Just a Servant
to the workshop

"There are two ways that can be taken by Mr. Bagas. First, Mr. Bagas can perform surgery, then proceed with therapy. Because Mr. Bagas has not been running for too long, of course Mr. Bagas must have a lot of training..."

"The second. Pak Bagas can do acupuncture therapy. Of course, exercise too, to make the muscles of the legs that have not been used for a long time is back strong to support the body of Mr. Bagas..."

"Hows it? Mr. Bagas wants surgery or acupuncture...?" Ask Tony then.

"According to the doctor's advice how?" Bagas finally asked back.

"Ep... If the surgery, it may be faster, while if acupuncture it must be gradual, but it also depends on the confidence and perseverance of Mr. Bagas himself to practice..."

Mas Bagas looked at me and doctor Ridwan asked for an opinion.

"Pak Bagas please consider first well... I will stay here for the next three days. After that I have to go back to Singapore..." Doctor Tony said when it appeared that Mas Bagas still needed time to think.

"While Mr. Bagas was weighing up. I'm sorry, it felt like I had to say goodbye first, sir. Soon I will have to complete a seminar at a university... " At last, Tony's doctor asked himself.

Mas Bagas nodded, he already knew about Tony's doctor's activity plan so he could not hold it for longer.

"You're leaving with me, Wan?" Ask Dr. Tony to Dr. Ridwan.

Doctor Ridwan turned to Bagas.

"Gas, I'll go straight with Tony. Are you okay with me staying?"

"Yes, it's nothing..." Answer Mas Bagas.

Finally, as agreed, Bagas and I returned to the hotel while Dr. Ridwan stayed behind to go to the seminar with his old friend Doctor Tony.

"How do you think Nur?" Bagas asked me as we were on our way back to the hotel.

"About the treatment, mas?" I asked to confirm what he was asking. Mas Bagas nodded.

"I really, more inclined to acupuncture yes, mas... Acupuncture may take longer to heal than surgery, but the risk is smaller...Hearing the operation word my shadow was so horrified..." Honestly answered.

"Gery how...?" Ask Bagas.

"Yes..."

I have not had time to answer, suddenly felt the speed of the vehicle driven by Mr. Agus a little oreng. Our attention immediately shifted forward.

"What's up, sir?" Ask Bagas to Agus.

Mr. Agus did not immediately answer, but he immediately dismissed his brother.

"Sorry, sir. There seems to be a problem with his bosh arm..." Mr. Agus said then while getting out of the car to check further.

I turned to Bagas to see his reaction. He seemed to take a long breath.

"OK yes, there's-there's just..." Said slowly.

I looked outside... I look at the situation around me.

"If it is true according to Mr. Agus that his bosh arm is damaged, we must call this mechanic..." I said. Bagas looked at me.

"What do you know bosh arm is?" Ask.

"Know it... Bosh arm is part of the legs of the car. If the bosh arm is damaged, the car's speed is also negligent..." Reply lightly. Another with a Bagas mas who was directly staring with a frown furrowed at me.

"You know where it came from?" Ask.

"Know from...." Instantly I dug up memories. There's no memory of that.

"He he he doesn't know." I grimaced "But I really know what a bosh arm is..." I quickly convinced him.

"Yes. yeah..." He said while glaring. I can only shrug my shoulders to see it.

"I'm down, yeah, mas..." I said. Mas Bagas nodded. I got out of the car too.

Next to the car door that was still open, I again circulated my gaze. The view around me is not foreign...

"Yes, sir... Do you have an app?" It turns out that Bagas agreed with my idea.

"There's sir... Wait a minute, I'm trying to find ojol first..." Said Mr. Agus.

After waiting for a few minutes, finally a driver came. Mr. Agus then asked to be delivered to the nearest workshop. I waited in the car with Bagas.

Actually, Bagas took me back to the hotel in a taxi, but I said,

"Wait until this car is handled by the right person, just left. Poor Mr. Agus, if left now..."

Bagas agreed. Therefore, we also waited until Mr. Agus returned with the officers from the workshop he went to.

A few minutes passed.Nearly an hour, only Pak Agus came with two men who wore motorcycles. Agus went with one of them.

"How's it?" Ask Bagas directly when Pak Agus just got off the motorcycle.

"Look, sir, I'll drive this car slowly to the workshop..." Said mr. Agus.

"What is it? Wouldn't it be better to call a crane?" Ask Bagas again.

"It seems like nothing sir, the workshop is not far away..." Said mr. Agus.

Finally with the guard of two young men riding motorcycles, the car drove very slowly towards the workshop in question.

Thank God the car is safe until the workshop.

Bagas and I got out of the car and waited for the car to be checked. While Bagas sat in the guest seat. I'm still circulating my gaze around the workshop area.

The shop was quite large and clean. To the left of the entrance, a row of storefronts where various spare parts are placed, along with a work table that seems to be used for the cashier table.

While on the right side of the entrance there are tools to do sporing and balancing the car, dealing with the computer.

On the inner wall, various brands of car tires almost filled the wall. Just leaving a window and a door through.

"Mas, if you'll excuse me to go to the toilet first..." I said. Mas Bagas nodded, I immediately stepped up. Passing through the cashier table whose person is watching the computer in front of him.

I immediately stepped through the door, and immediately turned to the right. There are a few simple toilet beds lined up.

I entered one of them. Pour, then wash your face. Ih, what a taste. After about an hour more hot on the side of the road waiting for Pak Agus earlier.

Out of the toilet, I still took a moment to look at my appearance.

Stay beautiful as always...

Praise me with a confident smile.

I turned around and was about to step back to where Bagas was waiting, when suddenly...

KLONBUT....!

"Astagfirulah..." I said in surprise as I looked towards the origin of the voice.

I saw a bushel rolling towards me, and it had already spilled its contents. Not far from there was a mother standing glued to me, her gaze was exactly like the one who saw ghosts during the day. Pale and full of shock.

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