Doctor Naura

Chapter 44 Opens At Mother's House

We have been performing fasting for a week. As mother pleads, me and bang Zamy go home to Mentok on our second weekend after the wedding. Honey Bee Clinic is closed for three days. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I did not forget to give money off for the two nurses who helped my practice, Santi and Mak Yang. Kusangu them eight hundred thousand per person. Mang Ridwan and nurse bang Zamy were like that. But Dr Jefri's dispensary is still open as usual.

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I also offered Nindya family mbak to take a vacation to Mentok, but they refused it for reasons of shame. Papa also wants me to take him to Mentok, but the reason is to rest. Maybe that's not the real reason. I and bang Zamy saw them start laughing together in the company of Nisa and mbak Nindya. They usually spend time in the back gazebo or balai-balai under the back garden tree. Sometimes I'm just too busy if I'm not so busy. Mom has not known for a long time. But according to papa, mama has returned to her shelter in Kampak area. A big house like an artist's house is worth fantastic. The house is inhabited by a former official family who had boomed with the case of the release of the River Stream Area (DAS) to private parties of Chinese descent. Grandfather's wealth from the suspected mother can be obtained from results that are not in accordance with the rules. Mama has lived there and has advertised all the properties she got with papa in the Bangka Belitung buying and selling forum. Papa just shut up, let mama do as she pleases.

"As far as she is, religiously she is no longer papa's legal wife. But legally, your father and your mother are not officially divorced." So did papa's answer when I tried to fish about their property sales ads. In addition to the house, they have a meat-cutting business in the mother market. Personal certificate kiosk for 25 years, and will return to the municipality if it is expired also on behalf of the mother. There was an Innova car in 2010 on behalf of mama as well, a Sedan vios in 2007, two pieces of motorized vehicles. One is NMax silver in 2019 and the other is Firza in 2015, there are three different locations of land without a certified building, and all on behalf of the mother.

"Why all your properties in your name?" I once asked when papa told me about the ownership of his assets.

"It's hard to explain, son. But that's how men in general, make a name only for debt, but not for assets." Papa explained. Well when Zamy bang Antam gold investment on my behalf, then I justify papa's talk.

"So you don't have anything?" I asked him wonder mixed with pity.

"There is. He doesn't even know. Papa has a shophouse near the intersection of the National Building to the XinLu hotel. There's a three-piece boutique lined up it's got papa. And papa has two deposit accounts at two SOE banks." Papa talks off. There was a victory from my mother that he showed me.

"Alhamdulillah pa, but how could that escape, mama do not know?" I'm curious.

"Yes, it used to have Yan Samsu. Secretly unbeknownst to your mother, papa took over when she returned to Palembang. That's now the certificate's been a long time in papa's name." Papa explained again.

"Owh." I feel relieved to hear it.

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Papa and I are still sitting on the terrace waiting for bang Zamy to prepare the car to be used to go home to Mentok. He'll bring my car, and won't be helped with a bag of clothes and a laptop, as well as some kind of ketchup saos for Rahman's bang order noodles.

"Look, we're leaving." Bang Zamy invited me after everything was done.

"Pa, all the food for sahur I have asked Yuk Mairoh to prepare. Yuk Mairoh every day must have entered, but rather noon. Papa don't wash yourself anymore. Naura has spoken to Yuk Mairoh. Just put some dirty clothes in the laundry room." I say goodbye to the father who just nodded. It was sad that my heart saw his dim twilight. Parents should be with each other for the rest of the age. But papa even stumbled on his own because of the mistakes of his youth. If only, this if we could suppose, first if papa married aunt Mira, cling to one heart, hold fast, not tucked away to betray or turn to others just because of position and material. Maybe his life won't be like this.

"Darling that mother's order has been taken?" Bang Zamy surprised as much as you me who was present all of a sudden.

"Eh yes what bang? What's?"

"Allahuakbar yaangg.., the time is still four in the afternoon is daydreaming." Bang Zamy spoke while saying goodbye to papa.

"Pa, be patient, it's not how much longer is Ha's day." Bang Zamy seduces papa who is drenched in shame.

"Monday son, papa ask you to cash out the deposit. Papa found a nice house, not far from here. Near papa's rukonya. Papa's plan, later after the contract of one of his pillars, papa will not extend anymore. Papa wants to capitalize and teach Nindy to trade. Later his garden let papa take care of it by hiring someone else." Papa answered long. Bang Zamy smiled and nodded. Then we left too. Nisa chest of villa. Papa said he was sad because we were going to Mentok even though it was only three days. Do not forget that Zamy gave money just for Pak Rohim to buy takjil. Mr. Rohim who was busy making a rabbit cage for Nisa was very happy to receive it. Then we headed to the camp, Bangka Barat.

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We walked along the asphalt road to the old city, a historic city that became a tourist destination for foreign tourists when visiting West Bangka. This small town where we grew up has a lot of historical value in its annual agenda. One of the legendary is the Tapak Tilas which is done routinely every year by the West Bangka Tourism and Culture Office. The event was always attended by the close family of Mr. Soekarno and Hatta. In High School I was once a tray giver of flowers to be given to Megawati's mother Soekarno Putri. How proud my mother was then. I photographed it many times with the old days' tustles. Mom accidentally bought a roll of film containing 30 photos. Then until now still photos with Megawati's mother are displayed in the living room of the mother's house in Mentok. The purpose of this Tapak Tilas is nothing but to recall the struggle of the leaders of the struggle of the Republic of Indonesia who were exiled to Bangka Island including in my small town, Muntok city. One of the places of exile is called guesthouse or the invocation of Menumbing. Located at the top of the hill Taman Hutan Raya Mount Menumbing. The exiled former Indonesian president, Sukarno, has one main building with several other public facilities. The multi-storey building, built during the Dutch colonial era, around 1928 to 1933, has hotel facilities, swimming pools, tennis courts and restaurants. Almost every day from my childhood until now the place is always visited by tourists, both domestic and abroad. The place of exile of Indonesian leaders during the second Dutch aggression in 1948 to 1949 in addition to being known for its natural beauty and building history, there are many mystical stories in it. My neighbor who works as a janitor there often told me there was a sighting of a Dutch none-none woman. Sometimes there is the sound of high heel shoes, but not seen the person. Some things that move on their own. Believe it or not, but when I visited Pak Soekarno's bedroom, it felt a different air. Cool with other auras. The parents said, if you go there do not talk much. Just enjoy. There, too, in the main building there is a VW BN 10 car used by the Hatta man while in exile. The last major incident occurred during the arrival of the Arowana Tukul team to shoot Mister Tukul Jalan-Jalan. But during the location test, many people are possessed. Eventually the event was cancelled and the team just went for a regular walk without the camera turned on.

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It was not until two hours on the way, we arrived home, mom was ready with a meal at the dinner table. Just now we entered the house, Adhan Magrib reverberated, me and bang Zamy were hosted by the opening mother together.

"Where's Rahman ma'am?" Bang Zamy asked because she only reached out to her mother alone. If our father doesn't ask again because he comes home more often at night.

"Eat a lot, dear. Why are you so skinny?" Mom looked at me full of probes.

"Feelings are still like yesterday-yesterday." I replied while going back to devouring mackerel fish pempek.

"Have you weighed yet?" Mother still can't believe it. He grabbed my left wrist.

"What did mom say. You're skinny now. I was married and skinny. If happy people are getting fatter.., See your veins poking so." Mom's getting sewed. Then his eyes went towards the Zamy bang who was standing up picking up a tissue near me. I watched from the bottom up.

"Lhaaa.., this is Zamy who even added chabby to her cheeks. Her stomach.., owh.., look. The fasting people are getting thinner even more filled...." Mother commented again.

"She's having dinner just as well as the meal hasn't changed, you know, it's getting more voracious." I glanced at bang Zamy. Mom shook her head. Then he held my left palm, I sat opposite him. Mom squiggles and half-whispers she talks.

"You've had a break-in yet?" I spoke while glancing at Bang Zamy who was engrossed in his martabak.

"Not yet ma'am, full from first." I answered slowly, in my heart I could guess where the conversation was going.

"When does it usually come?" I looked back at me seriously. I raise my nose smiling.

"Usually the end of the month."

"You are organized."

"Yes hehe...."

"It should be the end of the month, now it's dong, but you're still fasting, right, baby? You haven't got it yet, have you?" Mom was enthusiastic to ask me, even standing up to hold my finger. Bang Zamy smiled as he stood up.

"Where's the key to the motor? Zamy's going to the mosque." Bang Zamy deliberately let mom talk to me freely.

"Tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh. in the hanger near the shabby room Rahman." Mom then pushed her chair back and walked towards me, crouched down and hugged my neck.

"You haven't checked yet, baby?" Mom whispered in my ear. I shook my smile.

"Let's check it out, baby. I told Rahman to stop by the pharmacy." Mom is so happy. While I just smile. As a doctor, although not in the area of the womb like bang Zamy, I began to feel something unusual in my body. But I don't want to rush. It's also only been a few days late. But I began to feel physical and emotional changes. Nausea started a few days ago. I tried to silence first without telling bang Zamy.

"Eh you're not a doctor, baby, about positive yet?" She hugged my shoulder from behind.

"Eeeehhhmmm...." I'm still busy with pempek and otak-otak. Don't know how to answer.

"Foolah. I want to call Rahman, let's buy a test pack duuuluuu before pulanggg...." Mother sang a little to her room.

"Mom. Mama! Don't call Rahman. Naura's bag is there."

"What's? Actually exist?" Mom put her hape back on the kitchen set shelf. I just nodded.

"Must be checked dear, immediately after the Magrib prayer yes. If it is positive, do not fast anymore. You really look so cute, baby." Mother advised me. I re-peel the brains and dabble into the key orange sauce. So much fun. More enjoyable than usual.