The Stupid Barbie's
Vaccination Tragedy

Dhira landed himself in the passenger seat in relief. After a long struggle, he finally managed to get his brother into the car as well. Even in a rather horrible way.

"Sir Budi, let's go," said Dhira while thrusting a paper to Mr. Budi who has been standing by in the steering chair since.

"Dhiraa .. not now first, yes," persuaded Rana with enlarged eyeballs. The shadow of a syringe that was ready to tear his arm, he really could not let go. He wanted to run out of the car, but look at him now, his appearance was messy because it had run out with Dhira and .. both his hands were handcuffed by the 5th grade Elementary boy. I don't know where Dhira got it.

Dhira only responded to her brother's plea with a sharp glare. Then his hand opened the book that he had prepared since. If it wasn't for his father's orders, he wouldn't have done this. Taking care of Kak Rana, more troublesome than having to take care of a baby under five years old.

"Come on, Raa .. today Rana's sister has a fever. So, it will definitely not be vaccinated. We better go home, than ngerepotin Pak Budi," he said as if they were in the car Budi sir.

"So we've checked the temperature. Normal really," said Dhira emphasized the word "Normal".

"Huh! That's Broken Dhira .. hot big sister gini kok." Both of his handcuffed hands touched his forehead.

"Udah checked twenty times, the result is still the same. The tool is also not damaged. If Rana's sister still doesn't believe it, then we can check again there."

"Dhiraaa." increasingly pleaded.

"No."

"Norhana ...."

"Lod."

"Huh, Dhira is not cool ah," Rana's murmur pursed his lips. Capek also persuaded his sister.

Dhira just glanced lazily, then refocused with his reading.

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Dr Clinic. Broto

The king frowned for a moment, then cleared his throat. He opened his doctor's suit. A moment later two buttons on his white shirt were open. One or two sweat droplets have sprung up in the eel, even though Ac in this room has never been turned off.

It was a tiring day, it turned out that studying at school was more fun than having to deal with various kinds of patients this father.  If it wasn't because he was avoiding someone, he would be having fun at school with them. But no matter, yet confined in this room is still better, than having a cold war with a friend who was once close.

Tok tok!

The king immediately rose from his leaning position. His right hand, which had been inserted into his pocket, was now given to open the door of the room. There must be another patient, a little bored.

Kreeks!

The door opened, the King's eyes were immediately fixed on the cute-faced girl who was now also looking at him.

"Ekhm," Dhira cleared his throat. Who is this guy? Not yet known, dare to look at her brother for a long time. Daaan .. ups, the shirt isn't perfectly installed!

Dhira's gaze was instantly sharp gesturing for the guy to immediately lighten his appearance. He was uncomfortable, also did not want the ending of his brother would be tempted.

The king was wrong. Turns out the shirt wasn't fitted nicely. The two buttons were still open as if allowing everyone to look at his chest. Hurry up he put up those two damn things.

"You need a vaccine" Dhira handed over the files her mother had prepared from the house.

The king immediately received the file, then read it at a glance.

"Oh, his son Om Cipto?"

"Yes, Rana wants a vaccine" replied Dhira about to step foot into the room.

"Dhiro!" Rana suddenly held her sister's hand. "We're going home, yuk! entar told Papa that Kak Rana had a vaccine," persuaded Rana expectantly.

Dhira looked at his brother lazily, as soon as he immediately pulled his brother's hand to quickly enter the room.

"If Kak Rana still insists on not wanting a vaccine, Dhira guarantees Drakor's collection will be scorched in the blink of an eye" Thira asserted. He never messed with what he had intended let alone said, including blocking his brother's girlfriend number.

The king sat in his chair, slightly smiling faintly at the behavior of these sisters. The older brother is childish, while the younger brother even pretentious as if he was an adult. He then recorded his prospective patients this time. Her name is Rana puspakarina. A beautiful name, and so is her face. Just ignore why this girl's handcuffed. Where there's a fugitive as beautiful as this.

Several questionnaires were submitted. Rana just answered him with a steady nod, cough yes, cold yes, fever yes, allergies also yes. But of course his sister immediately denied all that. Say that his brother is healthy wal afiat no complaints at all.

The king slightly frowned confusedly, but then he trusted the words of the younger brother. This girl must have been terrified of needles, and maybe, that was also the reason behind her handcuffed hands in such a way.

Temperature checks were performed, the results were normal. But Rana insisted on asking for repetition. The pretext is easy, the temperature check tool is damaged and he feels his body temperature rises 3× times than usual. Where is there such a thing? But that's okay, the King is aware of it and is willing to repeat his temperature checks.

Check blood pressure, the results are normal. Now, there was no longer any reason for Rana to escape the demonic syringe she had been afraid of all this time.

"Dok, slowly, yes, I phobia the same needle," said Rana holding the hand of the King who was about to carry out his duties.

"Jarum syringe, Ra," said the King somewhat chuckled.

"Yes, that means. Dhira, please brother dong! Temenin or what, cake!" rana shouted at her sister who was sitting far away from her.

Dhira just turned his head lazily, then was busy looking through the array of books available at the table next to him. Bodo is very.

"No pain, just like being bitten by an ant" said the King trying to calm down, while touching Rana's arm.

"Huh, all the doctors said that. Yes, the syringe is so long it doesn't hurt," said Rana, but with cold sweat that has poured everywhere.

"King only, not 'Doctor', we are the same age," said the King then thrust the needle without warning.

"King!!" rana shouted spontaneously pulling the left hand of the man.

"Argh..." The king closed his eyes in pain, it was possible that this chick would even bite his hand mercilessly like this.

"Udah, Ra, already" said the King somewhat gasping. If he was not a guy, he would have shouted as loudly as possible. Even if it could, it was louder than the scream of Rana who almost broke her eardrum.

"Udah?" rana asked confusedly, spontaneously releasing the King's hand. "No pain yes, it turns out," his prenges were sinless.