I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Not the bride's white shirt

Right said dr. Ali, the trauma was not to be saved but to be treated. I who have been this year did not dare to drive a car, today I did it even though I only dare to speed 60 km/h. Sometimes I am also still often nervous and frightened when crossing trucks from opposite directions on two-lane roads. I was also a little horrified when another impatient driver wanted to get ahead of me.

Throughout the journey dr. Ali and I would rather be quiet. Actually, dr. Ali spent more time sleeping in the car. I can understand. Maybe he wants to rest longer throughout the trip to be more fit to take action on that patient later.

Until we arrived at the destination at 1 pm. Distance that dr. Ali only takes 4 hours it turns out to take 6 hours drive. It may not be the fault of dr. Ali too. Perhaps what he meant by a 4-hour trip was to take his car at normal speed or maximum speed. Whatever it was, I was very tired.

We went straight to a pediatric patient suffering from Pleural Effusion caused by TB. His condition is very concerning. Skinny body with shortness of breath and fever. Seen from his expression as he drew and exhaled was extremely painful.

Dr. Ali examined it by attaching a stethoscope to the patient's chest. Occasionally he is seen tapping the patient's chest to hear the sound of fluid in the patient's lungs.

"Have thorax X-rays been done?"ask the young doctor there.

"Already, Doc. Ma'am, where's the X-ray?"ask the young doctor to the mother.

The mother immediately took the X-ray and handed it to dr. Ali's.

Dr. Ali opened the large brown envelope and took out two X-rays from inside the envelope. He read it carefully.

"I want the patient on a re-thorax X-ray. The X-ray results are blurry and shake" said dr. Ali's.

"It doesn't matter, Doc. If the X-ray is done in the near future? Just rang on Thursday because, Doc!"

"As long as it is absolutely necessary for the sake of medical safety. A chest X-ray only requires low doses of radiation. Only about 0.1 msv. That's equivalent to 10 days of natural radiation we get from the everyday environment. I mean when compared to a CT scan that requires a dose of up to 7 msv of radiation equivalent to 2 years of radiation exposure, for a chest X-ray is quite safe to do even if there must be a repeat."

I listened to dr. Ali and keep it in my mind.

"Oh yes, Doc. But the Radiology doctor looks like if this weekend doesn't come in, Doc. Are we trying to call first, Doc?"

"Yes. Call me first. Tell me this is a request directly from me. From dr. Medical alert."

"OKs. Then a minute, Doc. We asked the hospital to call his doctor."

I missed that young doctor. Dr. Ali was busy talking to the patient's parents and occasionally greeting the child. The boy's name is Aris. It was really pity to actually see her thin body. His ribs were even clearly visible despite being shielded behind his clothes.

I waited anxiously for the arrival of the radiologist who never came. The clock in my hand shows at 14:22. It's already 3 and a half. We haven't even done anything to the children's patients. And again I have not prayed dzuhur.

I asked the young doctor who was there to allow me to take a bath and pray at their residence. Thank God they allowed. I had wanted to borrow a cell phone to contact Raya, but I knew she'd get even more upset if I knew I was going with dr. Ali ignored the fact that tomorrow was our wedding day.

After doing the ashar prayer I returned to the hospital, which is quite close to the home of the young doctor. But my hope of being able to return to the hospital on medical alert in the afternoon seems to be dashed, because the radiology doctor who was expected to come was not coming too.

The radiology doctor finally arrived at 5 pm and had to bicker with dr. Ali forced him to go to the hospital on his day off. The doctor was also angry because the X-ray results were considered ugly by dr. Ali's.

I saw the clock in my hand. It's half 6. Finally, the radiology doctor granted the request of dr. Ali for re-thorax x-ray in Aris patient. That process didn't take long. All completed in less than half an hour.

What surprised me was when dr. Ali says.

"Father, Mother, I've observed and studied the results of the breast X-ray of the mother's child, and the fluid in the pleura Aris has indeed accumulated a lot. It must be removed from his body immediately. Therefore I want to take Aris to Siaga Medika hospital for further treatment. You see, I am worried that there is also some damaged tissue that needs to be removed to prevent fluid from accumulating back in the pleura even though thoracocentetis or suction of fluid in the pleura. You may also need thoracoscopic surgery or a thoracostomy. And the one who can do that is the thorax surgeon. And in Siaga Medika hospital there is a pediatric lung spaeialist and thorax surgery that can treat Aris's pain. Here the experts are lacking, ma'am and equipment are also inadequate. My mother came with me. We'll do our best for Aris."

I was surprised to hear dr. Ali's. He said he was here to do something? But why was that child taken to Siaga Medika hospital?

"But, Doc.... We have absolutely no cost, Doc. In order to bring Aris to this hospital alone I have to owe it to the neighbors. How about being taken to a bigger hospital in town? We won't have money to pay for it. Better my son Aris we take him home, Doc! We seek treatment in the village" refused the father.

Dr. Ali sighing. "As for the cost, let me bear it. Father and Mother only need to accompany Aris and also help prayer. We can't linger anymore. Pleural effusion in the pain has reached a level that is quite severe. This should be dealt with immediately. And you also have to promise that Aris is cured, you have to stop smoking completely. Poor sir, if Aris has healed still often exposed to cigarette smoke Mr. It feels like I did something in vain to try Aris' treatment if you still smoke."

"Doc... Is that what the doctor said? The doctor who will pay for Aris' treatment? You didn't hear me wrong, did you?" ask his wife.

Dr. Ali laughing. "Not heard wrong, sir. I'm serious."

"How can we repay the kindness of the Doctor?"asked the husband and wife with a very moved feeling.

"Enough you quit smoking. Mom watches. That's all" replied dr. Ali's.

The couple was very happy to get help from dr. Ali's. And I'm the only one here.

The night had shown at 21:00 but we had not yet left for Siaga Medika hospital. After receiving the happy news from dr. Ali the Father said goodbye to go home in the corners that took 1.5 hours to travel by motorcycle to take their clothes and needs as long as his son was admitted to Siaga Medika hospital, and also to say goodbye to the people of the house.

I'm restless, really restless. How'this? Is it possible that I can still catch up on time for tomorrow? What if Raya and Ummik are really angry and cancel my wedding tomorrow?

I am angry that I pulled dr. Ali's out of the lung treatment room.

"A-pa se-be-nar's your mak-sud?"many angry.

Dr. Ali brushed off my hand that pulled her collar. "What's? What indeed? I don't know what you mean!"

"Ka-mu bi-lang ka-mu a-da tin-da-kan to me-nye-la-mat-kan p-asi-en. Ta-pi ter-ta? Ma-na's? Da-ri a-wal ka-mu not a-da ni-at un-tuk tin-da-kan. Ka-mu to si-ni ha-nya un-tuk men-jem-put a-nak i-tu un-tuk di-o-ba-ti in Si-aga Me-di-ka. His ma-ka ka-mu su-dah remaking am-bu-lan-ce. Th-yes, right?"

"This is an act of saving the patient. What do you think Mahfudz is doing? Operating act?"dr. Ali laughing. "I never said I wanted to come here because there was an operation. After all I am not a pediatric pulmonary specialist or thorax surgeon specialist. I am currently studying a pulmonology subspecialty. I came here purely to help the boy as a facilitator for Aris' healing. Where was my fault? You still want to come, right?"

"You're taking a-ku ke-si-ni a-gar a-ku ti-dak bi-sa meng-ha-di-ri per-ni-ka-han-ku sen-di-ri right? You i-ngin thwarted him" I accuse.

A smile spread across his lips, "Not really. I just want to make this not easy for you. In order that if you are right to marry Raya, you are not easy to waste. Remember these times. It is not only precious to you, but to me as well. Once you have wasted him. I'm gonna kick your ass. It's enough I've ever hurt her."

"Ba-ji-ngan!"my sift. "Ja-ngan sa-ma-kan a-ku de-ngan di-ri-mu. Ki-ta!"

"Different what? I used to leave Raya for an established career, not today you do the same. You ignored your marriage tomorrow to smooth your journey obediently to your consulship request. What's the difference then?"

I was so emotional to see him and out of my control I suddenly threw a punch to his face.

"Ki-ta ti-dak sa-ma! I-I l-la-ku-kan se-mu-a i-ni ha-nya de-mi ke-ma-nu-si-a-an. Ka-lau i-ni ha her ten-tang ko-as and jen-jang ka-rir a-ku ti-dak a-kan ra-gu me-gal-kan kon-su-len gi-la se-per-ti- you ha her to sa-ma Ra-ya"

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The sun had already revealed its bright light when the ambulance we were driving entered the parking lot of Siaga Medika hospital. After a long battle with dr. Ali and the patient and his parents were ready to leave, and we finally left the hospital at 11 p.m. This time dr. Ali was driving at a snail-like speed on the grounds that he was carrying a patient who was short of breath. Not to mention the drama of breaking the ambulance tire in the middle of the deserted road of the residential area made us have to wait for a ride from another car that happened to pass to look for spare tires that can be purchased in the middle of a quiet night. Finally we arrived at Siaga Medika hospital at 08.10 minutes. Really a dramatic test before marriage.

After the patient was secured by a nurse at IGD, I hurried to retrieve my phone left in the koas room. There have been many missed calls from Raya and Mama, even from Fuad as well.

I immediately called Mama and was picked up by her.

"Fud, where are you?Not coming home from yesterday. The phone is not raised. It's 8 o'clock, Fud. Ummiknya Raya has called from earlier. We're too late. My mom didn't say you didn't exist. Mom tried to pass the time. Don't embarrass Mama, Fud!"nagel Mom.

"O-k, Mom. Ma-ka-sih su-dah ngu-lur. Ma-ma departs aja du-lu-an to the emirate of Ra-ya. Ben-tar la-gi Mah-fudz nyu-sul" I said.

"Yes, Fud! Don't embarrass my mom!"

"Y-yeah, Ma!"

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Pov Raya

Today is my wedding party. A simple party held at home only. But with a good finish and decor. Also, the tent is a romantic shade of white brown combination. Also with chairs for the invitees in matching colors with ribbons behind them. The ayu fences have also prepared at their respective duty tables. Whether serving at the buffet table, at the reception desk, or at the souvenir and gift table.

I've also worn this wedding dress. White brucat kebaya dress combination of gold with brown batik subordinates in tune. Not to forget I wore a white hijab that perfected my appearance as a day queen for today.

But 9 o'clock has not come yet. Mama and her family also just arrived and told me to wait patiently because Mahfud was on his way here. But they didn't say why they didn't come together.

"Sir... The bride seems to be agitated half dead. Can't wait to see the handsome prince?"goda Eve who has been here since early in the morning.

We are currently in the bridal room.

"Not that, Wa. But it's already 10 and a half. The forefather still has another agenda"I defended myself.

"Her father or you are the same Mahfudz who has another agenda after this event?"god again.

"Ihhh, what the hell is gaje?"i said asphalt.

"Just Ray, later tonight my first kadoku must be opened and immediately made to succeed the event ehm..ehmm..."

I narrowed my eyes. "No. I'm going to sleep later tonight. Tired!"

I know where the conversation is going. I don't want to talk about that. That's a scary specter for me.

"Do you know what I'm saying?"tanyakanya.

"That's. Mostly lingerie. Easy guessing! You're just cheating on my idea to give me your wedding gift first!"i said ngakak.

"Ihhh, Raya! You are not happy ah. Kok knows anyway. I want revenge. I used to open a gift from you just after the wedding night when Mas Ibrahim was just as mamer and show off. Shame on you, you know?!" he said while slowly pinching my head.

I just laugh amusedly.

Before long my cousin Rasti came to the room.

"Sister Kingdom, who's out there brother-in-law?"tanyakanya.

Haa? Me and Eve rushed to the door. I peeked out from behind the room curtains. A man in white was at the door. Ummik approached him.

"Um-mik, bo-leh Mah-fudz man-di di-si-ni?"

Oh, my God! That would-be groom wears a white koas shirt. Not the bride's white shirt!