Doctor Naura

Chapter 97 Perfect (No)

Saturday morning, at 05.50 WIB

We are already at the edge of Pasir Padi Pangkalpinang beach. Father, Mother, I, Bang Zamy, Sister Nindya, Bang Fathur, Elza and Nisa. Papa and Aunt Mira also participated.

Two sheets of thin foamed character width mats have been unfurled. A show that my mom really likes. We grilled fish, fish, squid, and chicken that has been revealed presto yuk Mairoh yesterday afternoon, a rooster of two tails. Aunt Mira has issued a thermos of rice heating along with tupperware plastic dishes. Mother also began to take out the terasi sambal and sambal kecap cayenne cayenne pepper key, there is also lalapan cucumber, decoction of green and purple round eggplant, boiled the heart of a banana kepok, boiled shoots of sweet potato leaves, etc, boil chayote and decoction of young jackfruit. All of them are ready to be combined with processed rusip from Toboali. Rusip Bangka special food is made from permentasi bilis fish that are very loved by my family. Dad and Papa made fire from charcoal that Bang Fathur bought last night.

Soon enough, they saw fish on the grill. The smell carried by the wind began to smell around the beach.

A few minutes later, the bright weather increasingly creates a bright feel. The sun from the Eastern horizon has also revealed its reddish-yellow rays. The seagulls wiggled over the surface of the sea. While the sea breeze was blowing loudly greet the happy faces we enjoy togetherness on holidays. Smoke from charcoal plus coconut coir prepared by Aunt Mira billowed alternately, dancing beautifully following the wind direction. The smoke that sometimes makes our eyes sore and redden. While on the road, some people began to appear to be on the move, some were jogging, leisurely walking by moving their limbs, some were wheeled shoes, and there were many were cycling. Sometimes people pass by alone, but more are with friends and family. Half of them rebuked and greeted with a nod of their heads and a smile to us who were sheltering under the leaves of the decades-old catapult.

"Bag a shower for a second, baby...." Bang Zamy placed two pillows he had just taken from the car to raise my waist sitting on a wide catapult rod. He put his phone on my thigh which started to slide. I took it and put it in a duffel bag with a change of clothes and a towel that I overcame with my left knee.

"Isn't it cold to take a sea bath at this hour?" Mother asked accompanying a nod of my head.

"No ma'am, if it's in the water steady taste, refreshing." Bang Zamy replied as he approached Bang Fathur who was waiting for him. The two of them walked towards the sea about a hundred meters from the direction we were sitting. They only wear singlets and shorts.

"Daddy, Papa, don't you take a shower?" I asked looking at the two of them fanning charcoal.

"Mandi dong, but I'm done eating." Papa replied.

"Dad took a shower too, but waited a little later." Father replied while lifting some fish that had blackened the outer scales, mateng and ready to be dicocol with soy sauce sauce.

"If your father takes a shower now, he could lose all his teeth, son." Mother answered.

"Cock can fall out granny?" Nisa looked at mom, she asked seriously and already imagined dad laughing with his teeth falling out, toothless, his smile grinning while looking back at dad.

"Yes fell out cu, was old not strong exposed to water in the cold, unlike Nisa, her teeth are still okeee...." Mother replied with eyes rolling to father. We, especially Dad, were all just smiling hearing Mom's answer. Nisa also smiled even though she did not fully understand the jokes of mother.

*****

From my seat selonjoran, I occasionally stared at the two beloved men who were bathing. If only Bang Rahman added, it would be even more exciting.

"The chicken will want what part of the thighs the wings? It's already mateng." Father seems to have lifted a few pieces of honey-roasted chicken butter into a banana leaf-leafed plate.

"You want big thighs, right side of the cake." Nisa answered while approaching. We chuckled back.

"Heeemmm..., which is the right thigh? Why even the right?" Dad turned around and looked at Nisa with a cute smile. He looked at Papa, then both of them smiled as they shook their heads.

"Say aunt Naura, chicken thighs on the right are bigger cakes." Nisa replied with her lute. At first glance the shadow when I gave him fried chicken, long ago, when I recently knew and knew his life story. I gave Nisa a piece of big chicken thigh.

"It's so big aunty...,"

"Yes that's the right chicken thigh." I used to answer that.

"Which left is smaller, is it Doctor's aunt?"

"Yes." Yeah." I smiled remembering the slides of the past with the little girl. His memory is very sharp. What I said is still neatly recorded in his memory. Luckily, we always gave our best to my beautiful niece. So nothing bad would interfere with his brain development.

Nisa brought two pieces of chicken thighs near me. Madam Nindya just kept quiet from earlier. He still seems affected by Morning Sickness, but tried to hold it because he was uncomfortable with the existence of Dad and Papa. Elza poured the coconut ice that Nindya had stored in the refrigerator overnight into a large white shard cup with a handle. He slipped a pipette over it with a spoon. Mira's mother and aunt sat together in front of me. There are many things to be the chat of those who call each other with the word besan. The sky was getting brighter, a plane was clearly visible in the air. Lion Air route Pangkalpinang-Belitung, the first flight.

"Yoh San when we plan to go to Belitung for a rame-rame like this, it must be fun." Mother shifted the subject because she saw a passing plane.

"May Besan, but most likely not this year even next year. These two are just waiting to erupt." Aunt Mira pointed at me and Madam Nindya with her lips. We just smiled with our eyes. Dad and Papa seem to be getting more compact with the fires, while their son and daughter-in-law, even engrossed in bathing. Me and Nisa? Quietly while enjoying togetherness, we had already finished three pieces of grilled chicken. I'm two pieces, and Nisa's with her right thigh cut.

*****

Bang Zamy and Bang Fathur ran from the middle of the sea. They were cold, their eyes were red, their skin pale and lips bluish with skin on their toes and hands wrinkled. Arriving near us the two immediately asked for a towel. Then nimbly lift each one gallon of water to rinse in a place not far from where we are sitting.

"Aaaa..., it's cold..., Daddy and Papa don't shower?" Bang Zamy asked as he sat down flapping next to me. He kissed my right cheek for a moment. While the Fathur bang directly approached towards the grill fire, it warmed up there.

"Look at you two getting cold my teeth are about to fall out...." Father replied. Mom laughed and threw a plastic cup at me. Dad caught it and put the cup back on the mat. Bang Zamy just raised an eyebrow hearing father's reply. While we were laughing, we continued the problem of teeth falling out.

"Eat, boy, you're cold like this, must be good at eating. Zam, Thur, this is gonna keep the name warm." Mother invited her two cold sons to start eating.

"Za, Nindy, San besan, Besan lanang too, let's eat, the grill is done staying on top of that. Come on Well, Naura boy here, let's eat Nisaaa.., here Cu, come closer we eat." Mother brought us all to eat. Then we moved to follow my mother's invitation.

"Lha the chicken bones on this plate who's piled up like this?" Bang Zamy asked in surprise when he saw me putting a plate filled with chicken bones into a wide green bucket. His eyes teased and suspected me. I'm just smiling.

"When? Wasn't there no cat? It wasn't a former cat, but Nisa and Aunt Naura who ate. Grandma forgot?" The innocent little girl replied and asked in wonder. Bang Zamy rubbed the hair of a beautiful girl who did not understand figurative sentences.

"Hemz...., so Nisa's the same aunt Naura who ate?"

"Yes, um."

"Waw a lot of it too." Bang Zamy clucked which made Nisa blush in embarrassment. We finally laughed again. Enjoy food and family intimacy. Occasionally Bang Zamy gives the chicken meat part or the brown part like the heart of the fish cassava. He bribed directly to me. Never changed from the old days, even though at home only the two of us ate, he always, would occasionally bribe me with his hands. My feelings? I am very happy to be treated like that.

*****

At 11.06 WIB, the sun is getting higher, the heat feels like biting the skin. After many times shifting the seat mat, following the shaded groove. We finally packed home after being engrossed many times taking pictures together. Bang Fathur and Mbak Nindya took selfies many times. So did me and Bang Zamy, saw my photo adorned the memory of his phone. And Elza? He's fast-moving. Our photos with him have been successfully uploaded to the story whatapp and on facebook have many also commented on the photos uploaded. He seems to be happy.

*****

After enjoying the event on the beach, we went home. But there is something different I feel on the way. My stomach began to mules heavily, but because of the rhythm for a moment then I did not tell anyone directly because the mules only happened once.

"So after dropping us off, you're going straight to Zam's office?" I asked Bang Zamy who was driving. Father had leaned his head and seemed to be sleeping next to him soon.

"Yes ma'am, just for a second, when it's over, Zamy goes straight home." Bang Zamy replied casually while staring at us from the middle rearview of the car.

"You've already started your leave? How is it still busy like that? Isn't there a pe el te?" Mother represents the voice of my heart asking.

"Yes starting Monday after the day Abang leave, only given five days by the board of directors. This Faisal said of the sudden problem." still in a relaxed tone Bang Zamy replied. She listened, and so did Elza and I, who were sitting on my left. Stay clear only the sound of the father's snoring began to be regular.

*****

I lay down on the bed with the AC on. After the Zhuhur prayer, the short mules came back, but again I did not tell Bang Zamy who had been saying goodbye before entering Zhuhur time. I also feel that I do not need to inform my mother and father about it. And continue to rest in the room. Then after a moment of playing the phone while lying down, I finally fell asleep.

As soon as I woke up I saw it was already half-five in the afternoon. In my heart murmuring, Bang Zamy must have been in the clinic, he came home and prepared without waking me who was sleeping. I also read whatapp message mom who said she was going with dad to Pizza Hut which just opened a branch in Hamidah Opas Indah Building Pangkalpinang. I wriggled a few times then exited the room and found Yuk Mairoh and Elza who were chatting while cooking in the kitchen.

"Mom's not home yet?" I asked the two who answered simultaneously.

"It's just gone."

"Huh?" I just read my mother's message, without seeing the time.

"Yes, Mak Wo said he wanted to wait for his brother to wake up, uh not wake up." Elza explained with a smile. His hands deftly moved the stir-fried tofu egg sprouts from the cauldron to the plate. I just shrugged my shoulders hearing it. For a moment I sat down drinking water and ate half a field orange, then went back to the bathroom and took a shower. After the shower I went back to see Elza who was watching tivi in the living room next to the kitchen. Yuk Mairoh has returned to his home.

"Abangmu (Bang Zamy) was leaving for the clinic at what time?" I asked as I sat next to Elza.

"Abang hasn't come home from earlier, brother." He answered quickly.

"Mak Wo was also surprised earlier, when the phone call Bang Zamy also died." Elza continued. I frowned, as soon as my heart was beating violently. Nah! He should have gone home. I went back to my room and got my phone. I tried to contact Bang Zamy. Sure enough, not once connected, try a few more moments. Only the voice of the operator was heard repeatedly answering. I'm starting to worry. While my stomach suddenly began to mules amazingly, momentarily stopped, and was present again longer, then stopped again.

I saw in the missed call, three times the number of the nurse who helped Bang Zamy at the Honey Bee clinic called. Mak Yang and Santi were also on the list of missed calls. I'm so worried, I'm sure Bang Zamy hasn't come to the clinic. My stomach felt heavy mules again. Then I tried to contact Bang Zamy's confidants in his office, no one knows where Bang Zamy is now, they said Bang Zamy had long since returned from his hospital. I began to shed tears on the sidelines of the mules of my stomach which was getting more frequent and long rhythm.

"Dedeeekkk.., help your mom calm down, baby boy.., your daddy's coming home soon." I chatted and stroked my tummy with my left hand. While my right hand awaits my mother's answer, I need my mother and father right now. Not even my mother answered my phone call.

"Sister? Brother call Mak Wo? Mobile Mak Wo is in Elza, earlier Mak Wo asked to bring to Pujako for anti-scratch change, Hape Mak Wo was fallen and accidentally stepped on by Pak Wo." Elza suddenly nongol at my bedroom door with her mother's cell phone in her right hand. I was weak to hear his explanation. Why can't it break and not bring a cell phone when I need you mom. My tears fell back. Elza put her cell phone on the bed near me to sit down. Then he left.

I didn't lose my mind, I immediately switched calls to dad. But the ringtone with the song Kupuja-puja Ipank was even heard in the front living room next to my room. I went out and saw Dad's phone hooked up to the charger and plugged in the electrical contacts. I didn't bring a cell phone.

I was sitting limp on the sofa in my room and looking at my sophisticated phone, but by no means at all at the moment. I closed the room door and started to sob slowly. However, a moment later I reopened my phone and saw twenty more picture messages through whatapp from an unknown number. My hand moved quickly to open it. However, as soon as my blood gasped, my heart was pounding erratically, my mules were getting longer and longer, the pain seemed to crumble all over. My mind whispered softly to the deepest heart of sorrow.

It's not an edit, but it can't be the Bang Zamy I know so well. There's no way Bang Zamy who loves me so much and loves me would be like this. I'm sure this didn't really happen to me and Bang Zamy, it wasn't possible when I almost welcomed the birth of the first child we've been waiting for. This is definitely not the real Bang Zamy, this is definitely not my husband. My stomach returned long mules and excruciating pain. But not because of the mules, all of a sudden, I felt my body weak helpless. My hearing was starting to feel faint.

"Your!" I could still hear my phone falling onto the couch and Elza screaming.

"Sir Naura! Brother why?"

My eyes became heavy, I tried to open them but they were no longer strong. Even to support my neck I am powerless. My head drooped to the left and hit the head of the belt located on the back of the sofa in Bang Zamy's jeans. And me? I can't even feel the pain anymore.

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