AUTHOR: INDONESIA HERO
Theme: DNA
This morning after that strange incident. Kahar did not go to college, used his unutilized pain permit. Uncle Samsul who came home during the day looked anxious. He wanted to invite Kahar to go to the hospital, but Kahar refused on the grounds of having no cost. Uncle Samsul doesn't care. "I'm your uncle, don't think about the money" Samsul's uncle said.
Kahar understood his uncle's concern. He does not want to be taken to the hospital because he knows this is not an ordinary disease and he could be caught keeping a big secret.
"It's just a cold can, Uncle. I came home too late last night," one day Kahar.
Uncle Samsul could only bend his forehead. This afternoon his nephew won the debate. "Well if you don't want to go to the hospital, at least finish this rice." Kahar's hand immediately received a packet of food.
"Uncle will go again, sorry can't take care of you."
"It's okay, I can take care of myself," said Kahar closing his meeting with uncle.
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Three days Kahar was lying in bed, Clara went back and forth patiently taking care of her special person, like a private nurse, Samsul's uncle said.
All kinds of fruits and vitamins also he brought when visiting morning, afternoon, and night. Even kosan uncle Kahar seems to be a tropical fruit store.
On the fourth day that coincided with the weekend, Kahar's health and energy began to improve. He was able to get out of bed and take a walk. This afternoon Clara visited and brought the submarine pempek as much as three portions.
The sweet girl came with lips that bloomed in a happy red color knowing Kahar had recovered.
"I'm not sure it's suitable to eat when sick," said Kahar while smelling the aroma of pempek sauce that feels spicy.
"Eat it, this one save it for uncle Samsul." Without a doubt, Clara devoured a large spoon of pempek.
Kahar could only silently nod at Clara's behavior. Kahar started tasting pempek, spicy. Very spicy.
"I can't, I'll eat rice." Kahar. Clara laughed proudly.
Kahar laughed, he fell out of his seat and said, "I want to hand this scales over to Professor Setiawan on your advice yesterday."
Kahar pulled out his scales four days ago, he neatly stored them in tightly sealed plastic wrap.
The look on Clara's face changed drastically, now the seriousness of Clara's laughter.
"I'm sure that Professor Setiawan we can trust, and he was able to solve or find something about your scales" Clara said.
Kahar agreed and waited for the right time to ask for help. This time all Kahar thought about was how to spend the submarine pempek diving on the spicy taste too deep.
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The right time may come today, on a Monday morning. Good day said people. Clara and Kahar are waiting for Professor
Setiawan in front of the department room from the morning before class starts.
"Is your pain completely healed?" ask Clara who's getting bored.
"Calm down, they're gone" Kahar replies, trying to kill Clara's boredom.
"Have you made an appointment or told Prof?"
Kahar shook his head languidly, "Not yet."
"Good."
Classes will start in ten minutes, lecturers like again will enter. Clara was getting impatient. Kahar is still waiting. The sound of footsteps finally sounded from the end of the corridor.
"That's Prof!" sahut Clara turned towards the old man in an 80s-style outfit. Their wait finally paid off. Kahar looked carelessly at Professor Setiawan.
"You've recovered?" asked Professor Setiawan to stop his steps in front of Kahar and Clara.
"Already, Prof," replied Kahar briefly.
"Good, come to class or something you're looking forward to?" ask once Professor Setiawan looks Kahar right in his eyes.
"Prof, I have a request" Kahar said with hope.
"Speak fast." Professor Setiawan's hand has been holding the doorknob. As much as Kahar could, he spoke quickly.
"Please be careful of this." Kahar thrust out a transparent plastic bag containing his scales.
Professor Setiawan's hand is off turning the doorknob. He had the best grip on the package.
"Fish scales? You think my professor's degree is just for researching fish scales?" professor Setiawan said in a polite tone.
"That's not fish scales, Prof," Clara replied convincingly. "That's the scales that came from Kahar's body" Clara said.
Professor Setiawan just smiled cynically at Clara's explanation. There was no sign that Professor Setiawan wanted to examine the scales. "I'm busy sorry."
Kahar and Clara did not give up. They continued to plead with Professor Setiawan, telling him how frustrated Kahar was with the scales covering his body since childhood, if only Professor Setiawan wanted to research, Kahar would be relieved eventually.
Finally, Professor Setiawan collapsed with the firmness of Kahar and Clara. He eventually relented and agreed to Kahar and Clara's request to examine Kahar's body scales.
"Alright, I'll help you research this scale of your body. But you have to wait patiently, because I still have to finish some tasks first" Professor Setiawan said in a soft tone.
Kahar and Clara were very pleased with Professor Setiawan's decision. They both continued to follow Professor Setiawan into the laboratory room, where Professor Setiawan would keep the subject of Kahar's scales. After saving the scales, Kahar and Clara decided to go to class.
"This research is not as fast as I said. Three months, at the end of the semester maybe the results can come out, given my busyness," explained Professor Setiawan.
Kahar and Clara didn't bother about it. They bowed and thanked me a lot. Professor Setiawan nodded once and returned to the majors room.
"We're late for class, right?" Kahar looked towards Clara.
"Run!"
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Due to yesterday's illness, Kahar and Clara did not apply for Zico's job. Instead, they work in the food court on every Sunday night. Wages earned enough to save, count preparing to adventure later.
With a fake smile on his face, Kahar serves graciously while constantly monitoring other guests for too long to wait because they know that this is one of the keys to the success of their food stand.
Kahar and Clara worked quickly and precisely. "Bang, bring this order for table two, ASAP!" clara orders while cooking food. The division of duties is clear, Kahar takes the order and delivers it and Clara cooks.
That night, Kahar and Clara food stands continue to be crowded visited by visitors who want to enjoy delicious food and friendly service. Kahar and Clara worked hard to fulfill all the orders that came, while continuing to be friendly and polite to everyone who came.
On the same night, suddenly comes a guest whom Kahar knows very well, Zico with his new girlfriend, Isma. Zico has just gained Isma's heart through a poem. Isma is a student of Garuda Nusantara University majoring in Communication Sciences. Kahar and Clara smiled, but the smile was more towards teasing the nervous looking Zico.
Zico and Isma sat longer than other visitors, they deliberately waited as hard as to wait for the two friends to sit together on a bench.
Pretty late at night on coffee. And, finally the rest of Zico and Isma. This was when the four of them could gather.
"Well, congratulations. Finally not single anymore," ledek Clara.
Isma looked timid. Zico was ready with the counterattack phrase, "So, when are you guys coming?"
Kahar was silent for a moment. Zico felt that he won this time. Kahar smiled, followed by Clara's smile. "We? I also actually do not know, said dating also does not. I never shot Clara. Isn't that right, Bang?" ask Kahar to Clara.
"Yes, Bang."
"Am I with Clara getting married" said Kahar teasing Clara.
The four of them laughed. Indeed, for any moment, it is worth celebrating with coffee.
At the end of the night, after their food stand closed, Kahar and Clara were very satisfied with their work. Isma and Zico have already said goodbye.
They feel proud of the food stand they run, and feel happy to make their guests feel satisfied with the service provided. Kahar and Clara came home with smiles on their faces, feeling very happy with the work they were doing.
On the bike, Clara said, "Do you have the mind to learn to control your power?"