I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Huge Pregnant?

I hugged Ummik as soon as the door opened.

"Mk ...."

I couldn't hold back my tears as soon as I hugged this woman who gave birth to me. Mama who drove me to laugh should see me so spoiled on Ummik. Mama stroked my back.

Ummik who did not know anything was surprised to see me who did not come home all night suddenly came to hug him even while crying.

"Ray, what's wrong with you?" ask Ummik.

Ummik took me to sit in the guest chair. Mama sat down while Fuad preferred to sit on the porch.

"Why you?" ask Ummik. "You fought with Mahfudz?"

Ummik asked that it must be because there is a Mama here.

Still in Ummik's arms, I shook my head.

"Certain why? Why Raya, Miss Salmah?" ask Mama.

"Well, did you know, Ray?" ask Mama. Makes the Ummik even more confused.

"Really?" ask Mama. I nodded at Ummik's shoulder.

"In the near future we will be momong grandson, Ms. Farida. She was pregnant" Mama said.

"Really?"

Ummik let go of my embrace and looked at my face. I nodded and hugged Ummik again.

"W-can you?" Ummik also looked surprised as if in disbelief.

"Let's see your mother, Ray. Thate. What the hell is his name. The Tespek?"

I took out a test pack from my bag and gave it to Ummik.

"It was Raya wanted to ngetest with Ummik, but Raya was picked up at Mama's house. I forgot to tell Ummik to stay there. Last morning Raya ngetest herself, Mik ...."

"Goddessa .... Is this really positive, Ray? The line's two."

I'm nodding.

"Feeling parents is never wrong, son! Thank God, I will have a grandson, God."

Ummik immediately let go of my embrace and went inside to perform a prostration of gratitude.

Ummik was very happy to hear the news. It makes me feel ashamed of myself. I who contain it, let alone do the prostration of gratitude, just say thank you from earlier I have not even. I am happy that I do not feel it. Geez, what kind of mother-to-be am I!

I let Mama and Ummik chat together in the living room. I went to my room to pack for work. It's only two o'clock. My practice hours are still 2 hours away.

I sat leaning against the seat holding a small calendar in my hand. I tried to remember the last day I menstruated last month, it was before I married Mahfudz, and it turns out I was already late for the month about a week. And after I counted again as I did my first experience with Mahfud and the times we spent so intensely with the couple before he went to the networking hospital, it was my fertile days, my fertile days, if I count according to the menstrual cycle, which is the 11th to 18th day before I should come again this month. Aduuuh, it is appropriate that the fertilization process succeeded very successfully in the shortest time.

But how is this? Do I have to call Mahfudz? Do I have to give it to you now? What would her reaction be to know I was pregnant. Will he be ready to be a father when his condition is as rough as it is today? Not to mention the oedipus complex, I've tried to persuade my heart not to listen to Fuad. But still I am burdened to remember? If it is necessary when Mahfudz comes home later, I will take him to a psychologist to find out whether he really suffers from oedipus complex or not. Yes, God help me.

In a moment like this, my phone rang. That's vidio's call from Mahfudz. I chose not to lift it. I swear, I felt it for her, for myself too. I imagine I'm just the object of the oedipus complex. In Mahfudz's eyes I was just an old woman who made him interested in being the object of his deformity. Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?

I let that vidio call ring a few times. I'll just take a shower, and go to work now.

"Ray, are you okay to keep going to work in this pregnant condition?" ask Mama.

"It's okay, Ma. His name is also a profession. It is not possible for Raya to have a holiday until it runs out, right? The risk of becoming a medical worker is like this" I replied.

"But Mama is worried, you bring your own vehicle if it works. Where would you go if you went in this afternoon, would you go home at night, right?"

I smile. I don't have any answers for that.

"If Mahfudz comes home, Mama will tell him to take you home from work. Even though he is busy koas still he should be more important you are the same as his prospective children"

"Yes, Ma!"

"But before Mahfudz gets home, how about Fuad take you to the hospital every day?" mama said proposing.

"Ah, no need, Ma! Is correct. Later if you think Raya can not bring her own motorbike or car. Raya can alone use the application ojol" refused me.

"No, Ma!" suddenly Fuad nongol. Maybe he's bored outside. "Maybe Brother-in-law is afraid that her sister-in-law likes her"

Criyie!!!! An unpleasant atmosphere immediately enveloped this room. Me, Ummik and Mama saw that they didn't like Fuad.

"Haha. I was just kidding. I'd like to take Brother-in-law back to Mahfudz" he said.

"Yes already. You're taking Raya to the hospital now. Mama just wait here. We'll pick up Nadya. Ray, let Fuad take you now. Don't worry about those words. Fuad likes to joke" Mama said.

"Yes already, Ma!"

I was wondering if Fuad and I hadn't finished our conversation last night about the mission to investigate Waridi. We still need to talk.

I'm onto the shoe rack. Choose white stiletto shoes that match any color of the clothes I wear. But I undo my intention to wear shoes with heels so considering that I am pregnant right now. I finally decided to wear the same colored flatshoes.

After saying goodbye to Ummik and Mama, I immediately got into the car.

"You're ahead" said Fuad. "It feels strange, if the front seat is empty but in the back filled. I feel like a call driver."

I gave up and sat in front of him.

A few minutes we were silent, until Fuad broke the silence by talking to me.

"I have not congratulated you on your pregnancy, Sister-in-law," she said

Trivia, I thought.

"I wish my niece was a boy this time, so I'll have someone to fly a drone with" he said.

I saw it with a look.

"It's still a long time. Even if your nephew is a boy, you have to wait for him to grow up at least 5 years old to be able to understand what you are doing. Than waiting that long. Why don't you just get married, and wait until you have your own children" I said.

"I have no interest in getting married young. I'm not as stupid as Mahfudz, to be bothered by education and marriage at the same time" he said

"Yes, yes, you are the only one who is intelligent in this world" I replied cynically.

We were silent again before Fuad.

"By the way about that vidio tape, you found a clue?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding.

"Yes, I found two truck sightings there. I think if the license plate number is known, we can find out the owner and what's going on at the barn house."

Fuad.

"I can find out if you want, I have a lot of police friends and a dishub"

I'm nodding.

"Actually I want you to find out who's the key to the case" I said.

"Who? Waridis?"

I'm shaking.

"His name is Ayuni. He's Waridi's foster son. According to my medical discovery, she was sexually assaulted and forced to drink insecticide. Waridi confessed to me when I was kidnapped. He did it."

"Seriously? Tell me from the beginning!"

Fuad looked very serious hearing my story. While driving the car once in a while he looked at me with various expressions. It seems he is very eager to investigate this case.

Pov Mahfudz

I stared at the phone in my hand in annoyance. Why didn't Raya just pick up my vidioku call? He didn't even reply to my chat. Is he that busy? It's not even 4pm yet. The hours should not be open yet. Is he riding a motorcycle on the road? Cc .... Just call Mama, I thought. Aye right. I'd better call, who knows Raya's still with Mama.

I called Mama with a vidio call.

"Hallo, Fud ...."

"Ma, Ra- huh a-da in-the-u?"

"Well, look at these kids, Ms. Farida. He called his mother not because he missed or wanted to talk to his mother. But I just want to ask his wife"

I heard Ummik's voice chuckle despite not seeing the person on the screen.

"Hurry home, Fud!"

Yes, that's a Ummik sound. Mama seems to be at Ummik's house. The most difficult to go home.

"Y-yes, Mik!" sahutku. "Ma, Ma-ma la-gi in ru-mah Um-mik?" I just don't mind the words of my mom.

"Yes, that. Mama has to send Raya home. The bike was left at the hospital yesterday, because Mama and Fuad picked him up by car" Mama said.

"Oh, te-rus ka-rang Ra-ya di-ma-na?" my many.

"Taken with Fuad to the hospital. Mama just wait here"

"Ber-two a-ja?" many wonder.

I have no doubt about my wife. And Fuad would also not likely have any evil intentions on Raya. But I'm just worried about his often unguarded talk and hurting other people's hearts.

"Yes, don't worry. He'll drive safely to the hospital, you'll be calm" Mama said.

I was bearded even though I still felt that I could not accept that Raya was going with Fuad.

"Fud, Mama actually has good news to tell you. You must be happy to hear it. You know what, Farida ma'am? You have promised to Raya not to tell first to Mahfudz. But Mama wants to tell you, Fud!"

"Nga-sih ta-u a-pa, Ma?" manya curious.

"Okay, tell me" Mama was confused.

"Udah, tell me" Ummik's voice sounded. "Mahfudz must know. If you wait for Raya, we do not know when he told Mahfudz. Hunting they fought again briefly" said Ummik.

"A-pa-an anyway, Ma? Mik?" I'm getting curious.

"Fud, Mama told you, but you promised me yes, you can't tell Raya, if Mama already told you. Anyway, you have to keep pretending not to know until he himself tells you"

"I-yes, Ma. Th-yes. Ta-pi ka-sih ta-u a-pa?" I'm just impatient.

"Good darling. Soon you will be Papa. You're pregnant, Fud!"

The deg!! I was surprised to hear that. Haaa? Getting pregnant? My kid? Papa's?

I nodded my head in disbelief at what I heard.

"Ha-miles?"

"Yes, I don't know how old the pregnancy is. Last morning's the best new pack at home, Fud! Mama see for yourself, the line is two Fud, positive!"

"Hmmm...."

I can't say anything to Mama. Between happy and confused. I like to tease Raya with words to invite fertilization, teasing her in front of grandma to have five or 6 children. But I never seriously imagined that there would be a tiny baby that would decorate our days. Who will be my rival in getting the attention and love of Raya? So this kid's gonna be real? He's gonna call me papa?

Oh, my gosh! The fertilization process I did was really successful.

"You have to keep pretending not to know about this, because he said he wanted to make a surprise to you. Later if he has a story you still have to pretend to be shocked, as if you have just heard it the first time. And you don't make it stressful. If he's grumbling, accept it. You know, now he's gonna be more sensitive, hear you, Fud?" ask Mama.

"Hmmm .... Oh, yeah, Ma."

Oh, so Raya is pregnant with my son. Anyway, he didn't pick up my phone. Does he want a surprise? Or is he mad because I haven't come home yet?

"Fuck! You are called dr. Boo!"

The voice of my koas friend broke my daydream about my wife with a big belly with a little boy who was going to call me Papa.

"Oh, i-ya se-ben-tar. Ma, I'm kem-bali ker-ja du-lu yeah, Ma!"

I turned off Vidio's call on Mama and went to dr. Bayu.

"You're that young doctor with special needs?" ask dr. Bayu.

I'm nodding. "Yes, Dok-ter!"

"I know you're at the internal station, and it's not really your job to do it. But I want to ask you for help, personally as a fellow human being as well as a man. I heard you're married, too, Mahfudz?"

"Yes, Doc"

"A man will protect a woman who needs protection, right? I always thought so because I had a mother, a daughter, a sister."

In my heart I wonder where this doctor is going to speak. Dr's face. Bayu looks sad.

"The patient in the name of Pratiwi Ariesta. I heard you were the first to take her and suggested a urine test and a bacterial culture. Do you know the outcome?"

I'm nodding.

"She was also sexually assaulted, whether committed by anyone, but whoever it was, that man was a thief!"

Dr. Bayu looks furious.

"That Prativist patient is as long as my daughter. It is very sad to see his condition is deaf and treated like that. In a teenager like him, he should live cheerfully playing and learning with his peers."

I'm nodding. "La-lu a-pa the bi-sa sa-ya ban-tu, Dok-ter?"

"I know in a few days, you'll be back at Medica Alert. During those few days, try to be a listening friend of the child. He has special needs just like you. You will have no trouble communicating with him. You can speak sign language very well. Please persuade him, Fud. To report the case to the police. It's a serious case. But he refused and threatened to kill himself if his case was brought to the legal track. Maybe you can help him. I fear that if this is not immediately handled by the police, the perpetrator will come again and commit the same crime against him and will further damage the life and future of the child. Can you try to help?"

I'm nodding. There is no harm in trying.

And now I'm looking at him from the door of this economy 3rd class ward. Pratiwi Ariesta. She's a pretty girl. Her skin was a light yellow with long black straight hair almost touching the waist. Seeing her reminds me of Nadya, my niece. I guess Nadya is her age too. At least 1 or 2 years.

I approached. He's with the orphanage mother.

I introduced myself and greeted him with sign language

"Hal-lo, Ti-wi! Per-to-channel. I'm dok-ter Mah-fudz. A-da's meng-gil-ku dok-ter Ga-gu. You ju-ga bo-leh me-mang-gil-ku be-gi-tu. Ma-ri ki-ta. I'm a-kan ja-di your te-man de-ngar."

The teenage girl named Tiwi looked at me. I just really noticed it this time. He doesn't look like Nadya. The way he looked at me like an adult.

[Doctor mute?]

Tiwi asked in sign language.

"Ti-dak. Ta-pi ham-pir bo-leh di-bi-lang se-per-ti i-tu. I-I don't-dak lan-car ber-bi-ca-ra" I replied.

I do not want to directly discuss the problem of sexual violence experienced. Since I have to be his friend first, I can persuade him later.

"Ja-di ka-mu ko-kolah in SLB-B" I asked still with sign mode.

He's nodding.

"Bo-leh my min-ta a-la-mat-mu? A-ku su-ka ke-li-ling handed the ja-sa test to-se-ha-tan. Si-a-pa ta-u ka-lau a-ku ke-be-tu-lan le-wat si-tu a-ku bi-sa mam-pir"

Tiwi happily gave her address. He recorded it on my phone. It seems my mission to befriend him succeeded. He looks wellcome to me.