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Su-bawel-O Selamat Ulang Tahun!

"Rumah sakit korban lelaki Ny. Bawel" adalah julukan yang tepat untuk kamar kost di Setiabudi Tengah 21 itu ;) Dokternya adalah seorang mbak baek hati yang kadang kala bawelnya nggak ketulungan, sampai-sampai dia terkenal dengan panggilan "Bawel", yang diberikan oleh adiknya sendiri. Ruang prakteknya cuma kamar 2.5 x 3 meter, yang dipenuhi barang2 berwarna pink.

Penyakit yang disembuhkan sangat spesifik : broken heart, yang gejalanya macam2 : mulai dari menangis sampai mata bengkak2, perubahan sifat dari pendiam mendadak jadi cerewet, mengurung diri di kamar kost (padahal udara Jakarta panasnya minta ampun, dan tidak ada ac di kost ini), atau justru kelayapan dari pagi sampai malam.Biasanya saya membantu suplai rumah sakit ini dengan menyediakan kasur lipat untuk pasien yang butuh menginap, hehehe.

Selain menyembuhkan penyakit itu, sang dokter juga memberikan terapi - tips dan trik untuk menghadapi penyebab penyakit akut itu. Oh well, sayangnya tips dan trik itu sangat susah untuk diterapkan. Contohnya : harus tega sama cowok. Service lain yang diberikan oleh sang dokter adalah screening potential relationship. Apakah layak atau tidak untuk diteruskan. Tinggalkan saja cowok-cowok gak jelas yang cuma mau main-main, sebelum kamu ditinggalkan. "Tante" (sebutan lain buat Bawel) membantu mendeteksi apakah cowok ini OK atau enggak. Sayangnya juga, candidates yang saya ajukan tidak pernah mendapat approval, selalu saja di-reject, tapi saya sih teteup keukeuh, hehehe. Keukeuh adalah predikat yang ditempelkan oleh mbak satu ini ke dahi saya. *Bawel, susah cari yang masuk di standarmu :) *

Mengikuti kemajuan teknologi, sang dokter juga melayani on-line treatment melalui yahoo messenger. Pesan yang saya terima tadi pagi, selama saya masih konsultasi dengan dia, dijamin saya baik2 saja, hahaha. Resep yang diberikan tadi cuma satu: jalan-jalan daripada pikiran ngelantur ke mana-mana. OK deh Bawel, saya mau ke Chicago weekend ini.

Selamat ulang tahun "Su-Bawel-O". Really miss you here. Wish you all the best, may your dreams come true.

Hugs,

si keukeuh

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Yudi Kurniawan said…
Hai, mita
Wah, ternyata punya blog juga ya.
Apa kabar di perantauan?
Salam - Yudi

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