Getting Married Late
#33
Alula POVs
The next day according to plan, our first target is to go to RSUD Kajen to make a doctor. I went boning with Bu Mimah, while Mr. Yahya with Mr. Son.
Approximately at 08.00 WIB more, in front of the registration queue has been tiled the registrants, they average the same purpose, want to make a healthy certificate and a certificate free from Drugs and Psycotropics.
After successfully registering I was directed inside, there was already an officer who measured and recorded height and weight, ternsu only we have to wait for the queue number we called.
I sat in front of poly gigi, because in the general poly queue bench there was no seat, you can imagine waiting how long until my queue number no.52 was called, it's so tantrums with people who want to check again, boring really.
Finally, until the time of prayer dhuhur my number has not been called. Want me to stay praying fear my number is called and the queue number after me who advanced first, arrrgh..
Finally at exactly 12:00 WIB the doctor and accompanying nurse declared a break. Alhamdulillah, so do not be afraid if the queue number is called, where the worm in my stomach is also already at the concert of seriosa song again.
I was invited to pray at the Mushola Hospital in the back, east of the pharmacy. I took the water from the faucet outside, then entered the mushola, the temple was there too, I happened not to bring the mukena.
I finally got a mukena from a woman who had just finished praying. I pray with my stomach still rumbling, of course can not be khusyu', my mouth recites do'a but my mind is shadowed Padang food stall in front of the hospital, this morning when I left I had a glance, it seemed very delicious. Prayerkupun finally as soon as the delivery of the expedition package, express.
After the prayer, we went to the chicken noodle shop in front of the hospital across the street, unlike my shadow at the time of prayer, maybe it was just the temptation of the damned syaiton, now that I'm not interested anymore, I just want spicy chicken noodles and nampol, let these eyes fress from the oven, nastar kali.
We sat on the bench inside, a bit irritated in the room measuring 4 x 3 meters with the same other men. I also enjoyed the chicken noodles in an uncomfortable atmosphere.
Finished eating my chicken noodles I went to the next shop to buy candy and mineral water, I took tamarind candies, then we rushed back to the hospital, and then we rushed back to the hospital, this time I sat on the terrace close to the common poly room to hear if our queue number was called.
At 13 WIB fewer nurses began to continue calling the queue number, the queue number 48 began to enter the practice room, not long after he came out. Maybe his examination accelerated unlike the time before dhuhur time.
Next called the queue number 49 and 50 no one entered, maybe they were still ishoma, finally my queue number was called, Alhamdulillah.
I rushed into the room, and now I could see the beautiful doctor behind the door, because all I've seen since is a nurse pacing in and out of doors opening and closing doors while repeatedly reading out queue numbers. Maybe if the door could talk it would have cursed the nurse.
"Please sit down, Mom!" the nurse was soft. "I checked his blood pressure, ma'am" he said again, gluing a tensimeter pad to my left arm. For a moment he started pumping.
I also just obey without denying what the Sister and the doctor will do. The nurse recorded the size of the results on a piece of paper.
"120/80 Mhg, it's normal, ma'am" said the nurse.
The doctor put on his stethoscope and placed the end of the stethoscope several times in different places on my chest.
"No complaints, ma'am?" ask the doctor while checking.
"If ordinary days don't exist, Doc, but when the moon comes, it hurts my stomach." I replied.
"That's natural, Mom. Some women experience it. Something to ask, ma'am?" ask the doctor.
"Nothing, Mom." I said.
The sister gave me a piece of paper.
"Please go to the Lab room, ma'am, this is handed over to the officers there" he said.
"Thank you, ma'am." I walked out of the room because I was waiting for the next number.
I also walked down the hospital hallway to the lab room, the room was in a row of poly contents lined with the mosque where I prayed earlier.
There are also many who queue, I also handed over a piece of paper that I brought given by the nurse and then sat on the waiting bench.
Didn't wait long for my name to be called, no more queue numbers. I entered the room, and I saw a laboratory worker dripping alcohol on small cotton grains and placed them in a stainless box.
"Please sit down, Mom!" Soft commands. "Please open your left arm, ma'am! I took his blood." he asked, holding a cotton swab that had been smeared with alcohol.
"No pain, ma'am, just a little bit." seduced the officer while looking for the blood glands on my inner elbow, then rubbing alcohol there.
Maybe he knew that I was scared or maybe everyone who came in was just like that.
I also get goosebumps when he holds the syringe, I want to scream but I'm embarrassed.
"Hold a minute, Mom" he said overtime as he was about to stick the needle in my arm.
Mak help me!
I held my breath as the needle slid into my body. I closed my eyes and turned my face away from the nurse.
"It's done. Ma'am," said the nurse as she covered the injection marks with an alcoholic cotton swab to seal off the blood passage.
The clerk then took a small glass bottle and wrote down a sign with a permanent marker, then gave the glass bottle to me, and I received the bottle.
"Sengan pissing in the toilet, pee water is accommodated in the bottle yes ma'am. The bottle will be put on the table in the room, Mom!" the door is pointing towards a room.
"Where's the toilet, Ma'am?" my many.
"The toilet's at the end of this hallway, ma'am." The answer.
"Thank you, Ma'am." I said.
I also walked down the aisle looking for where the toilet was, I found it, I opened the door there was a squat closet, I went up to him, I opened the skirt I was wearing and I opened my panties, I immediately crouched down, I immediately squatted, I put the bottle away because I can't see it down there. I also took out my bladder and,
Sorre...
It felt warm, the liquid hit my left hand, I raised my hand which was holding the glass bottle, ah..
It turned out that my curvature had mostly gone into the closet, my shot in the bottle was not right, I wanted to repeat it but I couldn't, dry it had filled my urinary and the glass bottle was only filled with 10%, yeah never mind.
I cleaned the outside of the glass bottle with a tissue and I put down a place that I thought would not be doused in water. I cleaned myself and put my underwear back on.
I took back the bottle that I had covered with tissue. I also left the toilet. I walked to the room indicated by the laboratory officer, there were other small bottles arranged on the shelf provided. I put the bottle on the empty shelf and left the place.
I came out of the room, Mimah was already sitting on the waiting bench. He patted the empty bench next to him.
"here, Ma'am. Wait for the hanya all of you so that tomorrow can be immediately legalized." he said.
I approached and sat next to him. We are waiting for the health certificate and the drug-free and psychotropic certificate is completed.
The time shows at 16.30 WIB and we have not yet prayed ashar. I also invite Ms. Mimah to pray ashar first so that later it will not be kesorean.
When we returned to the counter in the laboratory room, our names were called. I also received our lab results with pleasure, in the letter explaining that I was negative from drugs and pycycotropics. Thank God it is so relieved.
There are some of our friends who have to undergo further tests at RSUD Kraton because certain substances are found, he said there is already a tool while in this hospital is not there, slowing time only.
We went home happy, just got a photocopy of the letter and were brought here again tomorrow for legalization.
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