
Bara Office
The news of the abuse Dirga did against Geby has been known to Bara since this morning. The news was obtained from their circle friends. Online news was also read. Just reading the title alone made Bara curl the corner of her lips. He smiles. I don't know what his smile is for.
Funny, that news is funny. It turns out that the bed-warming woman plus her former secretary was amazing. Incredible in what sense, enough Bara knows.
"Dirga.., Dirga...! The serpent in the pet, the tiniest of snakes, will one day peg. Do you know who is the one who takes care of him. You are too easily fooled. Idiotically. I'm sure soon your hard-earned career will be ruined in the blink of an eye. And I'm sure the snake will come looking for me, too. But take it easy, I'll welcome her....." bara's monologue when he read again one of the online news that accidentally reappeared on the homepage of one of the applications that Bara always read as an entrepreneur.
Bara leaned his head on the back of his great chair. Hape in hand on the table. For a moment he looked pondering. Silence with a straight forward look. Lasts long enough. Fortunately, someone knocked on the door. The embers who were washed away in the daydream, re-awakened.
"Get in!!!"
A black, burly bald head entered the room.
"Say!!! What are you carrying!" Direct to the points. He is the type who does not like stale bases.
"We found it.........."
***
Nia was lying on top of a gurney that had just been pushed into the ER by two nurses, Abrar's best friend.
"Nia....?!, astagfirullah .....you why?" Shocked to be worried. Abrar approached the gurney, and saw Nia helpless, unconscious.
Abrar still could not believe what was presented before his eyes. Wasn't yesterday afternoon Nia was still fine. Go with him. It was not even noticeable that Nia was sick. If Nia is sick, Abrar will not force Nia to come with him. It's just that his appetite does look less tasteful.
"You know?!" the nurse named Cholil was in her name tag, and the person who had been pushing Nia's gurney threw a question at Abrar who was busy putting a stethoscope in his ear.
"La. He's my neighbor and my family" Abrar chuckled at the door of the ER. He was looking for who brought Nia there. "Who's taking the patients?"
"There are some people, maybe still outside" Sahut Cholil, who was also seen busy preparing medical devices, said.
The doctor who used to work at the health center was there a seminar in one of the cities, so Abrar was believed to examine patients who came to seek treatment.
Has not been able to continue the conversation, the door of the ER is pushing. Appears the figure of a middle-aged man who is no stranger to the eyes of Abrar, Ramlan's uncle. Behind him there are two old women who go hand in hand, namely Cik Uut and buk Fatimah.
Abrar also welcomed to the arrival of Mr. Ramlan with regret.
"Of....! When's it?"
"This afternoon" Mr. Ramlan patted the new pounder.
"Om who brought Nia here? Why is Nia why?"
"Yes, Nia had a fever, had a seizure until fainting.Please quickly handled" Mr. Ramlan turned to look at Nia's cage.
"Ready om" Quickly Abrar approached Nia's gurney. He began to check Nia's eyeballs and pulse. Then switch to stick a stethoscope to Nia's chest. One nurse was busy firing a thermogan on Nia's forehead.
"How much?" Abrar looked at Cholil.
"Gee..very high. Assault to seizure. But how can you faint like this .....? "
"Pair infusion!" Abrar's orders. He didn't answer Cholil.
Mr. Ramlan was still standing while watching the medical team that was busy dealing with Nia. Buk Fatimah and Cik Uut chose to sit in a plastic chair in the ER. Worried still enveloped Buk Fatimah's face, especially Nia was not conscious.
"It's also not knowing, son...." It is clear that Fatimah still does not believe why Nia got this bad. "So at dawn Nia's body suddenly hot high. Had taken paracetamol, but the cold for a while doang. There was vomiting twice. Each time I helped drink, which came in just a little, kept vomiting again. From morning there was no food entering his body" the newly joined Dirga, standing not far from the ER door. Disinclined to be in a closer position. You see, Fatimah's gaze clearly does not like him. He heard what Fatimah had just said. He fell silent while observing Nia's pale face. Dirga only realized that Nia's body was much thinner than the time of their last meeting. "Nia also complained about her head hurting. And this afternoon you know convulsions are unconscious" the sound of buk Fatimah raspy. Tears can no longer be hidden. Her heart was really scared, afraid that bad things would happen to Nia.
Cik Uut who also sat beside stroking on the back of the Fatimah buk. It is the same as well.
Abrar took a deep breath. He has faced many patients. Even the ones that were much worse than Nia were also many. Everything can be handled calmly. Somehow, when Nia was faced, Abrar a little difficult to concentrate. Fear and worry clouded his mind.
"Do you need to put oxygen?" Cholil looked at Abrar, he had just finished tuning Nia's infusion rate. The patient looks silent at the patient.
Abrar turned to Cholil who was standing opposite him "We'll see first, because there are no signs of tightness" Cholil nodded. He also passed by carrying medical waste to be disposed of in a special place.
Abrar himself was still busy injecting heat-lowering drugs in the infusion of Nia. After a nurse who helped Abrar came with a tray of medicines "We wait another half hour, now that Nia is still in the observation stage, let the medicine work first"
"She's okay, son....?" I am worried about Fatimah. He really hopes Abrar can help Nia.
"God willing, we pray for the best" Abrar said with a small smile. Trying to look everything is fine, so that buk Fatimah can be calmer.
All actions are given. Abrar also just finished washing his hands. Nia was still lying unconscious. There will be nurses monitoring the progress. Abrar asked for it himself. And tell her Nia is her family. Of course, service will be maximized.
Seeing the action was done, Dirga quietly came out of the ER room. He walked towards the canteen beside the puskesmas building. Dirga just felt his throat dry, so he grabbed a bottle of mineral water available on the canteen table while sitting to calm the mind.
Indeed, at this time Dirga's brain is filthy with many problems faced. Especially when parking the car earlier, someone called him. Delivering unpleasant news in the ear, about his case yesterday.
The canteenkeeper, who was none other than a busy mother in her fifties, came to greet Dirga. "What do you want to eat?" the tanyanya is friendly, not to miss the sweet smile followed he said.
"No buk, just drink" Dirga refused politely. He has not felt hungry.
"Oh..alright..please!" The cafeteria was quiet again, because the break was over. The mother also sat down at Dirga. The guy looks friendly. "Who's taking my medication?" tanyanya again deliberately berbasasa to open the chat.
Dirga who just finished dividing the throat, again closed the bottle of mineral water. "The family, he said, had a fever, when he was brought in a fainting state. The nurse said it was probably dehydration"
"Owalah..... Severe means yes.....? Has he had a fever for a long time?"
"Said it this morning. But I don't know if it can be that bad either. There was vomiting as well he said, so it was dehydration"
I was serious about hearing Dirga's explanation. "What sick man is a woman?"
"Female"
"What kids are grown?"
"Still not married" Dirga almost mention the word 'girl' but quickly his brain is rectified, because Nia's condition is no longer a virgin. Be the one who comes out the word 'not married'.
"oh........" Oh that comes out is unusual. Dirga who caught the awkwardness of the speech of the canteen mother suddenly asked again.
"Emang why buk....? How do you think of something?" search Dirga.
"I'm sorry said mas ya.." the voice of the mother canteen changed slowly. Even impressed by whispering. Dirga knitted both of his eyebrows. "Does this family have a boyfriend?"
"Lack of knowing also buk" Dirga felt this cafeteria mother was a little strange. Last year the problem was sick why run into the problem of having a boyfriend.
Seriate......