I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Imam

"Whose next patient, Win?" I asked my assistant Winda at the hospital. This afternoon as usual is my daily routine in poly obgyn.

I saw my watch showing at 6pm past 17 minutes. I had to check one more patient at least before the maghrib adhan so I could pray, then continue with the next patients.

"Mother Rahmawati, patient USG, doc!"

"New, huh?" I asked because it seems like I've never heard of his name as my regular patient.

"Yes, doc!" reply Winda.

"Get in, Win!After this one mother we are ishoma first before continuing again."

"Ready, Doc!the answer.

I glanced at the koas boy guarding today. There were two of them, including Mahfudz there. He's the only man in this room. In addition there are two people from akbid as well, so if in total there are 6 people in this room. Plus if there are patients so 7 people especially if the patient is accompanied by his family, how crowded this room is.

Winda got up from his seat and opened the door of my room.

" Mother Rahmawati!!!"call Winda.

A mother and her husband entered my room.

"Mother, please step up!" the word Winda allowed the mother to sit on the chair on her desk.

This time it was Mahfudz's job to measure the mother's blood pressure. He swiftly inserted the tensimeter cuff into the left arm of the mother named Rahmawati. From the tail of my eye I could see that Mahfudz was doing it very deftly.

"How much?" I asked without seeing the person I asked.

"120/80, doc!" sahut Winda saw the number on the tensi meter held by Mahfudz.

"Let's just lie down, Mom!" tell me.

Both children from akbid and one koas like scrambling to take the mother lying in bed. While Mahfudz did not move from his position because I assigned him to sit there to measure patient tension.

"Come, Mom!" Winda directed the mother to walk towards the bed. When he was next to the koas and the akbid's son, he said slowly.

"You pay enough attention to dr. Kingdom!"

Those children who were doing the study nodded.

Winda helped her mother lie in bed. Put the pants down a bit and the mother's underwear down a bit.

"Excuse me, Mom!" Winda asked permission to do that and lastly put a small blanket to cover the bottom of the mother's stomach up to the thigh.

"We're starting yes, Mom!"I said. Again, Rahmawati's mother just smiled.

I put the gel in Rahmawati's stomach sufficiently and moved the doppler in her stomach.

"Mommy's pregnancy is 32 weeks old, Mom. Fetal position, hmmm his head is not yet firmly established below. So my mother's advice is to prostrate or mop it up, Mom, so that the baby's position can slide down. Hmmm .... Amount of amniotic fluid is also still sufficient. Hmmm .... What else is yes...."

"What's your guarantee, Doc?" The mother's husband interjected.

"Just a minute, sir..." I shifted the doppler again in the mother's stomach and pressed it slightly at one point so that the results of the ultrasonigraphy more visible results.

"It looks like a girl, Mom. You see I noticed over and over again does not look menaranya" selorohku.

Some of the people in the room laughed, Mahfudz also smiled. I don't know just how I feel he has a calm and understated smile.

"The others have nothing to worry about in the meantime, sir, Mom! Fetal weight is also normal in this mother's gestational age." I wiped the remaining gel on the mother's stomach with tissue and allowed her to wake up. After that I press the print button on the computer and take the print usg results.

"But Doc, my wife during this pregnancy won't eat rice, Doc! The body vomits when it eats rice. Does it have any effect on the baby in the womb?"

"Certainly, sir, if the mother is not fulfilled carbohydrates. As we know rice is a source of carbohydrates. So if the mother does not want to eat rice, maybe it should be replaced with other carbohydrate sources. Can be from breads, corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and so on."

"I love eating meatballs, Doc!" sidelines the mother.

"The meatball is made from meat and flour mills. Flour is also a source of carbohydrates. It should not matter if you eat meatballs that are processed by yourself, but if you eat processed meatballs that are sold freely feared too much MSG, Mom!" said explains.

"What is MSG, Doc?" ask father plain.

"Micin, sir!" my answer.

"A danger huh, Doc?"

"Yes the name if something excessive is not good, sir. It is possible to use flavoring but do not overuse it," I replied.

"So, Mom! Is there anything else you want to ask?" I asked while smiling sweetly.

The voice of the adhan from the application hpku sound very melodious calling me to immediately fulfill the obligation to the Khalik.

"I prescribed a supplement of calcium and folic acid to his mother yes, sir!" I said. "Later please redeem yourself in the hospital dispensary."

"Yes, Doc!" they say.

"Yuk, who want to pray we just congregate, yuk!" take me.

"Mahfudz, you want to pray too, right?" I asked to see him hurrying to tidy up the table.

He smiled nodding.

"We congregate, you are the priest" I said.

Everyone was shocked and looked at me. They all know the condition of Mahfudz, how could he be made a prayer priest? Maybe so they thought.

"Why? Why are you all staring at me?" I feel as though I am innocent. And indeed I feel innocent of having such an idea

Mahfudz was no less surprised but he immediately took the paper and pen. He wrote like this,

[Sorry doctor, I cannot be a priest with my voice like this]

"You can still talk the last time I heard in the pool. You can still talk even if the articulation is not too clear. All this time you only want to communicate through writing, why? You embarrassed? Why should I be ashamed? Because now you're not perfect?Hey, cut up koas.." my god called him that. "God is All-Aware even if your voice is like that. God understands your good intentions even more than you understand yourself. You're having a prayer reading, right?"

Mahfudz nodded and prepared to write again.

"No, no, no. We'll run out of prayer time if I hear your reasons. If I were a man let me be a priest, but here you are the only man" I said.

"We can pray alone, Doc!Alternately," said one of the children.

"If you can congregate for what prayer itself? In addition to time efficiency, you do not know the priority of congregational prayer?" my many.

And then none of them dared to argue. All but one who did not. He chose to go to the cafeteria because he was alone again the arrival of monthly guests.

After the ablution we immediately rushed to the musholla room. Musholla hospital is not so big. Probably only about 4x4 building area. In the musholla there are some people who are praying as well. But they choose to pray in the corner and near the wall usually. Fortunately, in front and in the middle, there was nothing to fill the prayer mat so I estimate that the five of us would fit to form a prayer line.

We were all wearing mukena when Mahfudz entered the musholla after the ablution. His trousers are seen in folding to the calf, his face and front hair also look wet. Just standing in front of us, he tidied back the trousers he had folded earlier. Then he looked towards us.

"Ra-pat-kan-shaf .." she said in a gago language but I still understand the meaning that she told us to close the prayer.

"Let's meet!" I said with a veiled intention that I actually wanted to help Mahfudz so that his language could be better understood by others.

Mahfudz stood firmly, probably reading the prayer intention in a soft voice.

"A-llahu-Aakk-barre!"he said to takbir in the first raqaat.

It was heard that he was very trying so that he could lead this prayer smoothly. From his mouth came the holy verses as a prayer reading and very miraculous. Somehow in my ears it sounds so normal it tends to be beautiful.

Maybe when he still has not lost his voice he is a diligent figure of praying and teaching. And for some reason, my prayers began not to fervently imagine in each of my days I would be imbued by a figure like this.

Abaghfirullah, my inner. What was I thinking? I immediately tried to re-excuse my mind on prayer.

The three raqaat prayers were finally completed and the greeting was closed by the priest. But I did not immediately move from my seat that rested even though I knew there were many patients waiting for me in poly. Especially if you do not want to pray and thank the Creator for the grace given so far.

I put my palms up and began to pray.

" O Allah, thank God I offer you for all the blessings of good health and life that You have bestowed on your servant. And forgive the sins that you have committed during your life and also the sins of your parents. Especially for the deceased to enlarge his grave and Ummik so that and extend his age."

My prayer was so long that it came to the last prayer,

"O Allah, meet the servant with the soul mate of the one who has been written in Your Lauhul Mahfudz. The servant has long been waiting for him to be able to forge love and perfect half of your religion to be able to come together to realize the happiness of the afterlife until it reaches your paradise. Pray for your servant Mujibassailin, aamiin .... Aamin, robbal alamin."

I closed the prayer by rubbing both palms of my hands against my face. After doing that as usual I grabbed the hand of the person in front of me shaking hands and kissed the back of his hand.

Astaghfirullah, I was so solemn in prayer that I forgot to pray at the hospital musholla. The person who extended his hand earlier was also spontaneously shocked just like me. My custom of praying together is always with ummik. And what was that? I almost grabbed and kissed Mahfudz's hand.

Apparently, the habit of being the teacher Ummik carried away when and wherever I was. Haduuuh is chaotic, my mind is in the heart.

"Sorry Mahfudz, I was too solemn to think I was praying with Ummik." I said embarrassedly.

He looks no less embarrassed.

"Ma-af, Doc. A-ku- ju-ga-forget a-ku ki-ra-la-gi - sho-lat-de-ngan-ma-ma "

I understand what Mahfudz meant, he said that he also thought he was praying with his mother.

"OK, Fud. It's okay I understand. But we should all go back to poly. We still have a lot of work to do. The kids seemed to have gone there first" I said after I saw that there was no one there.

"Ok-Dog!" said.