Devotion (A Devotion)
Bile Crystals
“I don't want to take medicine! I'm not sick! You are the one who drinks. Kan, you're sick!” The man's face was red when I delivered the medicine from Doctor Melisa.
Subhanallah, what kind of foolish man am I marrying? Already knew his wife indicated infectious diseases, but did not want to seek treatment together. It's been proven that the lab results I showed him, as well as the results of a consultation with Dr. Melisa. Still can't accept that I'm sick, and it's possible that she's also carrying the bacteria out of nowhere.
“If not treated together, afraid that later when I recover, Sampeyan still has the bacteria, infect me again,” I clearly give understanding so that he understands.
However, my hope did not meet his purpose. The man did not understand, or even did not want to accept the fact that the disease I suffered had to be resolved on my body, as well as on him. The huft! Basic men!
Now the man does not want to take medicine, or check with the doctor. So how else to solve the problem? Why so hard-hearted and arrogant?
“I don't want Aids Mas sick, I don't want to get HIV!” my screams tormented.
Oh, the man I called my husband, don't you know what I feel right now? Physical pain, heartache, and mental illness because of your actions.
“Sick Aids from where?” his screams stifled hearing.
Why do you ask where the pain is from? Is he not aware of what he has done out there with other women? Women who are unknown to you must have been in contact with any man.
“Mas, what have you done? Of course I'm not just accusing that there's no proof.”
“Sok knows, omniscience!” gerrutu annoyed.
Subhanallah. Tired of all this. How do I tell you if this is serious? I still have my patience?
“Mas, you're adult men and women. Go here and there like a husband and wife. When the wife accuses you of adultery, it is adultery. It is inappropriate for a man to go from hotel to hotel with a woman who dares to open a letter on purpose. You guys married?”
“But!” answer's short.
“Can I hold your word?” I pressed the sentence with a heavy tone.
“Can!” his eyes rounded the saga like he was about to forcefully jump.
”Mas still want to marry her?”
“No!”
“Lho, used to say he wanted to marry her?”
“That's it first.”
“Now?”
The man was silent. I saw his tired face was not as cheerful as it used to be, the warmth was gone.
“I'm sick. And this pain is because of you!” peekikku can't stand it.
“Do not accuse carelessly!”
“That woman is not a good woman, Mas.”
“Year you are the holiest! Look, you're sick, right? Not her?”
Oh God! Gontai my body heard that sentence. Yes, why am I sick? Who fornicate with them.
“Know why you are sick? For accusing others of adultery without proof! Finally back to yourself about you! Feel your pain, the result of negative thoughts and energies towards others!”
Less clear what exactly is the evidence I'm giving you, huh? The photo of a married man and a woman without a husband in a hotel room, with an inappropriate pose, is still lacking? Videos that play togetherness and their joy like family, not enough?
Plus the photographic and video evidence Nofi went with the unidentified man, whom Mas Hadi denied as an online taxi, did not open his eyes about who the woman he loved was? Am I the outrageous one, or is it Mas Hadi who cannot think sanely?
“Look, Mas check next week when my medicine runs out. Must check it together.”
Women can endure pain and pain in childbirth. Maybe even men will not be able to go through the process. However, once a clash of men who have been husband for so long, tear down all the strongholds that have been strengthened.
****
God, what am I supposed to do with all this? Do I have to survive? Or should go.
This afternoon, Mas Hadi came home unwell. He complained of stomach pain and uncontrollable nausea.
“Please on the keroki,” he said short. His body was limp, cold sweat drenched his forehead
I obediently carried out Mas Hadi's order to graze his body. Body temperature was like burning everything that came into contact with his skin, but the palms and feet were cold as I held on.
“So I pee pink,” the story is anxious.
“Should check to RS,” my command while moving the coin on his back. The smell of eucalyptus oil is out.
For almost a week Mas Hadi complained of not feeling well. Body temperature rises and falls erratically. Not taking any medication.
“Usually I just slept healthy again.” A word that is always spoken when sick.
From the beginning of marriage until almost fifteen years, the man I called Mas was never willing to take medicine even though his body was sick. Getting to the doctor is hard. One day I had to call my mother-in-law so she advised her son to see a doctor, when for one week he had a fever. After being examined it turns out that typhoid pain and must immediately be opened. Mas Hadi refused to be admitted to the hospital.
The man forced himself to go to the office. I suggest to rest and ask permission of the superior. I've known him well for almost twenty years. So when he was sick and still forced into the office, I could do nothing but smile at the door.
*****
“Father of an opname, yes?”
“Oname aja, Doc!” my answer was short before Mas Hadi replied.
That afternoon, Mas Hadi was willing to take me to the doctor to check himself because the fever had almost two weeks not healed. When he was no longer strong, he asked the doctor.
“Actually you have a fever, Doc. But just ask for a durokin. Do not want to be invited to check or take medicine,” explained to Doctor Roy. “Difficult to drink water also.”
“Tomorrow morning we USG, to make sure, yes Mom,” the doctor messages fat and short before continuing to press the next patient.
Doctor Roy checks the patient's condition in the next room. I heard he was asking a weak-voiced woman's complaint. I'm guessing he's thirty.
“Mother, mother register first ahead, to get inpatient room,” nurse orders guard me. The woman, dressed in all white, followed Doctor Roy after my business was done.
Walk to the inpatient registration desk. I brought Mas Hadi's phone because the insurance data was there. Insurance cards from the office have not been accepted, so to check yourself using the application on a smart phone.
“Dek, dek, here his HP,” He limped following me to the registration table.
“What the hell, Mas! It is still on this list with its HP. The insurance code and number are still there!” I pointed to the HP that was seized by him.
The man returned to the infirmary after forcibly taking the HP I used to register. I let out a bad breath. Why the hell could it take away the HP used to register.
When I finished my registration, I went back to the examination room. Entering through Mas Hadi's head, the man was unaware of my presence. He seems to be busy with his phone.
I silently stared without a sound. Standing right behind the bed of his head.
Light green room curtains separate the space between rooms. There was Doctor Roy's voice behind the cloth.
Mas Hadi smiled to himself with his phone. The male fingers played the keyboard to answer each of his messages. Maybe tell a friend of his office if you can't get to work tomorrow.
[Hopefully get well soon, yes, Mas] order an account that I read.
I read carefully the name listed at the top, ‘Dek Fi Hadi’.
