He's Not Mine

74. Free Treatment Tips

After they moved away, the children were still smiling at me. “Why are you smiling. Can't bully an old man like that huh!” I advised them.

“His mother Kenji was the widow sir,” said one of them.

“Dowder,” says another child.

“Janda ting-ting,” others add.

“What is a flower widow? Widow ting-ting?” ask me to test them.

“That's sir, who has no husband. His father Kenji is not there, ” replied a child.

“The flower widow had a child but no father,” replied another.

“Iya sir, ting-ting that means women have no husband!” add the other child.

I laughed when I heard their answers. “If the old grandmother who died the grandfather, called the widow ting-ting too?”

“Not!” answer them simultaneously.

"The widow must be young, like Kenji's mother."

"It must also be poor because it does not endow the husband."

"Ha .. ha ..." I finally couldn't help but laugh as well. "Already, already! No more talking about Kenji's mother. You will also be sad if your mother is discussed by your friends like that!" I told them.

"But my mother is not a widow sir!"

"Yes sir, my mother is not a flower widow either."

"Yes, yeah. Now I'm limiting it again. Can't say 'widow' in front of me. It's bad language and can hurt some people. Okay?"

They hesitated.

"Well, tomorrow if we have time, we play together again. It's late, you guys go home!"

"Sir, can you come to the base? I want to be a soldier too." 

"May, but not now! Next time I'll take you around the base," I promise.

"Gaziness!"

"Horay!"

The children looked very happy and excited.

***

This time I served with the health team to Bunguran Selatan. With a speedboat we traverse the waters with medium waves. In the village of Cemaga Induk, we began to record residents who came to the post that had been established before. The general goal is to record local residents, identify complaints suffered by residents, especially seniors and children, then provide appropriate treatment with residents. Every time I see a white doctor suit, my mind goes straight to Utami who knows where. 

Residents are very enthusiastic about this free treatment, until the sunari return the complaint, we still continue to serve the citizens who come and go. This enterprising plan was carried out for one day, but seeing the enthusiastic citizens, Major Putu decided to continue this activity tomorrow. Tonight we rest at the health post.

Of the ten personnel who went down in this zeal, five returned to the base to retrieve the supplies of medicine and other health equipment needed for tomorrow. 

Due to exhaustion in this activity, we were left on site, sleeping at the beginning of the night. Suddenly in the middle of the night our tent was visited by several people with makeshift lighting.

“Father of army .. please Sir ..!” yelling from outside. We got up and got out of the tent.

“What's up?” Major Putu asked the two people who came.

“My son wants to give birth, please Sir!” said one of the people who came.

“Iya Sir, we will help you. But we don't have midwives, who can help?” major Putu asked us.

We looked at each other, me, Fauzan, and major Putu were definitely not health people. Ahmad is a doctor, while Billy has dental spells.

“Ready, I can help!” answer Ahmad.

“Yes, Ahmad follows these fathers. Please help me as well as possible. Imam and Billy also came. Here I and Fauzan take care. Prepare the required equipment.” Major Putu ordered us.

“Fauzan between them to the destination by car, after they arrive and then back again by that car. You guys go home after morning! Tomorrow morning will be picked up if there are members who have returned from the headquarters.” Major Putu again gave instructions.

“But our location can not be passed by car Mr. Later we pass the river that is currently on high tide. Our bike is across, so we came here on foot,” said one of them.

Major Putu nodded, “antar to the river limit or to the limit that the car can pass to speed up handling.”

“Ready!” answer Fauzan.

“Moreover what Mad should bring?” I asked Ahmad.

“Many are absent. If the safe condition of equipment and medicine is enough. But if it is severe we need infusions and others,” Ahmad looks nervous too.

Billy is still busy preparing who will be brought, “Ndan, bring a holster?” ask Billy.

“No, make what?” I asked back.

“Yes already, let's go!” billy said he ran to the car.

“Bringing gloves Ndan?” Ahmad asked me in the car.

“Ngak, what do you do anyway? Billy also asked sarong.” I was still confused by the same question from the two people.

“I have prepared a long cloth many sir!” said the father who picked us up.

In this precarious atmosphere, I was still astonished, what was with the long sarong and cloth. Never been in this condition before. What the person who gave birth to it is like. Hope our help comes on time.

In front of the road there is a river with a fairly heavy flow. It is fitting that these two villagers do not bring a vehicle from across the street.

“Oke, already Jan. Up to here. You are back in post yes!” I ordered Fauzan. The five of us got out of the car. I approached the river and set foot into the river.

“In the middle of it in sir!” one of the villagers warned me.

“Equipment shared by Mad, do not bring your own. If it's wet there's a backup!” I gave the command.

“Nhard Ndan! it's dark here to take the bag apart. It's well guarded!” Ahmad pointed at his bag.

“Yes already, we start crossing this river only as soon as possible!” I first went into the river. It turns out that it is also true, the water is at chest level. Ahmad was holding his bag over his head when he went through the river. 

One of the villagers who picked us up walked in front, he was young, the road was faster because maybe he was used to this terrain. We can follow him quickly too. But alas, one more older person slipped so carried away by the current. 

“You go Mad!” I screamed and swam after the father who was washed away by the water. It was pitch-black, making it difficult for me to find the father. Already a few meters from the initial position, but the father was invisible, only a faint light from the sky helped search for the father. 

“Pak, where is Sir?” I screamed loudly. Ahmad and his entourage were already invisible, I went back to swim down the river while occasionally shouting. When the river was bordered by a large rock, I stopped and walked slowly closer to the rock, hoping that the father would be tethered to the rock. 

Ah, that's right! The man was holding on to the rock. “Pak, this is me Sir. You are all right, right?” I asked while feeling his face in the dim light.

The father did not answer, I faintly saw his eyes still open, I held his hand, there was still a pulse. I took him to the side, to a higher place.

On the river there are many thick trees.

“Please Mirna, my son!” the father said lirih.

“Iya Sir, my friend has arrived there!” I tried to give him peace. “Bapak is still strong?” askaku. The father nodded slowly, “I want to see my grandson!” whispered the father was weak.

“Iya Sir. We're going home. You go up to my back! We go home now.” I stood my back to the father, putting my shoulders on him. “Strong handle yes Sir. We're back upstream!” 

The father went up to my back and pressed his hands near my neck, then placed his legs on my arms. After all the handles were tightened, I started walking against the river current from the banks. 

In the eastern horizon a beam of light rose, the sun began to emit its rays. I still continued walking towards the starting position point we crossed this river. 

I saw a car wheel on the side of the river, I think this is the starting position. “Pak, this is not the way?” ask my father who I carry. There's no answer. “Pak!” I shook my body so that the father would also sway, but nil, the father did not move.

I pulled over to the other side, slipping several times wet, with great difficulty finally reaching the edge. Then put the father on the ground. The father was limp helpless, I shook his body, “Pak, wake up Sir. We've reached the mainland!”

I put my index finger under his nose, there's still breath. In his hand was also a pulse. I pressed his chest many times, “Pak, let's get up Sir! Granddaughter Father is born, he wants to see his grandfather, let's wake up!” 

I'm still freaking out, looking around no one, “ayo wake up Sir!” I still pressed his chest many times then gave an artificial breath and then pressed his chest again. Suddenly water came out of the father's mouth.