Doctor Naura
Chapter 92 Against Use (2)
Cold dawn, time still shows at 03.12 WIB, not heard the sound of chicken crow once. Suddenly I woke up with a sick stomach as it was stirred. The pain even reached the heart. I sat in pain and nausea. I wanted to vomit but nothing came out.
"Dude...." I called out to bang Zamy, retreated slightly from my seat and turned on the room light. I'm appalled. There was no figure of my husband in bed. There were only two pillow rolls and our blanket, half of which lay on the floor.
"Baaanggg," again I called my husband. But there is also no law.
"Bang Zamy..," I raised my voice. There is no law either. I then endured the pain heading to the bathroom. Empty, there's nobody. I called him back. My pain is getting more and more twisted. As if stirred by sharp nails. Pain, pain, nausea want to vomit but not vomit. I'm starting to get scared. I got my phone on the bedside table, I called Bang Zamy. But the sound of vibration was even heard next to him sleeping.
"Momuu...! Bang Zamy's...! Ahhhh...! Bang Rahman's...! Bang Fathur's...!" I call all my family members who have come to prepare for the wedding of bang Fathur tomorrow the day after tomorrow. But no one heard it, I realized it was an airtight room. If it did not open the door just a little, then no sound would come out.
"I'm looking forward to.., be patient, son...." I tried to talk to my baby who felt strong. I am a doctor, but in this state of being alone, I am very helpless. My stomach is getting sicker, I'm sweating cold. With the rest of my energy I took the phone on my pillow, this time I tried to contact my mother.
"Hello deck?" my mother's voice greeted me.
"Where's mom? Adek abdominal pain, mother's excruciating pain." I ignored my pain with a broken voice holding back the cry.
"Mother is in the same villa as the others, son." Mother replied.
"Why is there? Naura really has a stomach ache, ma'am.., it's a pain." My tears can't be held back anymore.
"Let's go, son, we're there." My mother answered me with a worried tone. I placed my phone carelessly, my stomach still really hurts. Winding as if stirred taste.
*****
A minute later everything was in front of me with a tense and worried face. Bang Zamy immediately fingered my forehead.
"You have a fever, baby. Wait for me to get the medicine." Bang Zamy took the medicine in his briefcase. Then drink it to me. I just according.
"The stomach hurts, it feels like it's rubbed with a long hoofed hand." I complained to everyone. Mom instantly changed the hue of her face becoming more and more worried. Bang Zamy was still trying to calm down.
"Where's that sick?" while asking him he pressed around my abdomen, upper left chest, lower left and other parts that we used to do in response to complaints of pain in certain areas of the patient's body.
"It doesn't fit where the bang hurts, but adek feels very sick..," I watered. Maybe Bang Zamy hoped, only a little pain caused due to medical matters. But it does hurt a lot, and I feel like this is probably not related to the medical world.
"Excuse me yes, take ustadz Zulkifli in.." suddenly I entered with an ustadz next to him. So
stepping foot, he immediately Istighfar many times and then asked bang Zamy to take a bag of crackles. The Ustadz slowly began to read the verses of the Quran.
"Mother Doctor, please continue to be considerate and ask for protection from Allah." Ustadz suggested it to me. He continued to read the Quran. Bang Zamy and the rest of my family are also in remembrance. I felt my stomach hurt even more, but my heart kept on concentrating so that God would help me win the battle with all the magic that came. The atmosphere was tense, mother and Bang Zamy clasped both of my hands.
"Prophey dear.., istighfar yes...." Mother and Bang Zamy kept taking turns encouraging me. And finally, after the throes of pain and the help of ustadz Zulkifli, slowly my stomach began to disappear. The baby is calm again. I took a slow breath and sat down. I drank a glass of water. Bang Zamy deftly tied up my hair, put on my hijab and wiped the sweat all over.
"Sorry to leave you alone...." He hugged me tightly. His body odor was also drenched in sweat.
"Why are we jamming like this all go to the villa?" my curiosity can't be contained anymore. After a moment of rest calm down and set my breath I asked.
"Hemzzz.., anu dek.., Fredy just suddenly shouted loudly, I happen to wake up want tahajud hear it. Mom woke us all up." Bang Zamy told me as his hands rubbed my sweaty forehead.
"Fredy why?" I'm curious.
"He was almost cheated, there were two men sneaking into the yard through the door trellis that was not locked because Fredy and his friend were there but fun playing dominoes.
"It looks like he's back over the back fence. Or there's a chance he's still around the house and hiding looking for a way out." Bang Zamy continued his story.
"Don't go, yeah...."
"Yes, my brother didn't leave. Just stay here, spoiled baby." Bang Zamy kissed me. I felt calm again when I was in his arms.
"But how could there suddenly be an ustadz...." I tried to ask the contents of my head to his beloved husband who was sitting next to me lying down. She's staring.
"Who came in running said Fredy two people, running towards the villa. But when sought after there is only a basket as it used to contain white cloth, three porcupine spines, clumps of hair and large nails that are stuck on dead chickens."
"Huh? That's really bang. Time is so."
"Yes, so he found the strange thing, the father called his friend asking for the phone number of ustadz Zulkifli who had spoken in his office. Ustadz Zulkifli could've been swooping."
"Owh." I just nodded for a moment. Very unexpectedly, I who had not been so concerned with this kind of teluh, actually experienced it twice already almost used. True said some Bangka people, do not believe in things that can not touch but can kill.
******
Before the dawn adhan, ustadz and some members of my family destroyed the tools people used to send us. All is burned away, there are only bitter memories that I may never forget in my lifetime. Let it be a story, a spice of life between me and bang Zamy who experienced something a little difficult.
*****
The morning came after I went through a stomachache before dawn prayers. The sun had slipped from the cracks of the shady trees in front of my house. Father has helped Mr. Rohim sweep the yard. I have accompanied Yuk Mairoh cooking in the kitchen. And I went back and forth to see Mairoh's mother and yuk cooking, sometimes to the terrace to see father and others. Sometimes also to the room lying alone while tuning tivi, watching while playing the phone and occasionally continue to read old novels that I have not been able to read. While Bang Zamy had gone to the hospital early in the morning. Back that he said there were a lot of files to be verified. While Bang Rahman has also gone to help the busyness at the house of mbak Nindya with bang Fathur, the house that will be the place to marry bang Fathur and mbak Nindya tomorrow morning. Everything was going normally without any other strange things. Although it feels a bit boring without Bang Zamy, I enjoy a happy day because I am very concerned about my mother-in-law.
*****
"Nauraaa..," while seriously reading my novel, my mother knocked on my door.
"Yes mom, just come in." I answered.
"This is a dress for tomorrow's event, already ironed Mairoh." Mom gave me another family suit for bang Fathur's wedding the next morning.
"This is Zamy's. Hopefully not narrow because the size of L does not exist, the existence of M is." She gave him Bang Zamy's clothes. Mom bought it at a New Street boutique not too far from my house. Usually for important occasions our family will make clothes by direct measuring, and, but this time because Bang Fathur marriage was advanced far away from the previous schedule so that the mother was spontaneous only able to search in the boutique only.
*****
While in other places, at the same time, bang Fathur and mbak Nindy together prepare and tidy up the house. Still with the makeup of renting yuk Zaidar, the guarantee has been installed after the tent is finished first. The bridal room has also been decorated as beautifully as possible with shades of a blend of green ping and white.
"God may there be no more bad things like the marriage of Zamy and Estuary." Yuk Zaidar spoke to Nindya's mother who was being paired with hena.
"Aamiin" Bang Fathur replied with a smile.
"God will not be yuk. Wong Naura used to be because there was a heavy crush, well if Nindy? Who wants to?"
"Abang will..," Bang Fathur nenatap mbak Nindya who just kept quiet. While the mind of bang Fathur had drifted far into the next night, with Nindya in the bridal room, alone. Lha Annisa???
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