Heart Words.
Chapter 01's
Kana sits in front of a handsome but cold single man who also seems haughty. As Kana knows, the man works as a surgeon who lives alone in his apartment. His name was Arif, which is what Kana heard when they shook hands a few minutes ago.
“I will give you a salary so.” Arif gives a piece of paper along with a list of the work Kana will do as her ART.
Kana read it carefully then she raised her hand. “Can I ask, Sir?”
“Please.”
“I don't need to stay here, right?”
“Yes. You just have to come in the morning, do your job until it's done. After that you can go home.”
“Do I have to clean my apartment every day?” ask Kana. A question that made Arif raise one eye eyebrow.
“Do you have to eat every day?” Arif asked a question back.
“Iya, Sir. Because every day I'm hungry.” Answer Kana innocently.
“Soever with dust, every day they must be there. So every day you have to come clean. That's why I hired ART. Know?”
“Iya, Sir. Sorry, I just asked. You see, I think you live alone, so. good sir, I will work hard every day!” Kana changed her sentence once she realized the change in expression of her prospective employer.
“Is there anything else you want to ask? About the salary I give, maybe?”
“My work is just, bebers, bebersih, nyuci same clothes nyetrika doang, right, sir?”
“Ya.”
“Then, this is enough, Sir.” replied Kana steadily.
Arif frowned slightly. Usually ART-ART before, whenever asked the same question, they always bid to be raised another hundred or two hundred for various reasons. But, Kana was quite cooperative apparently.
“OK. Well then, all the rules are on that paper. Read carefully. If there is something you want to ask, you can ask through my phone number there.”
“Good Sir.” replied Kana.
“This is my apartment key.”
“Lho, I started work today, Sir?” Kana asked with a confused expression.
“What do you think when? New year's end?”
“I think tomorrow.”
“Today you can't start yet? Not that you said you weren't working anywhere.”
“Iya, but.. I'm afraid that I will be left alone without supervision. Afraid something is wrong.” Replied Kana who was again so as it was to make Arif now raise both eyebrows.
“You're really 25 years old, right?”
“True dong, Sir. I have seen my ID card. That's the original ID sir, I, mah, don't have money to make a nipu-nipu.”
“Not that I mean.” Arif took a breath. “Usia 25 years I think it is quite responsible and can choose also sort out which ones can make you in trouble or not.”
Kana nodded slowly.
“Use your brain and make the rules I wrote as a guide. I not only need deft and risky ART, but also have to be initiative. Know?”
“Ngerti Pak.” Kana nodded. Then he reached out to pick up the keys to the apartment that had just been placed on the table.
“There's more you want to ask before I leave for work.”
“For now, I will read first Sir, the rules. If you have any follow-up questions, please yes sir I text Mr.”
“SMS? You can use the modem here. I have written the password.”
“Anu, Sir.” Kana took out a small box and old box. “Hape me, hape dinosaur era, belom can use internet. Usually make the same call sms aja.” Grunts adorned a plain face without makeup.
Arif sighed. There is a sense of concern to see how young people of the age of Kana still survive with such old-school electronics, when everyone his age has been racing to use a smart phone.
“Alright, but I do not bear the cost of the credit expenditure you used to contact me.”
“Quiet, Sir. I use a free call and sms package for all operators.” Kana smiled proudly telling the package she was using.
“Good.” Arif stood up while looking at his watch. “I have to leave now. Remember, before going home, make sure the middle room light is on, and all curtains are closed.”
“Good Sir.” Kana stood up, she followed Arif to the door.
“Oh, one more.” Arif suddenly turned around, until Kana who was right behind him almost fell because she was so surprised. Arif's reflex caught Kana's hand, holding the girl's body from falling which could have left her tailbone likely injured by a minor mistake.
“Hey, be careful!” Arif pulled Kana until Kana's body that was not as tall as Arif stood up straight again. “Your tailbone can be injured. Do not walk too close behind someone. Know?”
“I-iya Pak.”
Arif took a breath. This girl hasn't started working yet, but it has made me sigh many times.
“One more time, don't call me Father, or Sir. I don't like to hear it.”
“So I have to call what?” ask Kana. The girl stared innocently at her master.
“Call me Doctor. Doctor Arif.”
“Oh. Good Mr. Doctor.. Good Doctor.. Doctor Arip.”.
Kontan Arif's eyes widened as well as his two eyebrows that moved up.
“Ariff. Wear F. Not Arip. A-R-I-J. Know?”
“Eh.. Yes, understand Pa-eh, Doc, I know.”
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Travelling Arif from his apartment entrusted to the girl who came from a small village in a village, Kana sat on a floor, leaning against the body of a sofa shaped like a large L.
“OK, let's read whatever Doctor Arip wrote.” Kana said to herself.
One by one he read the rule points written by Arif.
Soon his old-fashioned phone rang with his trademark ringtone. Mother's name is on that little yellow screen.
“Yes, Mom. Okay, really, kind of cynical, but good. He's doctor. But Kana doesn't know what doctor she is. Yes, start work today, but now Kana again read the rules that Can and Can not do here. Yes, ma'am, Kana will be careful. Pray for Kana, yes, Mom. Yes.”
Tut!
After a brief conversation between the child and the mother, Kana goes back to reading the next rule that makes her have to reread twice.
“Washing clothes should be separated according to color? Huh huh? White with white. Black with black. Batik clothes do not use the washing machine but just rubbed. What about red, yellow, blue, purple, green? Should it be split up too?”
Kana immediately marked the point to ask later after she finished reading all the rules.
The next point back made him frown.
“No entry into main room.” Kana rubbed her nose when feeling confused. “Then how can I clean and clean the room? The room is dust-proof, right? Okay, markin!”
After reading the whole rules and nothing else needs to be flagged to ask Arif. Kana got up, he went around the apartment to make her familiar with the circumstances and places of storage of cleaning tools and objects before he started working. He even looked into every storage cabinet in the kitchen to get to know the situation in the kitchen in order to make it easier for him to look for this and that, to store this and that.
Kana was quite meticulous even though she looked fragile and frivolous.
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“Siang, Doc.” Her assistant sister greeted when Arif came and entered her room.
“Siang.” Arif answered while putting his phone and bag on his desk.
“Lesu very, Doc. Haven't got the ART yet?” ask the nurse while giving the patient file.
“Already, this morning he has come and today he started directly working. But.. huft.”
“Wah, there's a tap, why, Doc? More parents coming?” ask Sister Mira, the assistant sister who is like her own sister so senior sister Mira.
“Not.” Arif shakes. “Still quite young, but...what yes, I feel he will work sucks and reckless.”
“Then why received, Doc?”
“Entah lah, even so, he looks quite..”.
“Cantics?”
“Hei!”
“Hehehe, joking, Doc.”
“That's it, why so discuss my ART. What about the patient who was from the ICU yesterday, has he been transferred to treatment?”
“Already, Doc. The situation is also gradually good.”
“OK, there is a schedule of visits today, right?” ask Arif while reading the new patient files.
“Iya, Doc. Later four o'clock in the afternoon.”
Arif nodded.
“Oh yes, Doc. Actually, there was a Doctor.” The Sister said.
“Who? Patient?”
The nurse nodded. “The person is very beautiful, Doc, like the artist..duh who is the name of the artist, who played the film Wing-Wings with Nicolas Saputra. Oh, Ariel Tatum. That's right, Doc. Similar to Ariel Tatum.”
Instantly, Arif's hand movement that was turning the patient's file page stopped. His eyes no longer focused on reading, although his face still pointed at the file. His throat suddenly dried up like an arid desert without an oasis.
“Then.... ahem, where is he?”
“Ndon't know, Doc. I think I waited a long time in the waiting chair, but now I don't see anymore. Maybe you're home, Doc. She's coming in pretty early, Doc.”
Arif nodded, then continued the movement of his hand.
“Yes, let it go. Tell him, if he comes again, ask him to make an appointment first. Don't haphazardly meet at work hours, because I have patients that I have to prioritize.” Arif said with his tone of voice that turned cold and firm to the point of making the senior sister become somewhat stunned.
“Ngerti?”
“B-good Doc.”
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