Doctor Naura

Chapter 7 My Story

As soon as I entered the room, I opened my safe. I don't care about my bloody red toenails. Traces of his blood even appeared on the floor of my room. I put the password but because of the rush and lack of concentration I was wrong up to 3 times to enter the password, I had to wait another 5 minutes to reopen it. The safe I used in addition to storing some precious metals and cash, was also where I kept some other important documents. my luxury car BPKB, all original diplomas from SD to specialist doctors, birth certificates and account books are also there.

5-minute wait to be able to re-access the germ safe code use to clean the injured big toe in the bathroom. Then I took the antibiotic ointment and covered it with non-sticky plaster. There was a little pain but I didn't care. My wish right now is to know for sure what my mother, my 28-year-old mother, I think my real mother and I hope to remain my real mother. Maybe mom was joking. But how could he be joking, while talking about his face so serious. How could bang Zamy, bang Fathur and bang Rahman not be my siblings, whereas I was 28 years old already know him as a big brother who loves me so much. How could my father not be my real father, while since being able to remember, my memory of father is always good. Not even did you say and do rude things to me, nor did you. They never ignored my wishes. Never did they distinguish me from my three brothers. So when my mom said I wasn't their son, I felt the sky collapse, the earth stopped spinning and I felt like I couldn't feel my own heartbeat. I walked like I was floating in the air. It was never imagined that I was not part of their flesh and blood.

Five minutes passed and I re-entered the number combination in my safe. Once try to directly. After opening I immediately took the original birth certificate that was not laminated. As fast as lightning I read the act, what I was looking for was the name of my parents. Because if I'm an adopted child, a adopted child, an adopted child or whatever the name is, of course the name of my father and my real mother is someone else, not the name of the father and mother that I consider to be biological all along.

Suddenly my eyes were sharp, as bright as happiness was again present. There is hope that mother is joking, my desire is great so that this is their surprise form in what order. And I took a deep breath when I read my father's name on the birth certificate, which was written Rey Farhan and Yuni's mother Archania. I brought my birth certificate back to them all. I see my family all silent without a word. Everyone looked at me with strange looks as I exited the room with the original birth certificate in hand. I stood right in front of everyone, standing revealing the treasured papers I had brought.

"Dad, Mother, why are you making such outrageous jokes, what surprise are you planning. Here father, look at mother, in the official documents of this country, clearly written father's name as my father and mother's name as my birth mother. How could I possibly believe mother's words....? I talk while shedding tears. I saw everyone staring back at me. Bang Fathur stood holding my shoulder, the pressure of his hand inviting me to sit on the sofa. But I hardened my body. Stay standing firm begging for clarification of their statement a few minutes ago. I approached the mother who was sitting on the floor near the door to the dining room. I saw him looking out with a look I didn't understand. I held her shoulder, facing me.

"Mom, what's wrong with me? What have I done until you punish me like this. How could you say I'm not a father and mother's son. Look ma'am, look at my birth certificate it's clear that my mother's name is my mother's...." My crying is getting softer and more unstoppable. But my mother was silent. Her eyes were red, her tears did not stop crying. He embraced me as much as he pleased.

"Son, this is exactly what you and dad are afraid of. Your anger, your unbelief...." Mom talks while sobbing.

"Mom please tell me that I'm just kidding. I'm father and mother's biological son, right?" I tried to convince again. I saw Dad standing up from the couch, walking up to us. Bang Rahman sat wide with his hands leaning against the sofa. His eyes looked at the ceiling of the living room. While Bang Fathur sat staring at the table. He bit his left thumb finger, while his right hand was busy twirling the hape. As for bang Zamy, occasionally looking pity at me who was still crying. He did not move from his seat. Sometimes he breathes heavily.

"Naura, forgive us son, but father and mother do not lie, Naura is not our biological child...." I talk while sitting near me.

"How could father, this on this birth certificate there's obviously a father and mother's name." I tried to convince.

"Yes, son, it was our fault. In the past the adoption administration in the civil registry office was so convoluted. 2 weeks more your mother and father went back and forth preparing documents, but still not complete. So we decided, administratively we lied to the officer about the data." I'm trying to stay calm.

"Why do new mom and dad say it now? If it is true that I am the adopted son of father and mother, I must be told when I am 18 years old. Why father? why Mother?" I'm still sobbing, it's even becoming. I stared at the two of them.

"Yes, we want to be guilty. Already long ago, even when you were still sitting in High School, father and mother many times wanted to try to tell you and your brothers. But so much consideration. Father and mother think, if before even when we have finished High School we have told you, we are worried that your learning spirit will decline. We don't want you to be burdened with your status in this family." I relaxed to explain. His hands moved to lead me and my mother to the sofa. I think so, too, with Mom. We sat on the sofa with a tense and stiff face. I was still crying, looking down trying to soak in all the words that came out of my father's mouth. I saw that bang Zamy poured some more tea into his glass and sipped it a little. I don't know what's on his mind right now. But real from his gesture, he was agitated. Momentary silence. I put my birth certificate on the table.

"Dad..., mother..., so whose son is Naura? Who are Naura's biological parents?" I'm trying to ask. My feelings churned. There was anger coming suddenly. I don't know for whom. I don't know either.

Mother grabbed the tissue, and rubbed it against my tear-filled face. My eyes are swollen. I took another piece of tissue, and then I threw out the snot that suddenly melted with tears. As usual, I breathed snot into the tissue earlier.

"Here you go, Naura don't have to think about who your biological parents are. I mean father and mother to let Naura know that Naura is not your brother's sister. Even if you're not our biological child, but not one bit less affection from us for you, that feeling is the same, son, we love you just as much as we love your three sisters." My mother hugged me tightly while talking. My three brothers and I were silent. They were as shocked as I was. I didn't expect to find this reality at all. That the beautiful doctor they always keep from childhood is apparently not their biological sister. Then I looked at the eyes of father and mother alternately.

"If my biological parents father and mother don't know, then how did Naura come from your mother's life?" The more I stick to my mother's eyes. There was a crystal at the end of his eye. Endure, do not want to fall again in front of his daughter, Naura. Father cleared his throat several times, his right hand playing the beloved agate ring. Many times I saw his right hand flashing with a bright red-eyed ring. Soon enough, I saw my father again squeaking his eyes to code to my mother.

"The story is almost similar to that in soap operas nak."

"Tell me mother, I'm ready to listen." I answered quickly. Mother threw my head that was not covered with a headscarf over her shoulder. His right hand began to pat my shoulders subtly.

"Well son, I'll tell you briefly, how you began to become an important part of our lives." Mom stopped for a moment. I saw bang Zamy several times picking up the phone, his secretary had called several times. The patient is waiting. Likewise with me, I'm sure my secretary has contacted me many times. But my phone was in the room.

"At that time, about 28 years ago. While still illuminating the smell of wet soil because of the night of heavy rain accompanied by lightning and lightning.., the mother woke up and will perform night prayers. Finish the prayer as you normally read the Quran in a slow voice so as not to wake your brothers who are in a slumber." Mom stopped again. Crying stopped. I focused on hearing my story from my mother. I saw the look on his face. Let out her tears, and they all contain the truth.

"Certain ma'am?" I can't wait to ask. Mom's back stroking my hair.

"Just a few minutes, suddenly I heard the sound of a car roaring, seemingly away from our home. Mother straightened her ears, but the sound of the car was faint and then slowly disappeared. Mother then continued to teach him and thought that it might be a neighboring car that was willing to queue to fill diesel at the gas station. At that time, tin was still expensive, so many people were hoarding solar for unconventional mining purposes. Then...."

"Then my mother went back to teaching. But a few seconds later, the mother was again surprised by the baby's voice. Mother re-attached the ears, even removing the mucus so that hearing is clearer. The baby's crying is getting worse. Once mother thought, it was just a hallucination of mother, but her voice grew louder in the middle of the bike at three in the morning. Then I woke up your father, invited him along to take a peek and open the door. That time was also rife with restrictions, so we must be vigilant. We went out to the porch, before opening the door we were lurking through the curtain, and there was no one to see. Then your father opened the door. And...."

"Am I the one over there, ma'am?"

"Yes, son, we saw you stop crying as soon as we saw our presence. You're less than 4 months old. And under the dim porch lights, that's the first time I've seen your smile. It's so beautiful, I fell in love with you." Mom's back sobbing. She was shedding tears again while hugging me tightly once more. It's warm, it's warm I feel.

"What is there mom? Will or something?" I enthusiastically ask.

"There's no identity at all, son. There are only two sheets of plain white baby cloth as your base on the cardboard. The rest of the clothes you are wearing. Long shirt without singlet, long pants without diaper or other. That's it, kid, no socks and gloves. But as soon as you lowered your head, you immediately raised your hands as if you wanted to be carried immediately. I immediately carried you, brought you into the room. Then still holding you, I unloaded the bundle in the closet. There were still a lot of clothes for your brothers when they were babies. I changed your wet clothes from spit and tears. I dab your brother's telon, I look for and pair the best clothes that are slightly suitable for girls. While your father went straight to the house of RT sir whose house is about 1 kilo from our house, reported about the discovery of a baby girl. Not long ago, RT sir has come with Lurah sir and 2 police officers. They recorded everything we told them. You'll be taken by the police to the office, but I beg you not to." Mom explained at length. I've stopped crying.

"Who gave Naura her name?" Bang Fathur asked. Everyone is still listening to the story my mother told me.

"After the incident, the father and mother went back and forth to the police station giving the same information. Like they're handling it. There is indeed a team trying to find out who has put the baby in front of the house. But it didn't work because there wasn't enough evidence. CCTV did not exist at that time. Until after consultation with some elements of society the mother's father officially took the baby as a child. We decided to cut a goat. Invite some relatives and acquaintances and people around the house. We, father and mother agreed to give the baby the name Naura Ghe Divanka which means flowers or light. Our hope is that you, Naura can always shine in this life. No sadness, no grudges let alone tears." Mother spoke while incessantly hugging and stroking my hair. I don't know what's raging in my heart. Sad, pity, hate, fed up with people I don't know where the jungle is. I'm galau. A moment of silence. We are with our own minds. The night wind was blowing slowly through the window that was deliberately left open by father. The smell of flowers blooming under the window opened the room. The cold weather made my mind soar somewhere. Who can throw away his own flesh and blood? Who until the heart leaves the baby with 2 sheets of white blanket cloth on the cardboard? Wh who? Who does not have that heart? My mind barks again, but to whom will I be angry? Just put it all in tears.

"Well mom and dad. Thank you for sharing this secret story. Even though I feel so late." I slowly spoke.

"I'm sorry, son. We're not...."

"There's nothing to forgive. There's nothing wrong. Only my destiny has come in its own way. My cold destiny is knocking on my mom and dad's house. Thankful I found the right door." I try to calm down. Although my heart is actually afraid not to be a bitch.

"Well father, mother and brother all, Naura is going to the clinic. Please continue your conversation." I stood alone with my family. Kasian has almost entered Isya, the patient must have been restless. Though I would love to ask about the agreement to marry me to bang Zamy. Who agreed to marry me. Are you and your mom hiding any other secrets? I'm dismissing that question. It feels so uncomfortable and awkward to talk about. How could I possibly marry a sister who cared so much for me all this time.

"Who are you going with, son?" I asked when I saw him standing up.

"I'll take Naura ma'am."

"I'll take Naura ma'am."

Serempak bang Fathur and bang Rahman stood up. Bang Zamy looked towards the two.

"You rest, I'll go with Naura." Bang Zamy standing up. I stopped the step.

"No need to bang Zamy, Naura goes alone. All of you later want to stop by the home of the Airin doctor, want to ask the results of the meeting of the formation of a new group handling covid 19." I lie. Though I already knew the results through a video call with Airin's doctor in the car this morning. I just made excuses to go alone.

"All right now, deck your brother in your car. Your car's in the clinic." Bang Zamy brought out a powerful style that I find very difficult to refute. I walked into my room without arguing anymore. Then enter the bathroom to wash your face, then put on a mask, change clothes again, wear a hijab, socks, take a bag and put other equipment into it. I kissed my parents' hands, my foster parents. Pamit to bang Fathur and bang Rahman, then to the garage because I'm sure bang Zamy is waiting in my car. The engine sounds heard. Mom walked me to the door.

"Mother wishes, nothing has changed and affected your happiness because of this. I love you so much." Mom took me off with a warm hug.

"God willing, mother."

I smile. But deep down in my heart there is a deep wound, whether it is a wound for whom.