Devotion (A Devotion)
Trichomoniasis-1
“Where was he?” Sherly drove behind the car Nofi was riding in. Face's tense.
We followed a black mini van numbered H-8355-UD that drove towards the city from Prof Highway. Dr. Hirka, Ngaliyan. The downhill road makes Sherly careful, but his eyes can not be separated following the car. The understated horn reminded Shrely to be careful. That beautiful woman doesn't care. Once there was a slight gap, he passed the steering wheel and entered the left lane, then stepped on the gas and drove after the black car.
The truck construction project of the Semarang-Jakarta Toll Road back and forth blocked the vehicle. Dust flew all the way. Several times Sherly had to overtake a land and material transport truck.
After passing Campus I UIN Walisongo, the black car we followed turned to the left, towards Jakarta. Sherly stops the car before the red light and pulls it to the left.
“You followed, Cin?” ask the beautiful woman. His eyes hoped that I would agree with his question.
“Not necessary, Sher. My body is not good. How are my kids anyway?” worried answer.
“Honey, Cint! This responsibility. We almost know the door. Even you don't want to,” is upset. His hand hit the steering wheel causing a ‘bug’ sound.
“Sorry Sher. My body really doesn't feel good.” I understand Sherly's annoyance. But I really need to remember myself.
“What are you sick about?”
Do I have to tell you this sensitive thing? This week, something felt different about my body. It feels like something is burning in my feminine area. The heat is unbearable. Every pee, countless pains. I thought it was just a normal urinary tract infection, so there's no need to worry.
But since the pain was excruciating for up to a week, no sense of worry enveloped in the heart. What was? It is not an ordinary infection. Plus my body temperature's going up and down, fever.
I can't serve Mas Hadi, I can't feel the pain. All the time the burning heat was excruciating. Walk hard. Upright standing waist pain. This body is getting weaker.
“You did, thought to yourself. Why didn't you tell me the same story from before.” Sherly grumbling.
That afternoon we picked up the children back from school, then had lunch at the ‘Bakso Geger’ stall located in the Gisikdrono area. Its famous meatballs are delicious and have not changed its flavor since it was first established. Now, the meatball stall has grown to be large and very crowded.
We can not linger eating there this time, because of the condition of Covid which has caused many casualties in this Semarang City. I pack it for Mas Hadi, so it can be enjoyed after work later. He really likes this meatball.
Tomorrow the kids start learning at home again. This first day they only went in for a briefing. After that, distance learning is like the previous year of study.
*****
“Sorry yes, not me defending Nofi, it could be an On-line taxi. You are prejudiced against others. Holy hush!” refute Mas Hadi when I show you the photos and videos that we managed to record.
The man replied while reading the afternoon newspaper on the terrace. Although there is already news on social media, we have not stopped subscribing to newspapers. Once we decided to stop subscribing, Mr. Loper cried and asked what was wrong until he unsubscribed the newspaper. We have been subscribing with him for almost ten years since he arrived in Semarang.
“Lho, he's got a car, he's got a motorbike, why take a taxi?” sergeant's upset. Why continue to defend Nofi? What he didn't think, this woman he loved left with another man.
Hoping with the evidence and news I delivered, Mas Hadi changed his mind or at least did not defend Nofi. Apparently, the opposite happened. He was positive about Nofi. Or maybe, Nofi has already told you in advance of his meeting with me?
Geger meatballs I warmed and presented in front of Mas Hadi. But the man didn't touch her. The food was just a glance.
“Well, he could be sick or lazy to ride in the car. Or just getting into a car. Never mind. If you keep thinking negative, it means there is a liver disease in you. Don't take care of other people's lives, think about other people's mistakes. You yourself are much wrong, why think of the mistakes of others.”
Kurenungi Mas Hadi's words, to not take care of other people's lives. Maybe true said my husband, I was too prejudiced negative. But, this woman really has done no good going with people's husbands, what is it still worth considering she is even better than me?
“Already, you do not have to take care of Nofi anymore. Just take care of this family of ours, our children,” I'm not comfortable with.
“Mas also do not take care of Nofi dong, take care of our family, our children. Don't be another girl,” I turn her words around, crushing.
“Who's cursing?” His eyes are getting rounder. His tone is tiggii
“Mas, right?” jeritku.
Ah, nevermind. Arguing with Mas Hadi would be endless, he always had a way to dodge. I left him to continue my activities in the kitchen.
Since knowing Nofi, Mas Hadi is not as warm as before. Harsh words and curses are often directed at me. Especially when I found out he was connected to the paranormal, my antipathy got bigger.
Rejection I did frontally when he wanted to sell goods from Mbah Jagad. ‘Pring Pethuk’ sold for billions of rupiah, said Mas Hadi. Ah no, I don't want to be tempted by money and material things if I just sell faith. Angry, that was his reaction if I refused what he would do. I don't give a shit.
*****
The sixth day from the first time you feel pain and burning sensation at ************, I ask to see a doctor. Fear, worry and worry, what is really going on with this self? All I'm afraid of is one, if I have a contagious disease.
“Kok not since the second day or the beginning of Mother check. What is a serious illness?”
Hearing Doctor Melisa's tone I feel guilty about my condition. This is my body, why not pay attention to it. Thinking too much about Mas Hadi who was wrong to make me forget about myself. Oh my God, how long have I spent torturing myself?
“Now this pain has just come.”
Duhai Doctor, do you know what I am feeling right now. I can only smile wryly at Doctor Melisa's words.
“We check first yes, this hurts because what. Need to take a sample to make the diagnosis specific.”
I followed all Doctor Melisa's orders. Sprawled on the piercing bed and felt the pain of the equipment that took the sample into my female organs. I held my breath with worry, endless worry.
“Mother don't strain. Difficult to get in, even sick later. Just relax, yes,” orders of the beautiful woman.
I nodded in silence. How not to tense up, look at that shiny silver-colored equipment, chirped my guts.
“When last pup-smear, Bu?”
“Uldah, Doc. Three or four years ago when whiteness is not healed.”
“Lho, piye. How about, anyway, Mom?” he grumbled as he continued to work with his equipment on my body.
I was silent again hearing Doctor Melisa's question. I couldn't answer any longer than a smile. My concentration was fixed on the wild equipment inside my body.
“If you are married, you should at least once a year check. Moreover, the mother of the perpetrator *** is active,” he explained. “Taking and examining a sample of cells from the cervix is very important, Mom, to see whether there are abnormalities that can lead to cervical cancer,” clear women who today wear black pants suit and blazer motif Batik Semarangan magenta. It contrasts with the color of her pale skin.
Actually what was conveyed by Doctor Melisa, but checking the pup-smear requires a high level of courage. Imagining a doctor inserting a speculum (a device resembling a duck cocor) to open the *****, then inserting a fine brush or cotton swab into the cervix to collect a sample of cells, has made me girly. However, if the condition is already in pain like this, what to say, must be done. Regretting why not do it while in good health.
“Where's the temperature, Mom?” ask him for information.
“In Semarang too. How, Doc?”
“Still active in touch?”
“Still, Doc.”
“This condition of the cervix of the mother in the presence of infection, her erosions are severe. Should not be related first until healed.”
Kuhela's breathing is agitated. I myself feel reluctant. My ghost is uncomfortable.
“If the mother and husband are healthy in relationships, do not interfere or **** free, no need to worry. Possible regular infections.”
Doctor Melisa's last statement made me even more lame.
