Doctor Naura

Chapter 63 About All

Arriving near the car he parked on the side of the road, bang Zamy for a moment thought and went back into the daily office of Bangk@pos. Unlike before, he was now treated very kindly. Their employees become very responsive. He was told to sit waiting. While waiting he was engrossed with his phone.

Not until fifteen minutes later, came a bespectacled man with a thick, curly-haired lens. His thin thighs make the jeans he wears increasingly make it look untidy. On his wrist he saw bones sticking together. He smiled revealing his blackened yellow teeth mostly smoking cigarettes.

“Sorry sir, I am Opid editor of the news published today.” He shook hands to bang Zamy who greeted him with a nod of his head.

“Honestly how much did you get paid to report this useless news? Have you traced first who Shelly is, is she really positive covid-19? I will not hesitate to report people who tried to bring me down for no apparent reason.” Bang Zamy went straight to the point. He sat down leisurely on the guest sofa while staring at Opid who was still standing. Opid is silent. From his eyes, he was involved in a mistake.

“Speak, don't just talk through your fingers. I want to hear confirmation from the author of this front page.” Bang Zamy again showed the big title in the newspaper on the table of the living room, with the rest of his life, bang Zamy was still waiting for Opid to talk.

“Pak, sorry sir, it is wrong we did not look into the truth first. Because you are quite well known here, so any news about you must be interesting to the reader. Should have been us..” Mr. Opid, who was about the age of the Zamy bang, stammered with his dry lips peeling.

“The error was unintentional, but if it was intentional it was not a mistake. But the newsman's cunning way to earn money. How much are you getting paid? Do you want to talk or wait for a call from the police?” Bang Zamy got up from his leisurely seat. He stood slightly crouched towards the guest table. His eyes stared intently at Opid who was trying to smile.

“Don't sir, pity my wife's son. Poor my parents. I'm the backbone of the family." Mr. Opid smiled. Scratch of neck veins on the forehead increasingly make it look old.

“For what do I pity the family of people who have no compassion for Me and family?” Pretending to be arrogant, bang Zamy responded.

“Please sir, please...” Pak Opid is sitting next to the Zamy bang while cupping both palms. He was gibbering.

Pangkalpinang is a small town, whose news of the classmate bang Zamy will very quickly spread. He's Wakapolri's nephew and has a lot of money to just punish perverts like himself….

“What is your contribution so that there is no report to the police?” Bang Zamy started to open up. He also could not bear to see people adoring him.

“What yes sir, I just said what?” Mr. Opid smiled kindly.

“You must have an official facebook account, please confirm that my wife and I are not infected with Covid-19. And tomorrow as it is published today, no matter how the first sheet of the newspaper there must be a big title which is essentially Me and Negative Wife Covid-19.” Bang Zamy gave a request. Mr. Opid was silent for a moment.

"If not, we'll meet again next time, maybe in court." Bang Zamy added.

“Alright sir, fine. Tomorrow will be in our newspaper sir about it.” Opid responded quickly.

“Alright, if your words are right, tomorrow our problem is clear.”

“How do you know Shelly?” Bang Zamy whispered before leaving.

“He's my neighbor sir.” Mr. Opid replied, Zamy's bang steps again stopped. He backed off, turned around and asked.

“When is he usually at home?”

“He used to come home tonight sir. Eleven hours or even until two hours Fajr.” Mr. Opid replied for sure.

“Call your phone number, and accompany me tonight. We'll act like a private detective catching criminals.”

Bang Zamy whispered big to Opid who nodded obediently. After that bang Zamy patted his left shoulder and passed away leaving the local print media office. He headed for the office as there were some documents he had to finish today as well.

*****

At 11pm Nina came to my office. The patient was no longer waiting.

“How are you Nin?” I hugged her warm.

“Good Alhamdulillah, but now it has often got interference from your Brother.” He complained not seriously.

“Hemzzz my brother a lot. Can you know which one?” I turned the chair facing him who was already sitting on the patient seat in front of me. He twirled the chair with both hands in his pocket.

“That's Dirga. Grandpa also dizzy made, but he's his son really good really.” Nina explained.

“Oh that one. How's it going now? I haven't seen that little nosy man in a long time.” I imagined the face of Dirga who was always cheerful without the burden of life.

“He's fine, It's been preparation, waiting out permission from Kemenkumham, he opened the Notary's office in the shop that Grandpa bought, and he's still curious to find who his biological father is.” Nina explained to me.

“Oh so, grandpa healthy?”

“Iya healthy, she says Naura may be ‘kilak’ in pregnant young. That's why I rarely go to Grandpa's house."

“Depart, insyaAllah weekend we play there. Uh, 'betewe' there will be flavors so my sister-in-law nih...” I teased Nina.

“Gak lah..., Oh yes yesterday I saw Zamy bring a fishing rod to BBG? Tumben he brought his own motor.” Nina switched the conversation. I frowned in astonishment. The feeling of yesterday we spent all day in a hotel room. Mixing love even four times. How could Nina have seen him bring a fishing rod to the Bangka Botanical Garden. A tourist garden that has a fishing pond, a variety of seasonal plants and vegetables. The largest cattle ranch in the Bangka Islands.

“Ah time anyway? Maybe you're the wrong person Nin..” I dispute.

“Truly I saw Zamy, but just look through the car.” Nina is still insistent.

“She glazed eyes?” I started to suspect.

“It's less obvious, but she's wearing a ‘Mandra' helmet" Nina described with her hand.

“You sure?" I made sure again.

“Yah Naura, I know Zamy for centuries..” Nina returned to her attitude when she was friends with me first.

“Wait a minute.” I then made a video call to Bang Fathur.

“Yes what is my dear sister..,” She plays her lips and her teeth bother me.

“Bang, brother yesterday fishing to BBG yes?” Straight to the point of the problem I asked.

“Iya dooong, out at home no work. Want to disturb you, you're hiding. Wanna seduce Nindy, she's home. So yaaa.., just fishing but not one. Hahaha.., why is it? Want to go fishing? Nih brother is ready to go with your papa.” He showed me his location already in papa's house.

“OK go there. Don't bother Nindy yaaa.

“Ih sewot only. He just wasn't mad...” He returned judes once. Then I pointed the camera towards Nina who was agape in shock. Then he pushed the phone towards me again which immediately stopped the call.

“It wasn't Zamy? That's Zamy right?” Nina was confused by herself after seeing someone who had just been on the video.

“That's my sister whom I once told lived in Yogyakarta.” I smiled explaining.

“Who is married to a Palembang?”

“Yes, but divorced. Now he is a lecturer at UBB.”

“Really?” His face changed.

“Iya, he said so.”

“Bangeeet, but he's more chatty and a little black.” I was in charge of explaining.

“Hemmm..., where does he live?” Kepo Nina's soul came back out.

“While at my house.”

“Really? When are you going to take me to dinner? All acquaintances.” Nina pinched my chubyku cheek.

“Ah you anyway, um my brother selling, can be chosen-select.” I frowned breaking his passion for the kepos.

“Hemzzz..., that's not it, you said the friendship lengthened the age, I want dong long life.” He made a smart excuse this time.

“Huh telaattt..” I cheered Nina who was smiling passionately out of the room. I sighed deeply and was only able to shake my head imagining, he would again try to race to get the Fathur bang with the mbak Nindya. But mbak Nindya is not so ambitious, even he looks ordinary and there is no signal to like the adult figure of the Fathur bang. Ah, whatever, the soul mate is in God's hands. I looked back at my computer screen, a referral patient was heading into the room.

*****

“Bu, Nisa does not want to come to the garden, she is the same mother at home.” Sister Nindy spoke with aunt Mira who has slowly begun to walk without a stick. He only held his hanky while walking.

“Iya son, go.” Mom allowed Nindya to come with papa to the garden. They boarded a pickup truck to get there, after Nindy fell into a car rental bang Fathur, papa bought a pick-up car to pick up the materials in the garden. Madam Nindya has climbed to the back of the car with the tub open.

“Eh mbak, mbak in front is the same om Ram, let me be behind.” Bang Fathur rode also to the pick up car.

For the sake of getting the heart mbak Nindya whatever done bang Fathur….

“Bapak alone in front of the same father. I'm good here a lot of wind.” Nindy's mom has a plain. Though he wanted to let the venerated Fathur bang be more comfortable sitting next to papa.

"Ah, let me just behind...." Bang Fathur pulled Nindya down.

"Don't sir. Dad in front of me, I'm used to it...." Nindya's mother doesn't want to go down. He arranged the location of the sack and some equipment to the garden. Hearing the two, papa finally got out of the car and looked towards the two.

“Dad still have something to do to the bank of Sumsel Babel Nindy, with regard to early retirement yesterday, you go first with Fathur, later father following with motor.” Papa was looking for an excuse so that the two could sit together in front.

“Eh then it will go, Nindy wait for father.” Mbak Nindy is still trying to avoid contact with Bang Fathur who is indeed increasingly aggressive approach.

“No need to wait, come on I can bring this car.” Bang Fathur moved into the steering chair.

“Go son, he's a good man kok.” Papa spoke to Nindya. Papa understands very well mbak Nindy who is still so sensitive to the closeness of men. Trauma in the past has not completely disappeared in his subconscious.

“Then Nindy wants to invite Nisa yes yah.”

“Bby, but he didn't want to he said.” Papa replied. Then papa called Nisa and persuaded her to come along. And with a frown Nisapun get into a pickup car driven by Fathur bang. He's on Nindy's right.

“We are like family yes Nis...” Bang Fathur is talking to Annisa. He stroked Nisa's hair just before having to pass his teeth tracing the incline to the right after the morning market to the Pangkalpinang Tin Museum.

“If oom wants to be Nisa's father we are indeed family.” Nisa spoke to her maugu. Nindy's mother immediately covered her son's mouth with a hand. He's looking embarrassed.

“Sorry yes sir, the child just does not understand anything.” Mbak Nindya nodded momentarily towards the Zamy bang.

“Let your hands in her mouth, let her talk freely. I liked hearing her talk just now.” Bang Fathur began to launch an attack. But even Nindya felt uncomfortable on her own. He slowly opened his fingers from Annisa's mouth.

"Mom why the hell, Nisa's just wondering." Nisa protested looking at ibumya.

"But if you're serious what?" Bang Fathur spoke from his little heart.

My brother's base is this one, so aggressive and open....

"Look, whose photo is that big on the wall?" Ms. Nindy pointed to some banners of the road wall they passed. Nisa.

"Ah photos are not pretty." Nisa answered the jutek, while bang Fathur only smiled a little. He knew full well that Nindy was just trying to divert the conversation just now.

*****

“Waaaawww senatnye garden...” Bang Fathur was very happy when he arrived at the garden. He moved his body because of the pain of carrying a car that he really never drove. Most just driving his Hilux bang Rahman car that he brought. It was much more convenient than carrying an old year's open tub carry car.

“Om likes ya?” Nisa asked while writhing along.

“Iya dong, the hawa is still very beautiful. Nisa likes no?” Bang Fathur pulled fix Nisa's clothes that lifted up wriggling.

“Nisa has been bored here since then om, no bread, no pizza, no brownies as often brought om Zamy..” Bang Fathur smiled at Nisa's complaint.

"Om Zamy likes to bring food?"

"Yes, Zamy's been really nice to him." Nisa passion tells the goodness of bang Zamy.

"Nisa invited to walk you know...." The little girl's eyes sparkled again.

"Nisa want to go for another walk?"

"You dong om."

“Where do you want to try listening?”

“Mau to Hypermart, play on 'timzon', or to Trans Studio, or take the airplane nguuunggg..” Nisa tries to get on the plane with her hands.

“Flying vessels? Planes mean?”

“Iya.” Nisa replied, while Nindy smiled looking at the two.

“OK deh, later insyaAllah om take there as much as possible. Now take a natural airplane first.” Bang Fathur lifts Nisa's body by holding her legs and chest up to the pangkallengan. He flew Nisa in the face down position, taking her running around small against the wind, until the little girl's fine hair blushed. Smile them. He took out a hand from the embrace of bang Fathur, and cheered happily.

“Tuhaannn..., give Nisa a father like oom Fathuuur, she can make Nisa fly to outer spaceaa.., horeeee Bang Fathur took him running among all kinds of plants. The green locusts suddenly flew away when the Fathur bang passed by. The sparrows searching for the remains of old corn also flew into the air and perched again on the branches of trees or distant land. Beautiful nature restores the maturity of the soul of the once fragile Fathur bang. On this wet ground, between the greeting leaves, he returned the heart, to return to being a person of meaning to the family.

Wait, I'll propose to you Nindya, whatever your status, no matter what your education history is, it's not a problem....

“Horeeee...., ibuu...!!! ma'am, seelaaahhh.., look at Nisa who can fly beautifully..., look at buuu..., look, Nisa is very happyaa...” Nisa screamed for her mother who was unable to answer, but only able to tear.

Thank God, you bring good people around me....

He muttered while wiping away the tears.

(connecting..).