Love for Almira

59

Almira wakes up from her sleep because she wants to urinate. The atmosphere in his room seemed quiet. The plate on the sofa table no longer exists. It looks like it's been cleaned by ART. The clock on the wall of his room shows at half-time, apparently quite long too he fell asleep. Almira went straight to the bathroom to urinate.

After from the bathroom Almira felt very hungry stomach.He wanted to eat something savory, hot and spicy.

It seems good to eat baso, Almira thought.

Almira came out of the room and looked for ART that could be asked to buy a baso.

“Mbak...,” call Almira.

“Yes, Mum,” an ART came to Almira.

“Please buy me a bad baso, yes! Just as a plain sauce does not use half a serving of two for Akbar and Amelia. You buy baso too, your friends who want baso all beikan.” Almira gave three hundred thousand rupiah to ART.

“Bu, this is mostly,” said ART showing the money Almira gave.

“I fear less money,” replied Almira.

“You've been ushered in Mr. Ali.”

“Not done, Mom. I just ride the motorcycle. Close to the box,” replied ART.

Almira took twenty thousand rupiah from his wallet and gave it to ART.

“Not done, Mom. This is also enough to ride the ojek, even more, Bu.” Reject ART.

“Ya already then.” Almira returned to her room.

ART went to buy baso.

After a long wait, finally the awaited baso came as well. The sound of the door coming from outside the room. Almira opens the door.

“This, the bus and the change.” ART provides plastic containing baso and change to buy baso.

“Please get me a bowl, and have bi Cani make me hot sweet tea,” Almira said while receiving the plastic and change.

“Good, Bu.” ART went to get me a bowl.

Soon ART came back with a bowl and spoon and hot sweet tea requested by Almira.

“Thanks, yes,” says Almira.

Almira puts the baso into the bowl and starts eating it. Almira ate the baso until it ran out. He sipped the hot sweet tea little by little.  After finishing eating Almira get ready to pray dzuhur. Dzuhur Almira prayers are back to sleep.

Almira's vegetables heard Akbar and Amelia's voice in her room. Almira opened her eyelids and she saw Faisal being followed by Akbar and Amelia from behind.

“Mas,” call Almira slowly.

Hearing Almira's voice calling him Faisal immediately turned to Almira and walked over to Almira. Faisal sat on the bedside.

“How has it been a bit light yet?” ask Faisal.

“Numbered, Mas. Still having a headache,” Almira replied limply.

“Later tonight we go to the doctor, yes! Mas already made an appointment with his doctor,” Faisal said.

“Nevent gone, Mas. Later also healed, have eaten medicine,” replied Almira.

“Mas just want to make sure you're sick what? To make the pain unsustainable,” said Faisal.

Alma thought for a moment. There is no harm in him being examined by a doctor, at most later he will be told to rest and given vitamins.

“Nda, Amel’ia want to come to the dotel,” said Amelia who was standing next to her father.

“Amelia and Akbar wait at home with sister. Mom and Dad went to his doctor a long time ago. Father and Mother must queue because the patients are many. Later Amelia and Akbar tired of having to wait a long time,” Faisal replied.

“Mas, what doctors are up in line so?” tanya Almira was suspicious.

“Yes, regular general practitioner. Just because he is already senior and experienced so many who seek treatment there,” replied Faisal who tried to calm down so that his wife did not feel suspicious.

“Oh….Almira guess what specialist doctor,” said Almira.

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In the evening after the completion of the prayer magrib Faisal and Almira went to the doctor. Faisal's car was on the highway. Almira noticed the atmosphere of the city at night until her eyes read the writing on the five-foot tent “NASI GORENG GOAT BANG SUEB”. Reading his writing had already made Almira's saliva flow.

“Mas, want goat fried rice,” says Almira.

Faisal who was focusing on driving turned to Almira.

“Gape fried rice? Are you still hungry?” ask Faisal.

Even before they left they had dinner first, so that when going to the doctor they did not starve when waiting in line at the doctor.

“Again pengen only, it seems good to eat hot and spicy,” said Almira while imagining goat fried rice.

“Later home we buy goat fried rice. Now we go to the doctor first,” Faisal said.

“Iya, Mas.”

Almira's desire to eat fried goat rice made Faisal more convinced to take Almira to the doctor.

Finally they arrived at a famous pharmacy in the South Jakarta area. The parking lot at the pharmacy was quite full.

“Here Mas where the doctor practices?” almira asked while trying to read the signposts of the doctors attached to the pharmacy wall.

“Iya. Down yuk.” Faisal removed the seat belt that ran across his body and got out of the car.

Faisal opened the car door next to Almira, because Almira had not yet gotten out of the car.

“Mas, but no doctor's writing generally,” protest Almira.

“There. Last afternoon Mas had asked the dispensary employee, he said there was a general practitioner,” Faisal replied trying to convince Almira.

Almira also got out of the car. Faisal grabbed Almira by the shoulder and carried her into the dispensary.

Almira frowned when Faisal approached the doctor's registration, The background of the place was a lot of images of the uterus, babies and pregnant women. Not to mention the patients who wait there are some pregnant mothers.

“Mbak, Ms Almira has been called yet?” faisal asked the registration officer.

The officer looked at the patient list.

“Not yet, Sir. Wait two more people,” replied the officer.

“Thank you.” said Faisal.

Just now Faisal was about to sit down the nurse called out to Almira.

“Mother Almira.”