Doctor Naura

Chapter 12 My silence

I waved to Aunt Sofie, Irwan's mother who drove me even up to the car. Her behavior is adorable.

"Home aunty, assalamualaikum..," I said goodbye and got in the car.

"Waalaikumsalam.., beware of Dora...." He said with a innocent face without sin.

"Naura aunty, Naura." I smiled again.

"Okay Nora...." He waved his hand then after I moved away he returned to his house. I shook my head while smiling amusedly. Again he called my name wrong.

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I parked my car in front of the road. It is not polite to force entry into the clinic garage while patients have been waiting a lot. I went back to greet and be greeted by all who knew me or who I passed.

"Assalamualaikum the doctor...." Suddenly a beautiful little girl in two braids was already waiting for me at the clinic gate. He ruffled his waist with his funny.

"Eh.., there's Yasmin. I bowed and grabbed him." He was my patient 2 weeks ago, he was 5 years old, his parents had banged on my house on Jalan Baru at 3 p.m. He's got a high fever. His parents are very worried that his son has a fever in the coronavirus disease season, even though only inflammation of the tonsils is ordinary.

"Cock come here again. Who's sick?" I asked while holding him walking. We're heading to the waiting room.

"Nobody is sick. It's just that come with the mother to check the baby's grandpa to the doctor om handsome." He pointed at his mother who waved a smile at me. I returned his smile from afar while nodding.

"Alright, sister wants to work first, dear Yasmin...." I let go of her grip slowly and took her tosh.

"Shelf!" Our right hand clashed.

"www....!" I pretended to be in pain.

"Your strength is very strong Yasmin, great too huh. Until brother's hand hurts like this. I'm starting to like to eat vegetables and fruit." I'm still talking while lowering my body to fit Yasmin's body. Remember when both parents said their children did not want to eat vegetables and fruit at all. Except the packaging.

"Haha.... Yasmin strong as Meridaaa...." The pretty boy went around in circles as if he was going to shoot me.

"Who's merida?" I asked curious. The feeling of his mother's name is not that. But Yasminnya no longer heard my question. He had already run into his mother's arms in the front waiting room of the pharmacy. I'm standing.

"She's a very strong red-haired tomboy girl. Merida in the movie Brave. Cartoon animation adventure of 2012." I was surprised, suddenly the one who answered me was bang Zamy. I saw that the practice room was still tightly closed. How can he be behind me with two bags of white crackles. 1 contains green and black seedless wine and the other is a pack of food berli-lidi. I made sure it was my favorite satay. I didn't answer. It was like he wasn't waiting for my answer.

"So my brother bought a lot of fruit, already taro brother in the house of Jalan Baru, I love it. And here's your favorite fruit brother bring a little. It was a bit of a chatty afternoon because Naura didn't come home with an inactive phone. Though I deliberately haven't had lunch waiting for you to come home. He wants to eat with a side dish of red snapper eggs." Bang Zamy spoke at length, he looked at me affectionately. His sharp eyes were very sharp. He handed the two bags to me. I accepted it even though not a word came out of my mouth. Neither do thanks. My heart is still disappointed, sick and angry.

"Eat satay first before starting work and rest 5 minutes. I knew Naura hadn't eaten yet. I knew Naura was hungry. Naura is always lazy to eat when she feels uncomfortable. I'm sorry brother deck." Bang Zamy spoke slowly, his smile remained even though it looked bland, then he turned his body back into his practice room. His face was not so excited. I stick with my anger and walk towards the practice room.

"Assalamualaikum mak Yang..." I smiled at my assistant at the registration section. Mak Yang alternated with nurse Ela administration.

"Waalaikumsalam doc, healthy doc?" Mak Yang stood up smiling eagerly welcoming me.

"Alhamdulillah healthy mak Yang. Is Mak healthy?" I asked back.

"Alhamdulillah...." Mak Yang nodded. I smiled leaving mak Yang, my assistant who is my mother's age. She's beautiful and friendly. His son is still in college so he is willing to work with me after work at Taman Sari puskesmas. She's the same ASN as me, but she's a single parent, her husband died a few years ago in an accident.

I opened the door to the practice room. I saw Ela turn on the computer.

"La..."

"Yes doc."

"Please bring satay to the back table. Just put it there." I asked Ela to bring the sate giving Zamy bang to the back area. Not good later every patient who enters the room will smell satay.

"Dok's fruit?" Before leaving, he asked again.

"Not to be taken, let it be here." I replied, Ela nodded and passed. Shortly thereafter, Yang entered with a patient's medical record.

"Dok was only at half-time five in the afternoon but there were already 27 patients enrolled. We can't fit 20 patients last night doc...." Mak Yang started with his report. He smiled again.

"What is present?" I asked back.

"The other half is even present doc."

"Yes it's okay. Let's just get started. I took the top file, read it in my heart. Ela enters from delivering satay to the kitchen of the house bang Zamy.

"Call La his patient." I put that file down again.

"Sorry doc, we have a patient who is still vomiting until now. The vomit was just water because he had vomited dozens of times, said his grandmother. His heart rate's fast his blood pressure's low." Mak Yang spoke while opening the door.

"What number of patients is Yang?" I asked.

"Dock number 11." Mak Yang replied. I took file number 11. Kubaca.

"Alright mak Yang, please tell patient number 11 to come in first. There seems to be a poisoning symptom. Don't let him dehydrate. Also whisper to patient number 1 why we should check patient number 11 first so as not to arise prejudice.

While waiting for the patient to enter I took the time to open the phone for a moment. I read at a glance mom's message this afternoon. And my eyes repeated spelling out the last sentence just a minute and then the entry that made me not carelessly frown on reading the contents.

"Why hasn't the satay been eaten? Mom's in the back. Mom's at Zamy's. Mom was with Zamy. He has been quiet since this afternoon. Mother Kasian once saw him, she really felt guilty and regretful. I'm also very worried about you. Zamy told me everything. Don't take heart, son. Nothing's gonna change. Naura's mother, forever no matter what anyone says. The wrong mother, son. The mother who forced Zamy told the doctor the truth so that he would not expect to marry Zamy again. Mom is tired of being asked questions about her mother doctor Nina continues. Erlinda said that, when do we make a Zamy and Nina application event? When's? When's besan? Besan what? Who would marry Zamy to his son. For a long time I became lazy with the Hospital director's wife...." I took a deep breath. Imagining so persistent mother typing in her cellphone up to that length. I put the phone back in the drawer without replying to mom's message. I will restart my duties because patient number eleven has entered with the grandmother.

"Hi Rafif handsome, vomiting continuously since when dear?" I asked as I walked closer to the two. Peel off the mask I just picked up from the small shelf on my desk to them.

"Since this morning doc." Grandma replied.

"So, what did Rafif eat this morning?" I attached a stethoscope to his chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing sounds.

"Say he drank chocolate 'ultriiii' milk bought at the stall next to the dock house." Grandma explained.

"But it's weird, doc.., like that asem-asem...." Rafif chimed in with a weak voice.

"It feels like asem-asem? How many sips did he drink?" I asked.

"I spent the doctor." Rafif, this 7-year-old boy replied innocently. I smiled, shaking my head.

"Nak Rafif, next time if you want to consume food or drinks packaging, check first yes dear there is writing when the time can be consumed." I went back to my desk. I took a small box of packaged milk with the same brand.

"This you know yes, there is an expired date writing, well look at it before drinking yes dear." I tried to explain and give the milk to Rafif.

"But doc, it's still December 2021." Rafif explained. I nodded small.

"Oh so yes, hmmm.., meaning the milk is not worth consumption before the expiration period. It could be wrong in storage. Nothing, later brother doctor love medicine and vitamins as well, do not forget to drink yes. You have to rest a lot." I'm back at the desk, Rafifnya already sitting in bed. While her grandmother sat in the consulting chair in front of me.

"It's okay, but you have to be careful, Rafif, do not carelessly consume packaged foods again. Here's the prescription, the medicine will be redeemed at the pharmacy." I gave the prescription to Rafif's grandmother. Then they say goodbye after paying the consultation fee to Mak Yang according to the nominal I wrote in the receipt. She then called patient number 1. And so on, I concentrated on accepting and handling them. For me as a pediatrician, treating a sick child is really very happy.

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One by one my patients have gone home. There are still some, but Adhan Magrib has reverberated. We temporarily stop activities. I put the wine of the giving of the Zamy bang on the table of the seated mak. I ate some fruit.

"Let's replace ya Ela same mak Yang praynya. I also want to pray in the back of the mosque. It's fruit eaten huh...." I put down the wine bag. I waved my hand at the 2 pharmacists who were guarding. Behind them Doctor Jefri, a descendant of Chinese blood, she converted to reply to the wave of my hand. Doctor Jefri has been working with us through mom since the Honey Bee clinic was established.

"Eating wine docks, Nur, Sep." I spoke while pointing at the wine on Yang's desk.

"Thank you doctor Naura, we can't refuse if offered legit wine...." Nur and Septi immediately went to mak Yang, the doctor Jefri just smiled to see the actions of two employees while supporting the right cheek by pressing his hand into the drug storefront. While I headed towards the back area of the practice room. Down the hallway to the residential house. I saw mom sitting at a round table next to her fish pond in front of her room bang Zamy. I'm heading there. I looked at me from a distance and smiled.

"Mother Tumben's coming to the clinic." So was my broom when I was near my mother. Usually the mother at least once a month to the clinic, even then just check the condition of the clinic. When it comes to money, you never ask us. But the profit sharing from our clinic is put in one account number on behalf of the clinic. His account is held by his mother. That is what is used to buy houses and cars bang Fathur in Yogyakarta. Also for the cost of capital bang Rahman started his seafood restaurant business. The rest of me and bang Zamy saved themselves in the bank. Father and mother instead of asking us for money again, they often offer in the group who needs money, because both mother and father each have their own income. In fact, both of them have become permanent donors of an orphanage in the city of Muntok.

"Yes your father will be home late tonight. He accompanied the auditorium of Palembang." Mother replied while removing the strap of the bag I had tied to my shoulder. Mom put my bag on the table.

"Sit here son, why hasn't the satellite been eaten?" Mother immediately opened the satay package that was given bang Zamy.

"Not yet mother's taste." I took one stab and chewed it.

"Don't hurt your own body. You have to eat, I know you must be hungry." Mom's expanding her package of satellites. The smell is getting more appetizing. Then I pulled the plate and went straight in front of my mom.

"Mother pray first yes.., later mom will come here again." My mother stood up leaving me.

"Jamaah-an alone ma'am, Naura finished the satellite a little more..." I was a little screaming. Deftly kusendok lontong and kuah satay padangnya. I put the chips in his mouth. Until what remains are banana leaves and paper wrap. Onion fry not a single seed left, the sauce is completely dry.

"Don't be late to eat Bee.., it could irritate your intestines." Suddenly behind me bang Zamy was already standing. Fortunately, I did not choke in shock.

"still angry? My brother had no choice but to be honest with Nina. Instead of a long time can be increasingly long-tail affair with him." Bang Zamy sat in the chair near the mother. He looked at me lovingly. I saw her hair was still wet. It looks like we finished praying at the mosque which is about 150 meters from where we practice. I was silent, confused as to what to say. My mouth seems locked back. Although through whatapp's message mom I know all the reasons why Zamy was honest with Nina's doctor. However, I still felt uneasy when I remembered the beautiful doctor's gaze. It was as if he was flouting my status in this family. I squeezed the satay wrapper, put it back in the white crackle with the skewer. Then throw it in the trash next to the table.

"Naura is praying deck?" Bang Zamy still persuaded me. But I remained silent. I tried to open a bottle of bottled mineral water, but failed. My hands are slippery and the neck of the bottle is 'krunyek'.

"Swipe your teeth there, then pray because your patients are still many." Bang Zamy took the bottle of mineral water. He opened the lid with a single turn.

"drink. I want to go on again." He stroked my head then turned around, walking back towards the practice room. I turned to him without a word coming out. How much I'm angry, how strong I want to sulk, but it feels comfortable always gets more attention than bang Zamy. And that attention he's been giving me ever since I can remember. I took a bottle of mineral water, I drank it slowly then after I finished I rushed to step into the main house. I saw that mom had finished praying. I'm sorry, kneeling kissing her hand. Mom grabbed my shoulder. Hugged me tightly and said while crying.

"Stay as before, son, remain as yesterday when you do not yet know the true reality. Don't change one bit. Never change. Your mother, father, and brothers all didn't want Naura to change her attitude." I shed tears watching my mother cry. Like a spoiled child, my mother embraced me affectionately, when I was 28 years old.

"You know, honey? Do you know why you should get married? You don't know why you made your own deal?" Mom still hugged me. He even kissed me many times. I just shook my head.

"Tomorrow father and mother will return to Mentok, you do not be like strangers. You guys don't ignore each other. You're brother and sister, you've loved each other since baby. Since baby boy. I know exactly how Zamy loves you so much."

"Yes mother, don't cry anymore. Naura is so grateful to have this family." I slowly let go of mom's embrace.

"Sholatkah son." Mother stood up and let the prayer rug still stretch. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and prayed. Then pray long to the Owner of this self, to be given patience, sincerity, health, happiness, the glory of living with loved ones. Then I moved on, rubbed a little lipstick on my lips and continued working in my practice room.

"Let's go home in your car...." While walking towards the practice room, the voice of my mother asked me to come home with her.