I Love You Dr. Chicanery

MRI

POVs Mahfudz

*Flashback on*

[A-da se-su-at-u ka-mu i-ngin-kan da-ri-ku, sa-yang?]

Once I asked Raya on the sidelines of our hot romance. Raya's aggressive attitude made me suspect that she wanted me.

"I want you to check, Fud. If you need a CT scan. What causes you to be distracted by talking. If it can still be treated, we will try to get treatment for you" he said.

At first I refused, but Raya assured me that she wanted me to examine myself not because she did not sincerely accept all my shortcomings.

"I can accept all your advantages and disadvantages, dear. That's why I married you. But if the lack of it, can still be corrected, why should we accept this situation. Swear, baby. I heard you speaking normally in the accident. I feel so happy to hear it. I'm optimistic you'll be healed. Yea? Please yes, dear. Come on, let's go check it out. What pain are you. What cause? After that we find a solution," he persuaded at that time.

That's why I spent the next few days meeting Professor Ayyub at Siaga Medika Hospital.

"Mahfudz! Please sit down, please sit down! Tumben you came here without Raya? What wind brought you here?" the professor said, allowing me to sit down.

After sitting and talking for a while I expressed my intention and purpose to meet the Professor.

"Prof, a-ku i-ngin I-la-ke-kan CT scan for ta-u pe-nye-bab gang-gu-an wi-way which ku-de-ri-ta. Du-lu Pro-fes-sor bi-lang, ka-lau a-ku be-ru-bah pi-ki-ran and i-ngin men-co-ba ikh-ti-ar a-ku bi-sa me-ne-mui Pro-fes-sor, right? Ka-re-na i-tu a-ku da-tang ke-ma-ri, Prof!" I said.

Professor Ayyub mangosteen-mouthed for a moment listened to me. He looks very serious.

"Well, we can do that if you've decided. But by the way if I may know why you changed your mind, Mahfudz? I mean, I've been telling you to do a check-up for a long time, but only after almost two years have you arrived" asked the curious Professor.

"Se-be-nar-nya se-ce-la-ka-an be-run-tun i-tu, tu, te-lah be-be-ra-pa ka-li a-ku le-pa-san bi-sa bi-ca-ra nor-mal, Prof. I-tu all ter-ja-di-ti-ka a-ku shock. And Ra-ya is licking-si-kan all over i-tu. And he is me-nyu-ruh-ku un-tuk pe-rik-sa," I replied.

Again Professor Ayyub is just a mangosteen.

"OKs. We do a scan to find out the cause. But hope you are a bit patient, Mahfudz, wait a while longer. You see, I was quite busy taking care of the opening of RSIA Siaga Medika. You must have heard what happened from the Kingdom, right?"

I'm nodding.

"Y-yes, Prof. Ta-pi ngo-mong-ngo-mong be-ra-pa es-ti-ma-si bi-a-ya which may a-kan sa-ya ke-lu-ar-kan un-tuk me-la-ku M-Rthe -I? Sa-ya de-ngar M-R-I le-bih ma-hal da-ri C-T scan," I'm worried.

Professor Ayyub chuckled.

"cost? What are you worried about Mahfudz? MRI is not expensive. It is not worth my gratitude to the dedication and loyalty of the Kingdom to this hospital. Let's just say I free your medical expenses until you finish here in exchange for your honeymoon gift and Raya that I haven't had time to give. Don't worry about it!"

Professor Ayyub patted my shoulder.

"Te-ri-ma ka-sih, Prof. Ta-pi ngo-mong-ngo-mong, sa-ya min-ta to-long un-tuk ti-dak mem-be-ri-ta-hu-kan i-ni du-lu pa-da Ra-ya," I said.

The professor scrunched his forehead.

"Why?" tanyakanya.

"Sa-yeah ti-dak i-ngin di-a ke-ce-wa, ti-dak i-ngin, ka-lau nan-ti ha-sil her nun-juk-kan ka-lau sa-ya ti-dak a-da ha-ra-pan un-tuk sem-buh."

"You must not be pessimistic, Mahfudz. Did you die before you fought? Just chill! I have a good feeling about this. You must be healed!" comfort Professor while patting my back again.

Then a few days later, Professor called me and made an appointment with hospital radiologist Siaga Medika. On my day off I did an MRI scan of the brain without Raya's knowledge.

"You don't have a history of allergies, do you, Mahfudz?" asked the radiologist when he was about to give me the concentrated liquid just before the scan began.

I'm shaking. And luckily I'm also not a claustrophobia sufferer so the scan can be done immediately. During the MRI examination, the radiologist several times instructed me to do some movements such as uniting the tip of my thumb with the tip of my other fingers. And they also occasionally ask me questions. And during the MRI scan, Professor Ayyub faithfully accompanied me and watched every sequence of the examination.

Until the MRI test is complete and wait for the results a few days, the day the neurologist reads the results of the MRI test. And again I was accompanied by Professor Ayyub.

"So how, dr. Roy?" ask Professor Ayyub.

Dr. Roy began to explain.

"So, Prof and Mahfudz. After I read and observed the results of the MRI scan you had done a few days ago, here I see that there are indeed scars on the brain that cause the brain that should function to deliver signals to the vocal cord nerve to be not as it should be. This condition is similar to spasmodic dysphonia but not completely the same. Muscle spasms cause the vocal cords to become too close or too far away in the sufferer. So that the sound issued becomes more hoarse and heavy and requires more effort to make the sound of the sufferer. Even when talking the sufferer even feels like choking because of the difficulty. Is that right, Mahfudz?" ask dr. Roy.

I nodded my head. Indeed that is how I feel when talking.And in other times sometimes when I talk will feel like whispering and sighing. That's why I've been lazy to talk all this time. Before meeting Raya, I prefer to communicate with the help of paper and pen.

"But at the same time, the disease suffered by Mahfudz is also similar to vocal cord paresis or repetitive vocal cord paralysis. So I also actually do not know the right name for this disease, because cases like this are rare, and I have to learn a lot more," replied dr. Roy honest.

"La-lu a-pa who bi-sa in-la-ku-kan, Dok-ter? A-pa har-us o-pe-ra-si?" ask me about dr. Roy.

"I think the operation at this time does not need to be done, for a while speech therapy is the right action to be done. And besides that I also feel that psychological factors also play a role in this Mahfudz disease. You see, I also assess if there are traumatic factors that cause this. Maybe a consultation with a psychologist will be very useful even though I can not be sure 100%" replied dr. Roy.

That is, after the MRI examination was done, Professor Ayyub also recommended and facilitated me to do speech therapy 2 times a week in Medica Alert. And I have 3 times also made a visit to one of the psychologists in this city. The things I consulted and questioned by the psychologist were usually about the traumatic accident I had in 2 years. Deep trauma and sadness when I saw Rahmah Kak who is also my only sister died due to an accident caused by me. I drove that car. I'm cause. It might make me unable to speak. I'm distressed.

A consultation with a psychologist did not immediately get my voice back. But at least it makes me feel a little better. Until I finally saw Raya with blood covered in her clothes, making the guilt come. Afraid of losing my wife like I used to when I lost my sister. They are the same as the other for me. It hysterically made me and screamed to call his name.

"Yerome!!!! Wake up!"

*flashback off*

Stunned to hear my story.

"I'm going to shock you?"

I'm nodding.

Raya looks at me softly.

"I'm sorry baby, I must have worried you so much."

And those fragile hands hugged me again.

"If I wasn't in shock, I wouldn't be able to speak normally anymore would I? I should have thanked you."

"Thank you to me? You insane? What if your shock at that time didn't make you recover but make you worse? Oh my God ...."

Tears dripped down his cheeks. He seemed to feel so guilty that he had made me angry, run away and finally made me shock because he saw him rushed to the hospital because of bleeding. Oh, my sensitive mother. I smiled and watched her.

"Why are you crying? You should be happy I can talk normally again, right? You cry like that just like I want to die." God.

Raya hit my chest.

"Ohh!!! I'm sorry for everything. I didn't expect shock to affect you so easily."

"Grt .... " I kissed her forehead. "Don't regret what happened. I don't want you to regret the presence of our son. Take care of him, Ray! I don't want you to stress over this."

Raya took a deep breath and wiped her tears. He looked back at his laptop again.

"alright. So you did the MRI twice?"

I'm nodding.

"Yes, the whole body. And also examination with laryngoscopy."

"I'm not very good at reading MRIs. But it looks like here you're all right, honey. Did you get the results delivered to the house?" tanyakanya.

I'm shaking.

"Maybe the Professor deliberately sent it here, because the results are fine," I said trying to comfort Raya.

Raya nodded.

"It seems like tomorrow I have to ask the professor" he said.

I nodded again while stroking her hair gently.

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Ayuni POV

"Have you slept?" fuad asked as soon as he came into our bedroom.

Fuad just got out of meeting his friend.

"Hmmm yes ..." I replied without looking at it.

"Are you ready, honey? I'm coming Mama!" he said affectionately while rushing to hug my body from behind.

Without asking for my approval, I knew what he wanted. She must be asking for her rights as a husband. I who was folding clothes on the floor immediately lifted him to the bed. Fuad looks excited. Soon he undressed his shirt, and of course began to smell greedily. But for a moment he stopped.

"You just cried, Ayuni?"

I'm shaking. Damnit damnit! Caught!

"You don't lie to me, baby! I can see your eyes? Did anyone hurt you?"

I shook my head again.

"Did Kak Raya say something to you?"

"Ah, no, no." I replied quickly.

I don't want him to be bad at Kak Raya who has been so good at accommodating us here.

"If not Kak Raya who donk?" tanyanya's confused. Then wisely he said to me. "Honey, if it is like Kak Raya who speaks a little sharply to you, please be patient, yes. She was indeed that person, especially now that she was pregnant. You do not know if he can talk as sharp as razor. Sama Waridi only, until **** parents are only because of arguing

with her. So if he's talking a little sarcastic, hope you'll understand, baby."

"No, where could Kak Raya be like that," I argue because the assumption is not true.

For a moment he looked back at me carefully. Fuad looked at me fixedly.

"Did Mama say saesuatu to you? Mama made you cry?" tanyanya seriously.

I'm speechless. I remembered my mother's words this afternoon. It makes me want to cry again and again. The words that say that Mama can accept me as long as there is no Grace. The origin of Grace was given to Waridi. My heart remembers it. On the one hand I would like my in-laws to be able to accept me but on the other hand, I cannot possibly submit a Grace on****** that, I cannot possibly be far from Grace.

"So it's true that Mama made you this way? Say it! What did Mama say to you?" fuad said it looks riled up.

I hurriedly shook my head. I can't say what Mama told me. I don't want Mama and Fuad's relationship to be strained. This alone, making Mama and Fuad not home alone has made me very guilty.

"No, honey. I'm just being sensitive. I am jealous of Mama's attention to Kak Raya. That's it," I replied.

I didn't lie about that. I was jealous of my brother-in-law's wife.

Fuad sighed.

"You are patient, my dear, Mama Mercy. One day Mama will be able to accept you and love you just like Kak Raya," he comforted.

It made my heart scream. You don't know, honey. My mother accepted me and she seemed to love me. But unfortunately, it is conditional. I must exchange that affection for Grace, my son! I lament in my heart.

"Yes, already, cup! Don't cry, donk! The time of Mercy lost crybaby with his mother," he persuaded.

I wiped my tears that were about to fall.

"Yes, we're sleeping. Tomorrow at noon you are the same Grace I take a walk to the mall, mumpung tomorrow holiday!" talk him over while wearing his shirt back.

Fuad immediately lay down beside me. Shortly after, I saw him trying to close his eyes. He looks agitated. And I know what the cause is.

"Darling, his father Grace ..." call me.

"Hmmm ..." said without opening his eyes.

"Not so?" my many.

"Not what?" Fuad asked back.

"That's ...."

"What's that?

"Enmmm ...."

Fuad suddenly sat down and smiled happily at me.

"Can you?" tanyanya happy.

"Yes, I'll be yours forever ...."

"Ok, honey .... I'm coming!"

And Fuad immediately reopened his clothes that had been used earlier swiftly. Huhhhhhhh! Men are all the same. But I can't complain. Must be sincere and ridho serving the husband said Ummik.

And tonight passed with Fuad smiling happily while hugging me. Silently my tears are dripping again. Am I too greedy to expect much happiness? His love of Fuad should be enough for me, why am I still so greedy to want genuine love from my in-laws? She accepted me as a daughter-in-law only I should be grateful.

The next day as Fuad promised, he took me and Grace to one of the shopping malls. He really is trying to be a good husband. We really are like a happy family. Fuad who carried Rahmat with a kangaroo model sling on his stomach while I with my stomach that had begun to bulge slightly embrace his arm while one hand carrying a paper bag containing our clothes.

We were almost done shopping, when someone called.

"Fuad!!"

Fuad and I looked at each other.

A very beautiful woman with brown curls came to us. On the face was a confused face mixed with huff and see me and Fuad alternately.

"Fuad ...." The voice asked for an explanation.

"Nirmala???"