safitri were out of his study, Bastian's eyes did not switch from Rico's signature.
"Coco. Why did the child suddenly appear again after so long and since when?" bastian muttered in wonder.
"I need to talk to Susan, this can't be allowed. What about the girl if Rico returns to being Kemal? Ahh .. There's just a problem they're making." bastian muttered and walked out of his study.
To be continued.......
