Doctor Naura

Chapter 98 Alone

At 19.03 WIB

I regained consciousness by myself in the confused lap of Elza. I saw her eyes puffed up with tears.

"Sir, thank God my brother is awake. Elza was afraid that her old sister woke up, Elza was confused about who to call. Elza doesn't know what to do to help sister." Elza was still crying.

"Other times if something happens at home, Elza call Fredy on deck. Thank you for taking care of my brother." I got up with a slight dizziness in the upper head. I sat back for a moment because my body was not yet able to stand balanced, then looked for my phone that had fallen earlier and was already on the table.

"Elza can go back outside, sister is fine." I spoke softly to Elza who seemed very worried about me.

"really? Does your sister need anything?" He still refuses to leave me.

" Sister can call you later if you need anything." I spoke with a convincing smile. Then I poured water beside my bed, a full tall glass washed down my throat that felt hoarse and choked.

"Elsa sat in the front living room, sister. Just call me when you need something." The good girl came out and closed the door, while my hands started to reopen the photos I had seen before fainting.

There is a bang Zamy without wearing clothes with eyes closed, at the bottom of his stomach covered with a white blanket typical of a hotel room. In each picture, a girl is wearing only a BH and pretty lacy red panties are attached to her body. My heart was sliced at all and I repeatedly read the caption from the sender.

"He was exhausted after the third round. Your husband is so good in Naura's bed."

I tried calling the sender's number again, connected but never picked up. I sent him some messages, he just read without replying. I keep trying to calm down, try to calm down and stay calm. I can't be affected.

I'm a smart man, but still looking at a picture of my husband with another woman in a room, it feels like it's going to explode my heart made. Coupled with my stomach that increasingly feels extraordinary mules.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face with ablution water. I immediately prayed Magrib who almost passed. Then I took my phone back. Although it hurts from the contractions and seeing the photos that people sent me, I still want to see those photos again. And yep! I feel the awkwardness. The photo was taken by someone else because there was a shadow, I looked more closely, the shadows were faint in the glass of the closet, and it's not the shadow of the woman posing with my beloved man. And again an oddity appeared, Bang Zamy in the photo always with his eyes closed. If he did right, he woke up, there must be a photo of him dodging the camera. But as many photos as there are, I only see a photo of a man who is unconscious.

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I was agitated and tried to contact Bang Fathur so that he could come to the house immediately. But the number is not active and I called Mbak Nindya, he said Bang Fathur was going to visit because before Magrib, suddenly a student died on the spot, just at the red light in front of the office Tin Pangkalpinang. Goat fight two motorists who both hit the red light.

"If she comes home, please call Naura ya Mbak." I can only order that. My soul is afraid, no longer knowing what to do. My mind was stuck not finding ideas. I was only able to sit around with the pain of the contractions without any family on the side. I threw the phone at the end of the bed and I shed my tears on the bed. About twelve seconds later, my phone rang. I picked up that stupid smart thing, Dirga! As soon as I realized, there was another brother, who might be able to ask for help. I accepted his call.

"Hello Bang?"

"Hello Naura.., deck don't panic huh. The older brother saw Zamy taken by three men and one woman into a hotel room. Zamy they drag walking as if they were drunk heavily. My brother asked him why? They said he was drunk. The brother who immediately responded there was a problem, pretending not to recognize Zamy. Calling the police and journalists. Now we're again waiting for the right time to raid him." I heard Dirga's voice very slowly. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"At what hotel?" I immediately returned to the photos. Why did I not realize the wall decoration in the form of teak wood batik carvings in every middle of the wall. It must be the hotel we went to. Hotel Menumbing Heritage located in Pangkalpinang main market area. I quickly got up, took the hijab and a long leather jacket. My goal is one, I want to see Bang Zamy immediately and see the culprits.

Why did they do such senseless things to my family? We've been too kind to everyone. This time, I feel it's time to fight for their crimes, whoever they are. Whoever did it. I'm obliged to fight. I rushed to get the car keys.

"Have mom and dad not come back?" I asked Elza who immediately shook her head. He stood up to me.

"Where are you going? Elza come with ya." He seems very worried about me.

"Sister went alone, there was Dirga, his brother's mother. If mom's dad comes home just say that brother went to the Menumbing Heritage Hotel and said brother Naura was waiting for them." I explained while inserting a licensed pistol. I tucked it in the inner pocket of the cream jacket I wore. I left Elza who looked very scared and confused.

"Sister! Let Elza come with you."

"No, wait for mom and dad, you can go with them." I quickly passed, I turned on the car engine and can't wait for the heat of the engine, I immediately went out of the house to the location of Bang Zamy as told Dirga. I hold on and try to ignore the pain of contractions that are getting longer and more frequent. I walked down the dark and deserted streets. Street light lighting is not enough to make the atmosphere more bright.

And after driving for not half an hour, I arrived at the hotel gate. The atmosphere looks very crowded there. Three police patrol sedans were on standby with flickering lights. I couldn't get in, then turned around and parked the car outside the hotel gate. I got down and hurriedly walked through the crowd and darkness. I saw one man handcuffed and led into the car. Unmistakably, this must be an incident related to my husband's whereabouts.

"Sir, where's the victim sir, where is he?" I asked the five policemen standing guard at the entrance of the hotel.

"Mom, why are these pregnancies coming here?" They even asked back. No one could possibly recognize my masked face.

"He's been taken by ambulance to the hospital ma'am." The police answered.

"How is he doing?" I'm getting worried.

"She died at the scene. His head was hit by bullets, he was martyred, those who took hostages apparently had firearms. What's mom up here? Let's just take it to be safe." A policeman offered to help. I'm silent, stiff. There's nothing I can think of better.

In the middle of the lights of the hotel gate, look their eyes look at me pity. I just said, after I had called someone, the police who were already in my driving seat, took me after the ambulance that had just left the location. I choked, my chest pounding incessantly. My body felt soaring far, somewhere. And somehow, I was no longer able to shed tears. Like a robot, I'm supposed to go down into the room where the body was laid. This is my office, right here in this hospital where I spend my day. I know the ins and outs of everything. I'm not sure anymore, whether in this hospital anyway, I will accept the bitterest reality of my life. Nah! That can't be happening. This is not reality, it is just a dream. I have to wake up.

But no, I was not dreaming, it was real, I was walking down the corridor to the mortuary autopsy room, I was stopped in front of a wooden, rectangular door where the eyes looked into the room. I saw the whole body lying stiff on the check table covered in yellow plastic cloth. I suddenly felt another contraction. Before he could open the door of the room, it appeared from the end of the hall opposite the direction of the group of people coming in a hurry. Some of the men were dressed as police and medical personnel, I recognized them. Some women were walking limped while crying wailing. They entered the room, while I rewinded and followed in the back row.

"Romiii.., why did you leave so soon, son. Why are you the victim of the savagery of the doctor's kidnappers. Why did you get shot dead by a bullet.., wake up Romi, pity your pregnant wife old naaakkk.." clearly heard in my ear, the old woman's wail while slowly wagging her stiff legs. A moment of clothing worn by the corpse. Even though I seem evil. My heart was sad to see the victim, but there was joy again, a ray of hope to continue living with the beloved heart came by itself. He's a cop, the body's dressed as a cop. My heart cheered in my heart. I slowly backed off regularly, opened the door and moved away from the police mortuary.

"Zamyku is alive. He may have gone home and looked for me." I whispered in the dark corridors of the hospital. I'm headed for the parking lot, I don't see any more cops driving me. But my stomach hurts so much. I think I'm going to give birth soon. I tried calling Bang Zamy, but my call still wasn't connected. I called mom.

"Nauraaa...? Naura. Where are you, baby, forgive me. Where are you now? I'm still at the Menumbing hotel and looking for you baby. Zamy's been taken home, he's been rumbling and looking for you, then unconscious again." I heard my mother's voice crying anxiously on the phone.

"Yes Naura came home, mother also immediately went home.., Naura again in...." I couldn't finish my sentence. Suddenly in the dark parking lot, I felt someone had covered my mouth with a drugged handkerchief. I was struggling and wanted to fight back, but an old pregnant woman like me left only a fraction of my original energy. I felt my face covered in cloth, while my body was carried by two people. I tried to scream for help, but my voice could no longer come out. In limp, as if dreaming, I felt my body had been raised and taken to the top of the car with both hands tied behind my back. My tears melted down both cheeks.

"Baaaanggg Zamy, please help adek. Please forgive me if this is the last day I can breathe and stare at a world full of falsehoods." I whispered in my heart. My tears flowed nonstop.

"Yes Allaaahhh.., give me a chance to see the face of my baby, don't let me die in vain because of the actions of the wicked...." I cried while praying in my heart. I was in half consciousness feeling the contractions return. But my hands and feet could no longer move. My body seemed to be covered with sacks from above, I faintly heard and felt them tying the sack after knocking down my body.

"What's my fault with you? Whoareyou? Please let me go." I cried again with my eyes half closed. My question doesn't come out of my throat. Only my tears are relentless. Why should I end up like this, God.... I went back to sobbing in my heart.

"We just put it here, no one's gonna pass through here these nights. Before he was found, his breathing must have stopped by itself." I heard a man's voice speak.

"All right, let's put it down." Then I felt two people come back to carry me and put me in the bushes by the roadside. I felt like I was in a long nightmare. No. gabe. This is not a dream, this is reality. I was in the saddest nuance of my life. I tried to move my legs, I felt a tremendous pain in my stomach. My tears keep flowing. My breath will stop. But for the sake of the child in my womb. I tried to hold on and pray, God will surely send me a helper. God wouldn't have the heart to see me die silly in a sack tie like this. I tried to open my eyes again, feeling like a heavy drowsiness. I tried to cough, I kept trying to open my eyes. I'm trying to talk. I kept trying to count the numbers over and over again in my heart, in order to keep my consciousness. One.., two.., three.., four.... I'm going over and over again so I don't fall asleep.

"Naaakkk. Let's help your mommy baby, help mommy wake up." I speak from the heart. I'm sure the great in my stomach is able to hear my heart. It doesn't seem reasonable. Who would have thought of an event like this, I had a mattress in a luxurious room like a five-star hotel. I, Naura Gie Divanka, a beautiful and wealthy Pediatrician, am ready with all the planning to give birth to her beloved baby, I am the wife of a great obstetrician, a well-known hospital director in the city of Pangkalpinang, slumped here, in a dark and quiet place, in a place where not a single vehicle passed. I cried out in my heart, calling Him the All-Seeing to help me. Allaaahhh.., I am yours, hear my cry. Help me out, Allaaahhh.... My tears are flowing more and more.

"What? Ls it? Am I looking at a chicken sack of a fallen person?" my chest is beating fast. In the dark of the night, I thought someone was kicking around the little sack that wrapped me up. I kept my stomach from getting crushed when he grabbed me, turning the sack over.

"Is this a ghost? Does this contain chicken? Is this not chicken? Let alone this man." again a male voice that is not so clear. I tried to make a sound, I felt that my consciousness had begun to recover a little. But still my esophagus is unable to make a sound.

"He can't die." I heard the man talking again, apparently alone. Then I felt my body being carried away from there. I just shut up, pray that the person who is carrying the sack containing me who feels it is starting to realize a little is not a bad person.

For about ten minutes of being carried away, I felt that person carefully putting me in a place. He then took out a pointed piece of wood, piercing the sack slowly. I pulled my folded legs so as not to hit the thing that broke into the sack. There was the sound of people tearing up the sack that was enveloping me. Once it opened I tried to hold open my eyes with a dizzy head and a nauseous stomach and pain.

"You people? Are you a living person? You lady? You pity women. You tied? You people?" I saw the person who helped me away and approached me repeatedly towards me. His face was astonished, but immediately I caught him the middle-aged man seemed to be out of his wits. His hair was shoulder-length with a whisker and a thick, irregular beard, on his head tied to a torn piece of scrap cloth. In the moonlight, I saw my surroundings. Apparently I was under a hut surrounded by a grove of weeds as a grown man's neck. I nodded towards the confused man. I approached her with my big belly. Mules is back, the pain is incredible. I turned in front of him, thrusting my two bound hands, but he withdrew.

"Who? Are you a living person?" He muttered like a common-sense person. Step back backwards. He's like a crazy man. But I don't think he's crazy.

"Please help untie the bond." I spoke very weakly while enduring the nausea and pain of my stomach mules. Slowly I felt the water melt between my thighs. My membranes ruptured. I have to be ready to give birth. I sat on the wet ground without any pedestal. A half-sane man helped me understand what I was saying. After a moment of hesitation he approached, biting the knot of the rope that was like the rope of an old-fashioned hock stove. He took off the rope, then he took a step back and looked back at me in astonishment.

"Acreate?" He picked up the sack that wrapped my body earlier, pulled the old sweaters (dilated bamboo) near the hut pole and gave the code for me to sit there, dressed in a white sack with a blue red sack.

"It's not pissing, I'm going to give birth, get out of here, please find someone, anyone to help me. Please.." I said shaking, this is the deepest sorrow in the story of my journey. I'm a pediatrician, my husband's an obstetrician, but for some reason, I'm in a very bad condition now. The great contraction in the middle of the field of thatch that I do not know where exactly the location, my membranes have broken in the night blind, without any other illumination other than the night queen's rays and the twinkling of stars. I groaned in excruciating pain, accompanied only by a new figure, a seemingly imperfect human being. Allaaahhh.., enable me to pass Your trials.... I bit my lower lip withstanding the growing pain. My right hand held onto one of the hut posts made of big bamboo and still sturdy. I closed my eyes, drawing my heart to the Questioner in the test of life. I'm ready for the PERFECT answer even if it's going to be very difficult.

"I'll be here later. You don't die, woman...." The incompetent man said goodbye to me with a low voice broken. I just nodded in solitude. Scared me? There is no more worry and fear. My soul expands greatly, I MUST try to maximally welcome the baby in this limitation. My courage is at the highest peak. I will win, my mind whispered loudly. This struggle of life, must record ME as its champion.

***connected***

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