Niati With Bismillah

Unexpected stuff

The second day I sold alhamdulilah once, smoothly and satisfactorily. Many people even praised my cooking. I am happy because my customers are satisfied. I can't let my guard down, I have to be consistent in taking care of my cuisine, so that more and more of my customers.

Coming home from the sale, I immediately met my son at the Harni boulevard.thank God the Harni bulek said my children were not too troublesome. I also did not forget to bring a side dish for Harni bouleks, this side dish I deliberately set aside before selling, actually wanted to be given pas nganter children, but because of the hurry to forget.

Upon arrival at home, I immediately fed my two children and accompanied them to a nap. I immediately cleaned the house.

As usual, I took my son to school. And the night after the children sleep is my time with my husband to complain to each other.

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A week I have been selling around, every day I set aside twenty thousand rupiah to pay the debt installment. Thank God the first week I was able to pay the debt. Hopefully my sales are always in demand so I can pay on time.

One hundred and thirty thousand every Sunday the nominal I have to pay, if it seems like the nominal is not too big, but for me who is just this ordinary person, the feelings are already quite large. But what is power, it has been the way like this, yes just go. Hopefully our lives will be better.

Mas Yudi my husband actually could not bear to see me pantang panting help the family economy, but if not this how could it be? yes, I do as much and as I can.

# 2 months #

I do not feel now my installments stay two more times will be paid off, finally I will breathe the air comfortably without thinking what day it is, already there is money to pay the debt what not, what is not yet, the point is that life pursued by debt is not comfortable to use. Sleep can sometimes be until dreams are collected in debt.

Tomorrow the ninth payment, thank God the money is already there and ready to be paid, but it turns out fate is really not friendly with me. My husband had an accident when he came home from work. I'm confused, totally confused. Though the plan I want to pay off the installment that is still paid twice, but because there is a disaster I decided to use the money first, the debt repayment business think later.

I put my children in the Harni boulevard, and soon I went to the puskesmas, there it turns out that Yudi mas is no longer there, given the situation that needs further treatment, the health center immediately sent him to the hospital. He said he had bleeding in his little brain. Immediately I drove the motorbike matic owned by Bu Siti who I borrowed before, Because it is impossible if I have to ride a bicycle to the health center while the distance is quite far from home.

When I got to the hospital, I went straight to the IGD. Thank God I could see Yudi's mas lying on top of the hospital gurney. I see it looks like I'm asleep, because there's nothing I can ask here, I want to go out and ask the doctor at IGD. But before I came out, I saw Mas Yudi his body convulsing, Oh God what's wrong with my husband? I don't care if it's a hospital, my body just can't walk out. I clamored for the doctor and the nurse, fortunately they came immediately after hearing my screams. I was pushed out by a nurse, I also according to him so that my husband was checked immediately.

Long enough the doctor and nurse were behind the room which was only covered by those plain blue curtains. I was out pacing and praying anxiously to see my husband who was convulsing like that. I briefly saw the clock in the IGD room, almost ten minutes but the doctor had not yet come out, only the nurse was in and out picking up the equipment that would be used for what.

Tired of pacing back and forth, I also sat in an iron chair. My tears just keep flowing without my command. With tears in my eyes I prayed to the Owner of Destiny, I hope my husband can still be with us, accompanying us until our children grow up.

For a moment I thought, then I asked the doctor who was still waiting in front of me waiting for the decision I made.

" Can the operation use BPJS sir ?"

" can ma'am, immediately immediately taken care of the administration "

" well, please take care of my husband and do as well as possible, doctor "

" well Mom ".

Forgetting to ask where to go to the administration desk, I went to the maternity area. This is how if people are confused, where to go even stray where. Turn around and look here, there's a woman I'm expecting to be fifties, I asked her. But she didn't know, finally there was a nurse passing by and I asked her. Sister is good, I asked not explained where the direction was but I was escorted directly to the administration desk. I thanked him many times. Really when faced with a situation like this, my brain really does not function properly.

I take care of the administration for my husband, thank God everything is smooth, and now my husband will be operated on soon. I asked him where the operating room was, and I walked in half-run. It doesn't matter what people look at me. Whether they are pitying, pitying or wondering what is happening to me. Which I obviously don't care about.

By the time I was in front of the operating room, I saw lights that had not been turned on like my husband had not been brought here.

Right, just as I sat down, I saw a group of sisters pushing a gurney with a patient on it. It was my husband, thank goodness he was dealt with quickly, my eyes fixed on him until the operating room door was closed. Soon a red light flashed, indicating that an action was being taken inside.

The voice of the Maghrib, I went to the mushalla in the hospital. I would rather pray and pray than just sit and wait and cry.

When I got back, the lights were still on. For almost an hour my husband was inside, no matter what the doctor and nurse did to my husband, why so long. Don't they know how restless the person waiting in front of this operating room is.

Just when the adzan isya' was echoed, the lights in the operating room died. Marking the operation is over, dag dug my heart waiting for the news of the success of the doctor and his team inside. Thank God the good news I received, I bowed down to gratitude at the spot.

I spread my legs which now feel lighter to step. My goal is to go back to the administration desk to take care of the treatment room for my husband.

After the Yudi mas was transferred to the treatment room, the doctor said he would have to wait another three to four hours for the patient to be conscious. I decided to go home first, return the motorbike and ask the Harni bullek to look after my children for the next few days until my husband came home from the hospital.