Doctor Naura

Chapter 11 eN A U eR A

I quickly left my practice room. Then immediately go to the back of the canteen where my car is parked. Previously I had stopped by the office to the Director who called me to discuss the delivery of PT assistance. Tin, tbk over 1000 packages of Personal Protective Equipment (APD) for RSUDH doctors and nurses. Symbolically not a lung specialist who received but for documentation even the director appointed me. I just say yes, what is difficult is just standing, smiling pretty to appear on the front page of the newspaper a day after the implementation.

"How are you doing, doctor?" While walking towards the back garage of the canteen I remembered a brief chat with the Director, Mr. Ramli Drajat, the real father of Dr. Nina.

"Thank God, sir, what about your father?" I smiled back asking.

"Just like you, thank God you're still healthy." Mr. Ram opened his mask because he felt not free to talk. As for me, keep using my mask.

"Have not slept in Nina's house for a long time? Busy at the clinic? The clinic is famous now. Hehe...." Mr. Ram is still in stale. I used to sleep at Nina's doctor's house twice. However, we are just ordinary colleagues, not so familiar even though it is more than enough to know each other.

"Yes, hehe's a little busy. Oh yes by the way you called me yes...." I asked directly.

"Yes tomorrow there is the delivery of 1000 sets of PPE from PT. Tin, as always so that doctor Naura could accompany me received it symbolically." Mr. Ram gave me a letter of notice from PT. Lead, CSR fund.

"How am I sir? Why not an internal medicine doctor? a lung doctor or a heart doctor?" I tried to refuse.

"Hahahaha. The Ganda period wants to be displayed on the front page of the newspaper? Full beard all newspaper...." Mr. Ram chuckles funny. I just smiled a little.

"Alright sir.., insyaAllah tomorrow at 09 am, Naura is already here." I answered.

"Don't inshaAllah God alone son, make sure tomorrow you have to come yes. The mayor is here tomorrow." Mr. Ram continued. The look on his face immediately turned serious when it came to the presence of the number one person in the city of Pangkalpinang.

"God willing, sir. Excuse me first." I nodded to Mr. Ram and passed away leaving the Director's room. In my heart murmured, why does he always tell me to be present when there are important events.

 

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Arriving at the back parking lot of the cafeteria, I slowed my footsteps slightly. I saw in the parking lot to the east look bang Zamy and doctor Nina was seriously talking. I tried to ignore it and secretly wanted to leave. It has been my determination to help Irwan and get acquainted with his mother who said that if his father made a mistake he would be like a great tantrum child. Throwing tools and anything he comes across.

Squeeze the car remote to open the front door. I put the bag on the chair next to me. Just now I want to turn on the car engine, suddenly I see bang Zamy has walked towards me. His hands were waving with his smile splattered from a distance. Doctor Nina followed from behind. I undo pressing the round button that says engine start stop. Opening the door again and lowering his feet, stepped closer to the two.

"Tumben's almost 3 o'clock just got home?" Bang Zamy spoke as he stroked my hair. I let go of her hand slowly because I saw the eyes of Doctor Nina who disliked it.

"He was called the Director...." I smiled back at the two.

"Is the father?" Doctor Nina asked.

"There's." I say friendly. Bang Zamy just kept looking at me, I don't know what he was thinking. Doctor Nina looked at us in turn.

"But at first glance you guys do look like Zam. How could you not be blood, Naura is just a pick-up child of your mother's father, so lucky she is as good as..," Suddenly the doctor Nina spoke startlingly to me.

"Sorry doctor Nina, bang Zamy I'm in a hurry because I have an appointment with my friend." I cut out the statement sentence from the high-pitched doctor Nina. Until some people who happened to pass by looked towards us. The deg! My heart is back beating. I'm not ready at all for others to know this secret. I stared intently at the Zamy bang before getting into the car. He must have said everything. Although it may be best for Nina's doctor to know that I'm not Rey Fardan's son, I don't want that to happen right now. Hearing his tone I felt so humiliated. I don't know anything that bang Zamy has said about me, about my life story, about all my secrets that I've only known for a few days. What good is bang Zamy saying that now to doctor Nina. So close are they? I suddenly felt very sad. I closed the door and turned on the engine of the car, once backward immediately turned and immediately left the hospital parking lot. When I saw him from the rearview mirror, bang Zamy seemed to be fighting with doctor Nina. I don't give a shit. To me crying is the most powerful way out for my current grief. It felt like my heart was torn to shreds, it hurt so much. It feels like something so precious in my life has gone. There was a great sadness and sadness that I was feeling.

I left the hospital in tears. What makes me sad? I don't know. Is it because bang Zamy who is without ba bi bu with me has opened my secret to my colleagues? I'm not sure about that either. But deep down in my heart, I wanted to scream. Doctor Naura Ghe Divanka, the beautiful and jolly girl, is now back sobbing. I took off my glasses, lucky the weather was good, so my river-boosting tears didn't interfere so much with my driving vision.

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About 15 minutes into the trip I stopped crying. At the red light I waited while wiping my eyes with a tissue. Trying to remove the puddle and trail of crying. I screwed in the rearview mirror a few times, checked my teeth, and put on a little soft-colored lipstick. To the point of not realizing the driver of the luxury car next to me had long lowered the window of his car, looking at me with his own thoughts. His head leaned leisurely onto the back of the chair. His left hand holds the steering wheel, while his right hand props up to the forehead with the back of the wrist. His eyes occasionally looked towards the light pole. Bang Zamy's. I gasped, but was lazy to lower my windshield. I put my glasses back on, and drove back slowly without heeding the horn of the car. The light is green. I saw the car go straight, so I turned my direction towards the left. I walked down the street to the red light of senior pediatrician, doctor Ase. For some reason, I felt angry at bang Zamy. Even if it should be announced in public, I am the one who has the right to announce it. She's not. The desire of my heart.

True to my guess, if I walk straight he will surely follow even stop me in the middle of the road. I saw in my magic show up bang Zamy calling. Ignored him. He called back many times, but I ignored him. For some reason for the first time, here I feel very disappointed and angry to bang Zamy. He was close to Nina's doctor, my secret that even my father and mother had kept for 28 years, only a matter of days had been passed on to strangers to me. Scroll again on my car's LCD screen, some whatapp messages coming in. It must be from the Zamy bang. I ignored him and continued to drive casually, my goal was to help Irwan to immediately meet his strange mother. I then immediately pulled over, writing a message to mother.

"Mom, Naura came home late, this afternoon there was an appointment to see an old friend. So maybe at 4 o'clock go straight to the clinic. Dinner's the same as Dad's...." I sent whatapp messages to my mother's number, my foster mother, the 28-year-old mother I already thought was my own. The message was read, but there was no reply. Mom called me back. I didn't lift it. I turned off my phone and put on the right, then drove back down the side of the main road.

*****

About 20 minutes away I finally arrived in front of Irwan's house. There is no difficulty when looking for it because I almost every day pass the route around the Jamik Pangkalpinang mosque. A large luxurious house, consisting of two floors painted white clean. On the upper balcony I saw a variety of flowers developing with beautiful pots. In my heart whispered, if his mother is indeed his psychic pain, there can be a variety of flowers arranged neatly and clean.

I looked towards the yard. The concrete fence was a little exposed garage, but I didn't find anyone there. Knock-knock iron locking garage. A little noise that made some of the sidewalk users turn towards me instantly. But I'm not kapok, I repeat again several times with a trellis key hook. I don't know how many calls, then I saw a middle-aged woman running towards the door of the fence trellis.

"Wait a minute to wait." The fat aunt pulled the trellis with one direct pull wide open. In my heart whispered "from the mana, the position of his mother Irwan kok arguably very temperament. It's innocent and friendly like this. Her big smile greeted me with her gentle hand style. Not to mention missing my thoughts and thoughts about Irwan's mother. Suddenly on the terrace right next to a two-meter-high palm tree, I saw a woman my mother's age standing looking at me.

"Yuk Jeeennn., that's agent Yakult told me to come in." Then the mother turned back to enter the house.

"Please come in. Who are you looking for? You're not home anymore." The woman I now expect this housekeeper to talk funny.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Irwan's...." I nodded politely to the maid who called her mother Irwan yuk Jen. Then I stopped in front of the porch door and greeted.

"Assalamualaikum aunty..," I smiled sweetly as sweetly as possible while briefly peeking into the house. In my heart I said that I had to make a good impression at the beginning of the encounter in order to be familiar and recognize the psychic disorder of his mother Irwan. Not long after I heard footsteps coming to the terrace. Appeared then middle-aged women in jeans with imported tunic tops. She was that woman. His head was held high and covered with black silk skulls. Her large earrings swayed as she walked. I saw in his hand twenty thousand pieces of money. His gold bracelet and necklace dangled large and long. His fingers were almost ten rings all.

"Request 2 packs of say yakultnya...." He came and immediately gave me a piece of twenty thousand. I smiled and believed it seemed like this was really Irwan's mother.

"Sorry aunt.., I'm not a yakult, I'm Irwan's friend. Is Irwan home?" I speak softly. Then he smiled widely and said slowly.

"Your train was the handyman Yakult say.., my subscription usually stopped by every Monday afternoon.

"No boy now, sit down and I'll call him." I received a glass of water that Yuk Jen brought me.

"Wh-where's she going auntie?" I again pretended to ask in a soft voice.

"Well aunt doesn't know where she is either. If not picket on the road he is usually in the office. Sorry, what does she need?" Auntie saw me full of search. Then she smiled at me.

"You're just his friend what's his girlfriend?" Aunt asked again. He was sitting right in front of me. Forgetting his promise to call Irwan.

"aunty's friend. I'm Irwan's friend." I answered again.

"Good then. I'll match him to Gendis' son. The father of the shrimp pond boss and the owner of a tourist plantation in Pasir Padi is you know." Aunt talk to me. His bracelet clinked against each other as he expressed his story.

"Why should aunty be betrothed....? Let him choose himself...."

"ah! Tired of waiting for him to choose his own mah, over time.., moldy already aunt waiting for him marriage. Couldn't have a aunt's daughter-in-law. Say it later on, yesterday said it again pedekate same doctor.., this is what, the reason is a lot...." Irwan's mother spoke at length, funny as well. Honest guy. I don't see any symptoms of psychic disorder on him. Fuckin' Irwan.

"Sorry aunt, what's her name say she's pedekate now?" I asked back.

"Who is? That's the beautiful doctor who has a new clinic in front of the Hall street. Hani Hani's clinic is what she said."

"Honey Bee may be aunty." I smiled to correct. Yuk Jen came with a plate of Bangka's battered sponge.

"Well that's it, Hani Bi that's what he called it. Everyday story duuuhhhh prettynye maaaakkk doctor Dora tu. Irwan's mother imitates Irwan's speaking style. I giggled to see her behavior. For a moment my sadness was gone. Meeting with this middle-aged woman seems to be a powerful medicine to repel fatigue. It was so nice to see his expression speak.

"Sort of what's the rupe of the doctor Dora, mamaknye this so curious madenye the Irwan."

"Naura may be aunty..," I again tried to correct.

"Naura is not. Dora if she's wrong. Uh, by the way, I was lame talking to you, my name is your name. Drink to drink, this is a batten made by aunty son, understand naaakkk.., what deck gawi." Back I giggled at the talk of aunty, Irwan's mother. I took the phone in my bag, turned it on and wrote a message to Irwan. "Lack of work deh you Wan, it's true that I played to your house, as if your mother had a disturbed psychic. From the way he spoke, there was no difference. Your mom's really cool." Sent but without reply because I immediately turned off the phone again.

"Why do you want your name, son?" (Who wants your name?) I was surprised by aunt's question again.

"Owh. Saye Naura's aunt." (Eh yes, I am Naura aunt) I replied with the language of her aunt.

"Owh Naura's. Where's ki begawi?" (Oh Naura, where do you work?) Again the aunt asked with the language and dialect of Bangka.

"At Depati Hamzah General Hospital aunty...,"

"Owh aok aok aok.., (oh yeah yeah yeah).

That's how our conversation finally grew to where. Irwan's mother told me a lot about his childhood Irwan. Until it does not feel the time almost shows at 4 pm. I have not yet prayed Ashar. Pray in the workspace only. Then I read whatapp's message from my nursing assistant at the clinic that there are already 13 patient registrations for this afternoon through whatapp. I just assented. And many more messages from Bang Zamy as well mother. I leave it unread.

"God willing at 4 I will be there. It's again around the clinic as well." I sent a message to my assistant.

"Nice doc." I read reply.

"Dok, doctor Zamy just found a doctor...." Suddenly my assistant's message came back in.

"Yes, I can meet him later." I lie. In my little heart. I don't want to meet Bang Zamy.

"Take some more Laura's cake..," Auntie surprised me.

"Thank you, I'm full of love. Cake made aunty steady soul.., and my aunt Naura aunty, not Laura." I laughed again.

"Yes, yes, it's wrong." Aunt talking while laughing. I laughed too.

"Alright aunt, Laura said goodbye first, go to practice...." I stood up to my aunt. I saw his face back like a confused person. He still holds my hand.

"Are you Laura ape Naura geh?" (Actually your name is Laura what is Naura ya) She asked seriously. His hand flanked my arm. We're heading for the terrace.

"Naura aunty." I answered casually.

"Where do you want practical work?"

"Honey Bee aunt's clinic."

"Huh? So you're the ok that my bachelor's guesses are. Oh Allah Doraaa...." (Oh so you're the one who made my bachelor crush crazy)

"Naura aunty."

"Yes Laura."

"En A U eR A. Naura!" I smiled at spelling.

"Okay ge, be careful ok Nora." I smiled amusedly at it.