Women & Destiny (Edit-revision Process)

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"Good morning, Auntie. How are things today? Do you feel fresher?" Greet Anin to the Patient on behalf of Sintya. For four days he treated patients who he said were diabetic, but the results of the lab examination of his glucose numbers were normal. Who claimed to be weak, dizzy fireflies, but again the lab results showed that Haemoglobin levels do not support just a diagnosis of anemia. It is precisely the doctor who is actually being wracked with birth and inner pain.

Anin was made a private doctor by one patient. Not even Dr. Hadi could do anything. And by forced, put Anin who incidentally still as a general practitioner but must be moved on the disease section in – special VIP room /VIP.

This treatment room tends to be quiet, only the patient's finger count fills it. Third-class wards are never empty. And at this time, Anin needed a rush to slightly forget about her heartbreak.

Sometimes – sometimes Anin visited where Mika helped Susilo doctor or to the VK room to just fill the empty time. Than dumb.

And it's been an open secret ever since Anin was transferred, the news of Anin being Pak Hadih's favorite doctor and special doctor in this hospital has also been heard to the ears of her husband and to his parents in Bandung.

That is the power of gossip. And always overstated from the truth.

And no matter what news Bima received about his wife, He grew colder, there was no more warmth in his every treatment, only stiffness and anger were left unclear as to why. Like this morning at the breakfast table, Bima was angry – was angry because he was looking for his car keys, while he never once asked Anin.

Until the two of them left together, the two were still silent, along the way only filled with chatter from the voice of Radio announcer Anin Intentionally turned on to just break the silence.

"What about his senses? Does it still taste bitter to eat?" Anin asked her patient again. Which of course is just a pleasantries. He knew full well what the woman in front of him was going through now.

"Already, already. I'm healthy, son." The patient replied that the sumringah was increasingly showing that he was actually not sick. The nurse in the back was struggling to bite her lips holding back a laugh. Laughing at Ketololan Anin perhaps, who is still patient and clever theatrical.

Lah, Tumben's got a lot of smiles. Anin turned to the nurse who was still holding back a laugh. "Suster, please be attentive first." she asked Sister Ida who did not know her full name. Anin has not asked this one nurse even though she often accompanies her patient visits.

"Well, Doc." she answered briefly and then started checking blood pressure. No less than five minutes Sister Ida has got the results of the examination. "15 /100 mmHg, Doc."

Duh, even high blood pressure, the address will increase the length of my service here.

"These high-tension, Tant. Was it ever high before? the last few days have been good tension." asked Anin again.

"Ah. I don't care. I am very happy today." Sintya's words accompanied by her laughter filled the room.

"But Auntie, Aunt also must maintain health. diet is maintained and adequate rest, you know? Unless aunt is still at home linger – long here." Anin explained her patient with patience and weakness.

"It does not matter, if I have another month here, I sincerely redho Nak. hahaa..!! As long as my son wants to go home and look at me." the louder the crazy laugh when mentioning the word – that word.

Yes, aunty feels right here, but I don't, Anin grumbled inwardly.

It seems that our patients are very happy. Anin looked at Sister Ida, who seemed to understand the words Anin had thrown at her.

Anin smiled. "I feel happy for the return of his son, aunt. But I'd be even happier, seeing my patients come home happy and in good health." Bright Anin without any intention of insinuating.

"Haha! I'd like to meet Nak Anin with my eldest son. Maybe you're the same age." Sintya spoke enthusiastically.

"Ah. Yeah yeah.." Anin nodded her head. Then they say goodbye to check on the other patients.

On the way .

"Dok, don't the doctor want to be betrothed to his son doc?" kelakar sister Ida.

"Ulus. Ngawur aja mbak Ida this! I want my husband." Said Anin chimed in on her nurse's claws.

"Hehehe, if he looks good enough Doc, try, and ___" Sister Ida paused her thumb and ring finger into the air to create a loud sound. "Stop your husband." Sister Ida answered a little sentimental. But only returned a smile by Dr. Anin.

Little Sister Ida, know what Dr. Anin is going through. Perhaps Anin never told me directly, but Sister Ida can draw conclusions, something is wrong in the household of Dr. Anin. But so far he has not dared to ask. Afraid to say Kepo deh, want to know people's business!

Even if Dr. Anin wants to tell you, he's a trustworthy person. Apart from how much she ate salt acid in wading through the household noses, Sister Ida also felt betrayed by her husband who was a soldier. And Sister Ida already considers Doctor Anin like her own sister. Because it is the age that is 10 years between them. But Sister Ida still respects Anin as superior.

***

That afternoon Anin was forced to take a taxi, because her husband could not pick her up. There is still a lot of work that cannot be left behind, he said.

And when Anin woke up from her sleepiness, at eleven o'clock in the night Bima had not yet reached home.

Though deliberately Anin cooks himself and evacuate mbok Jum for a while in the old house of Bima. Hope there's gonna be a romantic evening at that dinner. But until the vegetables are cold and the candle that Anin lights up, Bima does not go home. Tired of waiting to not realize when Anin fell asleep in his sitting position.

The apartment door opened when Anin was just about to step foot into the bedroom.

"Sorry, late. There's an impromptu meeting with the owner." Bright Bima when he found his wife was standing between the sofa guests welcomed him.

Bima kissed his wife's forehead for a while then stepped first leaving Anin who was still sculpting. Until finally Anin woke up and followed her husband. The smell of concentrated tobacco and – May – alcohol.

Anin was about to help take off her husband's shirt but was rejected outright by Bima.

"I can do it myself." Said cold. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I'm waiting for you to come home, today I'm cooking." There was a bitter tone in Anin's speech.

Suddenly Anin felt a great pain. Pain in his chest, his heart ache like being stabbed by a scalpel hearing those words just slide from the mouth of his loved ones. Sorry are! And just the words Sorry!! That simple.

"Okey, I will use all my memory to remember your message." Anin replied sarcastically with forced kink of course.

"Good!" Bima stepped towards the next room.

Anin also chose to –force herself-to-sleep. May this night pass soon.

Bima looked again at his wife, and then he was sure that his wife had fallen asleep and made sure his wife used a blanket.

Please don't hate me, Bima stroked his cheek and kissed his wife's forehead.

Even in her –-fake-sleep Anin can feel the caress of her husband and with all her might hold back her tears.

I'll try, Mas. as much as I can survive and please don't ignore me like this.

A few hours earlier…..

That afternoon Bima was out of her study. Because there is no more activity after five in the afternoon. No meetings, no appointments with the owner.

But he did not rush home or fulfill his wife's request to take her home. Bima did not come to face to face with his wife and was afraid to abuse her, both speech and deed, like this morning. He hugged and apologized for his mistake right then and there. But his ego beats everything. And it turns out that his love is not strong enough against his selfishness.

And this is where now, Bima spends some of her time in one of the night entertainment venues in the central Jakarta area. After feeling bored, then he moved to a hotel room that was also not far from his place, with the woman he deliberately rented of course.

Not without reason, Bima paid a woman, solely to ensure the reaction of her little boss. But whatever the woman teases her, as pretty as any woman she hires, she can't make her little boss react. It seems he fell asleep very well. And not once twice Bima did this, but several times and everything ended the same. The paid woman is only used as an outlet for her emotions by babysitting these women.

***

Next day.

Anin took the time to contact the secretary at her husband's office, to ask about the meeting until late at night.

"Oh, I see, so there is no meeting schedule. Okay, thank you. Oh yes, if tomorrow-tomorrow you have a schedule until late, please report to the house also yes mbak ya…."

"Oh, no. Nothing, it's just, I'm worried, because you're a little forgetful. Okay, thanks graceful. Good morning." Good morning." Anin ended the conversation.

And Anin believes her husband is seeing the woman again.

***

In the afternoon, Bima got home earlier than Anin, and she found out from her secretary about Anin calling the office and asking her whereabouts.

Bima was so angry at his wife. He was humiliated by his wife. And for the first time in his household there was a great quarrel. Although not up to physical violence, but it made Anin hysterical when his phone was thrown against the wall and hit the plasma tivi hanging there. The phone becomes several pieces and its tivi cracks but still firmly perched on the link.

"Mas! I'm just worried, I don't mean to stalk you." Anin said half in fear.

"You think it's appropriate to suspect your own husband, Hah!!!" bentak Bima's.

"I, I just want to make sure, that I'm not being lied to." Said Anin in her stifled sobs. "And now I know the answer."

Bima snatched the phone in Anin's grasp and lifted it into the air. "...you think I don't know what you're doing with this thing!" Shouting Bima emotions. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing!" he added.

"What do you mean!" Anin did not understand the direction of her husband's conversation.

Anin's reflex function works as fast as Bima's moving hand grabs something on the table. Anin closed her eyes and protected her head.

Bruha!!!!

“Stop!” Anin's shout came out almost simultaneously with the sound of the object clashing. The loud voice was only able to hear, but Anin could not see.

Silent

A few seconds later there were rough footsteps and the sound of the door slamming.

After not hearing her husband's footsteps again, Anin opened her eyes.

First Anin thought it was the ashtray her husband threw. But it turns out the phone is colliding with plasma tivi.

Anin began picking up her cell phone pieces with tears that dropped without being asked.

***