Traditional Belief

"Doesn't it hurt?" asked Dinda while rubbing Joe's arm which was wrapped in a bandage.

 Joe turned his gaze from the window to Dinda, who had just rushed after him in the room.

 "Actually, it doesn't hurt that much, but when you hit the toel, it hurts, too, oneng!"

 Instead of stopping, Dinda was even more excited to gently press Joe's bandage.

 Joe himself could only shake his head slowly and looked at Dinda in surprise.

 "My gemes, Joe! I've only seen you sick for ages!" said Dinda amazed.

 "Gemes? Wow, you're crazy! This wound, I got it for protecting you, you know! Say thanks to me!" Joe protested.

 Dinda immediately smiled broadly, she then hugged Joe carefully, for fear of hitting his injured arm.

 "Thank you, yes. I know, I can always count on you! Later you can donate a name for my child, okay?" cried Dinda slowly.

 Dinda then let go of his arm, and smiled again broadly.