Devotion (A Devotion)
Lost Contacks
Lost Contacts
‘Cek ******?’ I can only ask in my heart.
Doctor Melisa seemed to know my anxiety. “Yes, check ****** to know the condition ****** Mother's husband,” is obviously the beautiful doctor while packing.
“Actually, if you want easier, can be with baby tube, Mom. But expensive cost.”
Doctor Melisa said goodbye, because she had to continue her other schedule. The woman with such postures stood up gracefully while tidying up her practice coat. He flicked his wavy yellowish hair. The friendly oriental face smiled before exiting the room.
The nurse gives some instructions about the drug, and the bill must be paid to the cashier.
“This is a prescription from a doctor, vitamins for Mom. And some hormone supplements. Mom, to the pharmacy to calculate the price of the drug first, then pay to the cashier, then can just take the drug.” The nurse gave me a clue what to do next.
I nodded my head at the sign of understanding the nurse's instructions. I received a prescription from the nurse to the pharmacy, waiting for the officer to calculate the amount of drug costs to be paid.
“Sorry, Mom. The supplement, not covered to insurance. His doctor's examination can also not be paid by insurance,” replied the cashier when I issued an insurance card from Mas Hadi's office.
“Lho, why is that? Our office insurance covers all employee needs. I'll call my husband soon.” Restless by the cashier's notice, I called Mas Hadi.
Several times the tone continued, there was no sign of my call being raised by Mas Hadi.
[Your call was rejected.] A notice announcing my first call was rejected by Mas Hadi.
I repeated it a few times, rejected. Call to ten, no dial tone. Phone's turned off. Subhanallah. Upset, I want to slam a cell phone in front of the cashier.
“Because it was at the time of entry, the indication is not due to illness. But because of the pregnancy program,” was obviously the cashier who watched me kindly and smiled.
I heard the reply from the cashier of the woman wearing the green uniform. I try to control the situation.
“Ya I have paid cash only then.” A little annoyed I paid all the examination and supplement fees from that nearly one million doctor.
Usually all expenses to the doctor in any order, can be paid by the company. Why is it different now? Mas Hadi also did not tell me anything when I was about to go to the doctor. Now on the phone there's no answer, even turned off.
Something went through my mind, I tried to put it away. Don't want to think of anything bad about Mas Hadi. “I conform to My servant's prejudice against Me, I will be with him if he prays to Me.”
Remembering God's promise, I tried to have a good prejudice about the phone not being picked up. Maybe the battery dropped, maybe there's no signal, and another revelation I have in mind. I exhale forcefully. The huft!
From Pandanaran road, the taxi I was riding turned towards Simpang Lima towards Ngaliyan, where I live. The Ngaliyan area is located in the height of Semarang City, towards Jakarta, turn left to the UIN Walisongo campus.
My eyes go through the night of Semarang City which is more vibrant. Increasingly night, Simpang Lima is not quiet, but crowded by merchants and culinary buyers. Simpang Lima is famous for its typical culinary stalls at night, ranging from tofu gimbal, tofu pong, gudeg, lumpia and more interesting to some people is, poci tea.
Poci tea became interesting due to the phenomenon of 'Ciblek'. Ciblek or ‘Cil Ketah Melek’, is a term for young women workers *** who disguise as poci tea peddlers.
The phenomenon of Ciblek and poci tea began in the 1990s, when Sunan Kuning experienced a laxity of supervision. Sunan Kuning is a localization area in Kalibanteng Kulon area. It is called Sunan Kuning because there is a Muslim figure named Soen An Ing. The Javanese difficult to spell the name Soen An Ing, then parodied into Sunan Kuning and popular until now.
Loose supervision of public order issues and the emergence of the issue of closure resocialization, causing the workers*** in Sunan Kuning began to go out into the streets. Many return to the protocol streets of Semarang City.
Even 'Ciblek' is not as usual. They peddle themselves in disguise, assisted by entrepreneurs who often use this poci tea bag as a mode. There are many locations around Simpang Lima Semarang.
I sighed considering the fate of those young girls. How depressing. May they soon find a way, get a better job.
The night indicates the time is late. When I got home, I didn't see Mas Hadi's car. Haven't come home. My chest rumbles. Almost eleven o'clock, and haven't come home yet? Wherever anyway?
I closed the door of the house, while continuing to chant do’a safety for Mas Hadi. Entering the house, I found my three children already slumbering. Three great heroes who have colored our family. After cleansing myself, I prepared to lay down my body for a rest.
Not usually Mas Hadi went alone until midnight without any news. Anxious that since the afternoon surrounds, inevitably greet the heart. These eyes, not once wanted to be closed.
At midnight, the sound of a car rang out. The clock shows the number 00.30. From anywhere, until almost early this new home. A little annoyed, I jumped in haste to open the door. Ready with a series of questions arranged irregularly at the top of the head.
Before Mas Hadi knocked on the door, I opened it first. I can't wait to ask all the questions that fill my mind. My mouth was already preparing to throw out all those words in anger that had penetrated into the tip of my tongue.
“We go, yuk?” take Mas Hadi before closing the car door, and find me glaring furiously on the porch.
“Nights like this where are you going? Children sleeping. It's time to rest.” The anger went nowhere.
“Yes, we never walk together. I want to eat Nasi Pecel Mbok Sador. Yuk?” his heavy hand held my hand.
“I have not yet worn a neat shirt.”
“Tak wait yo!"
“What is Sampeyan ga tired?” I remind you, it's morning.
“This you, invited husband is happy not to.”
“It's morning, not the time for fun anymore!” grunting.
It's a holiday tomorrow. But there's no time off for a woman like me. Still have to wake up early in the morning to prepare all the needs of the children and Mas Hadi.
“If the wife does not want to be invited to have fun. Don't blame your husband for his own pleasure.”
Mas Hadi closed the door violently, then stepped in without caring for me who was standing in confusion. What is it that suddenly Mas Hadi took away this early in the morning. Wouldn't it be more relaxing to go in the afternoon or evening, or accompany me to the doctor, then be able to continue walking? What's the matter?
In agitation, my heart grew more troubled, I closed the door and followed into the room. I saw that Mas Hadi had already taken off his clothes, changed his clothes to sleep.
“Where to From? New clock coming home?” Can't help but be curious, that question I had to ask as well.
There's no answer.
“Mas!” pekikku.
“Apaan, anyway! Just storm if I'm at home.”
“I called many times, why not pick up?”
“HP his dead.”
“Tak usually your HP is off. You are not a careless person who let HP die for a long time. In the car there is also a charger.” My seeds were so hot to hear his answer.
“Do not be noisy! Was invited out did not want. I'm going to bed. Capek!”
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