The Way of Love for the Doctor
SEASON 1 Part 2's. Old Widow Onion!

I don't know what each of Bambang's grunts mean. But for God's sake I hope he's not the kind of baperan plus vindictive. Half of it I keep thinking he's too handsome and young to be the director of a hospital.

Waiting for him to speak was torture. I have put my effort into apologizing.

"Let's forget it, we're here for work. I'm sorry I hit you too." And I heaved a sigh of relief, it turned out that he did not mind it.

"Thank you Sir. I really don't know my boss's father."

"You just got promoted from the branch instead."

"Yes sir."

"Hmm, so young, it's been promoted to Head of Section." Why didn't he mention himself, too young for the Director.

"I'm 34 not young anymore sir. I've been in this group for over ten years." I'm proud of my achievements, no one knows how much I've worked hard.

"Ohhh I think you're younger than that. It turns out we're only 5 years apart." I smile. Turns out this Bambang is not a four heads. He's more impressive for a man who hasn't head four.

"All right, we'll just go straight to work."

Congratulations, at least he did not take heart for the lack of my teachings.

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"Still not married? Time?" I just found out that Bambang is a single from my assistant Dhea here.

"Yes Ma'am, .. workaholics. Deifying work. Mr. Director has his own pharmacy and clinic network business. Plus he's a partner counsel to lawyers for special cases of malpractice."

"Gay yeah?"

"The truth is not Mom, just yes the person does like work, maybe she thinks the girl is disturbing when she. He said he had been divorced. Many are crazy about him. Some doctors have been involved in dating him. But the rumor Mr. Director has anti-commitment. But kaya ehmm. deg-degan ya ma'am if his girlfriend is rich... Too h*ot."

I smiled at Dhea's words. Yes, it is too difficult to resist, with the brew that is sometimes allowed to grow a little. You can imagine a lot of things.

"Hmmm. Yes, it's not our business. Each has his own life."

"Mom is single Mom. Not interested in joining the candidate market?" Dhea teasing me.

"I'm more interested in the quietness of life... Yes, I want to go home first. Don't forget to ask the kids to do what I ask. Say we meet tomorrow."

"Ready Ma'am."

I'm getting ready to go home. There's a problem at home, Ardy my youngest brother, I have to talk to him after this.

It's 7 p.m. It's nice to go home at this hour even though it's still stuck but at least a little faster than coming home at 6.

Someone arrived beside me as I was in front of the elevator. It turns out Bambang, why my brain likes to call it Bambang.

"Oh Miss Melisa, you're going home." He kindly greeted me first. Udah handsome, mapan, bule, baritonenya sound make lemes. How he did not calm down, who gave himself as he volunteered a lot. Stay put, my brain now comes to imagine many things about this Bambang.

"Yes Sir, ..." I smiled at him. "Oh yes sweep his hands I clean first, later I return it to the Father." But old school because it still uses a handkerchief. Rich is my Papa Mama's generation. The current generation brought tissue doang.

"Anciently yes..." He smiled as he discussed the handkerchief, as he still remembered what I said this morning.

"I. I. I mean now rarely bring a handkerchief Sir. I'm sorry again... That's not to take the heart of sir."

"It won the old-fashioned." He laughed to himself. It turns out he can laugh at himself. I'm not so tense anymore.

"Do you want me to have dinner downstairs?"

"Ehh? Any dinner? Now?" I have to go home talking to Ardy can't stop by anywhere anymore right now.

"I'm sorry there's no family business, sir..."

"Ohh, how many kids?" The question of Indonesian cliches, it looks like this bule is indeed native Jakarte it turns out. I grimaced myself...

"I'm single happy sir..." He nodded but then did not ask again. I know maybe he avoided singles expecting him. Fear of PHP. PHP in Head finance is a hassle.

"Then I go first, sir. Mr Night"

"Yes night..." I left him and walked straight to the basement elevator.

He's anti-commitment type. And he doesn't know I'm anti-commitment, let alone think of an affair with someone like him, that's not going to happen. Our clinking elevator already reached the ground floor then.

"You can't make trouble keep Dy? Do you make money that you love? You think we're family kolongmerat?! Can you think of my sister too!?"

I was angry at my youngest brother. Since seven years ago after Papa fully retired I have borne the expenses of the family. Papa's savings money runs out because suddenly Papa turns out to have kidney failure due to diabetes and complications that he has long suffered.

Even that did not help because finally after fighting three years Papa died.

My salary is big, but my burden is big too. Mukai from home expenses, college costs for my two sisters, to the cost of my second sister's wedding even I bear. Fortunately this year finally from my three sisters live Ardy who has undergone the fourth semester. I can breathe a little.

And this Ardy wins a slumber because he's the only and youngest boy.

"Udah Mel, let's love Mama." My mom's money is from me too. What difference...

"She asked for more from me Ma. He spent his money on the rich he was the son of the rich. Mama don't let go Ma."

"So bad, people don't need socialization. This is Jakarta Kak, I don't want to be a kuper!" And she was so happy to argue with me because she knew Mama would defuse me. Not once did he ask for money for a case that could make me blood up.

"Eh Dy, if you want to spend your own money. I charge you so you can make your own money. Lecture that is really sono, post-secondary GPA, studying not really, dating, clubbing rich children of rich people, you if you repeat the course again do not expect me to pay! Sono drop out!"

Ardy was silent with my anger. But looking at me fiercely.

"Easy Mel, later Mama who paid pa pa pa pa pa pa..."

"Ma, don't forget he mulu Ma. Cape I'm horrified. It's my money I'm looking for, let's make him a pitya-foya."

"It's like finding a rich man.... Don't get rich' old widow bring it up, ask for a little money just ngomelnya to the end of the world."

"Lu said what huh!" I came to Ardy and now stand in front of Ardy. "Try again! Never buy rice, dare you talk again?!"

"Udah ..already! Ardy!" Now Mama is screaming.

"Why? You think I don't dare?! Old widow bawel!" And a slap flew into his face. He saw me not believing, he thought I didn't dare to beat him...

"Gue hates you!" And he's gone from home.

"You don't have to go back!"