Distance to Heart
P a r t 39
Finally the expected day arrived. Andra has prepared an Elf type car with a driver to drive this family group to a vacation destination in the Puncak Bogor area, West Java. In the car consists of Mr. Driver, Andra, me, Razka, Nurbaiti, Siti, Nurhayati, Papa, Mama, and Kamila.
Saturday morning was an option for us to start the trip to the destination vacation area. The distance from Jakarta to the destination, about seventy-eight point seven meters and it takes about three hours to get to the destination.
Andra chose the morning because he wanted to avoid the traffic jams that often occur in the area, when the weekend arrives. This is common because the Puncak area, often used as a tourist destination for Jakarta residents who want a vacation to an area not so far from the capital so that it can save time and energy.
During the trip to the Puncak area, we all felt excitement, especially Razka and Siti. The two young children of course were impatient to arrive at their destination even they always looked at the car window so they knew when the car that took them to their destination.
Twelve o'clock in the afternoon, finally the car carrying this group arrived safely. Although I also felt a little bit of traffic. However, everything can be resolved. Tiredness during the trip seemed to disappear instantly when me and all the group got off the vehicle and was immediately greeted warmly by the villa keeper belonging to my family who had fifteen years working for my family.
They are one family consisting of a married couple named Mang Udin and his wife Bi Esih and two children named Halimah and Fatimah. Halimah has a family and is pregnant with her first child while Fatimah is currently. Still listed as a student in the ninth grade junior high school.
As the owner of the villa Papa was immediately warmly welcomed by Mang Udin and his family. The middle-aged man also immediately told Papa anything related to their villa was immediately engrossed in talking like two friends who had not met for a long time. That's how Papa is. Always do good to anyone and never look at superiors or subordinates.
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After Papa divided the room, me, Andra, and Razka decided to rush to the room. I carried a bag of change of clothes while Andra held Razka who began to feel drowsiness. Actually Bi Esih and her daughter have prepared lunch for all of us. However, the three of us chose to rest in the room because of the tiredness and sleepiness that we began to feel.
"You're following us to the room, not lunch first" said Andra, who still remained on the bed, though her eyes had not been closed.
"I'm lazy to eat, it's nauseous, it's nauseous,
Hearing the word nausea out of my mouth, Andra whose eyes had originally begun to dim is now cheerful and wide open,"
"What, Yang? What you are talking about is trying to repeat. Who knows, my ears didn't hear me wrong?" her door.
"I'm nauseous" I replied.
"What, lest this be the beginning of what I've been waiting for all this time. Our cooperation has been successful, Yang?" guess it while laughing happily.
"You mean, I'm pregnant,"
Andra then nodded in agreement while smiling happily. As for me, just shrug my shoulders and cut my lips. Seeing the body language that I showed my husband was astonished, he immediately gawked at my expression that seemed to not know the state of his own body. Maybe in his mind, I am a woman, already experienced in pregnancy, and an obstetrician as well. How could he not know he was two-bodied?
However, what I think of my nausea is because this morning before leaving here. I only ate half the sandwich bread I made, and drank a quarter glass of milk. So it's natural that I feel nauseous because my breakfast that I eat is only a little. But at this time I did not immediately eat lunch even fall with my husband and son in the room.
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I asked myself. Is that my successor, the same person who worked as a medic at the same hospital? If that's true, then why would he do that to me? What was my fault that he dared to do such a thing? Fix, I have to move quickly to find someone who will work together to help reveal who is the mastermind of the terror that I receive every day?
After dinner, the next event is a barbeque in the backyard of the villa. While enjoying the cold night air in the Puncak area. Mang Udin and his family have prepared ingredients such as chicken, fish, sausages, and corn for barbeque. Bi Esih has also made sweet coffee, tea, ginger wedang, and bandrek. For anyone who wants to warm the body with a drink, just choose according to taste.
"Which, why have I noticed lately that you are often dumbfounded. Is there any problem in the hospital? ask Andra while sipping a cup of coffee.
"There's nothing, I'm just over-saturated with cooperation" I replied lying.
"Means, I've been right dong. Take a walk here,"
"Maybe," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
In the backyard of the villa I sat beside Andra while enjoying warm ginger water and eating grilled corn while watching Razka and Siti who were playing with Kamila and Nurhayati. Since meeting in the car this morning Kamila and Nurhayati seemed familiar while Razka and Siti always attached to the two girls. Where the two girls went together. The two little boys followed him. While Mama and Nurbaiti seemed busy helping Bi Esih prepare barbeque food for us all to enjoy.
Suddenly, my stomach felt heartburn and wanted to go to the toilet immediately. I rushed there, but before going to the toilet. I was prevented by someone.
"Sorry, Doctor. This is a letter he said to Madam Doctor," Fatimah said, giving me a small white envelope.
"It's from, who?"
"From a man, his body is big height, he said he was a friend of the Doctor, "he explained.
"Oh, thanks a lot, yeah. Infonya Fatimah" I replied.
Fatimah smiled, she then let go from before me, while I could not bear to go to the toilet to defecate or small. While urinating, I dared to open the small white envelope given by Fatimah earlier and the contents of a paper whose writing clearly made my eyes wide.
I REMIND YOU. SOON YOU WILL CRY. BECAUSE YOU WILL LOSE THE ONE YOU LOVE.
Seriate...
