Devotion (A Devotion)
Bile Crystals - 2

“Wah, really fun to reply to his chat.” my bro can not stand.

Mas Hadi was surprised. The man was unaware of his wife's presence. He sleeps in the ER bed, I go in from a direction invisible to him. From the back of his head with a rag separating the examination room.

For five minutes I watched in silence. Looking at her happily expanding smile and her nimble hands as if talking directly to the account owner.

“What, anyway?” he was shocked to hear my voice.

“Iya, very exciting chatingnya, until the wife comes do not know. HP used register can not,” my smile insinuated.

Mas Hadi put down his phone, then silent a thousand languages. His white face grew pale with no series. His curly hair that had started to be long, looked messy. The smile that was expanding, instantly disappeared.

“Try, I think. When sick like this, who takes care of it? Is that the woman I love? Where was he when Mas lay helpless like this? I can just send a chat. Look here, look at my eyes!” my orders were to sit in the waiting chair next to the bed.

“If you prefer to be happy with him, please leave. Now that I'm here, help you to be able to deal with the pain. Please just appreciate me. After Mas healed, it's up to Mas what.”

Clear and warm water melts on the cheeks. Am I stupid? Yeah, I'm stupid. Caring, paying attention to the person who has torn the heart and tortured this self. Yeah, I'm a fool. “Stupid woman!” for me in my heart to regret myself why still take care of men who have deliberately paid attention to others.

Inching aside, I used the time to wait for the transfer to the treatment room to read the Qur’an. Tears clouded my view. In a sob, I continue reading until the water dries.

A fool is one who knows the truth but breaks it. The ignorant man is, those who know the religion but abuse it for the sake of self-lust. Am I stupid?

To me, I have done my duty to God, to my husband and parents, and to my children. Let those who are unjust receive a rebuke from Allah. I've done my job enough.

“I look at the kids first, later back here again, yes, Mas,” pamitku after being in the treatment room.

“Hem,” answers reluctantly.

Unable to hear his voice, I chose silence. It is better to go home for a while and prepare the children. Especially tomorrow at school. In Semarang without a family, you must be able to handle everything yourself. The body is not healthy, the husband is sick, and three children are still to be considered.

*****

“This is sand in the bile part of the Father. Full up. Also seen three crystals with a diameter of two centimeters. This causes nausea and unpleasant eating. It seems to have infected the liver. So this pain and fever due to infection,” explained Dr. Roy.

The round-faced doctor showed the results of the USG that had been done this morning. The man of childbearing stature recorded a few things on the computer that the nurse brought. He typed while thinking and muttering to himself. Maybe remember what to do.

Doctor Roy's white hair looks to be thinning. I estimate his age to be sixty. His face was full of smiles, calming the hearts of patients and families.

Mas Hadi rolled helplessly on the bed. His face was pacified, his fever was not stable. Not eating food provided by the hospital.

“This sand all its contents. No more space other than stone and sand.”

Just like when looking at the results sheet USG Doctor Melisa, this time I do not know what is seen and meant by Doctor Roy. There is only glossy paper showing black and white. Where's sand? Where's stone? I can't tell the difference.

“Low isn't it, Doc?” ask Mas Hadi suddenly. His voice vibrates.

“Yo wes ga reasonable again, Sir!” gelak Doctor Roy. “Wong content reasonable sand. The sand should not be here. But in the building shop, sir!” the guy's joke.

I laughed at Doctor Roy's joke. It could be that he made a joke when the patient was grimacing in pain. Maybe that's how the patient doesn't get tense.

“What causes it, Doc?” aska I want to know.

All this time Mas Hadi complained of catching a cold, but I don't know what the wind was because of. Once a week ask for dikerokin. Although angry and berating, the man who still recognizes himself as the husband and father of my children asked to be noticed. Is this stupidity?

“One of them is due to the lack of supply of fluids that enter the body, so that fat and cholesterol form crystals, Bu.” The man began to seriously speak.

“It's hard to drink water, Doc,” I complained.

I rarely drink water. Drinks that are often consumed are tea and other supplemental drinks. Drink water only after eating, often even cold tea. Very rarely, or even can be counted fingers drinking water in a day.

“Not necessarily water, yes Doc?” manya curious.

“It is good water, Mom. But if the Father object how else?”

I don't know why there are people who are difficult to be told to drink water. Is it hard to drink water, anyway? Just sip. After all, for your own health. Why is it more important to desire or will of the heart, than to meet the needs that are the right of the body to get fluids? It's not wrong to call it stupid.

“So the solution how, Doc?”

“Fast solution, yes operation. But if you want to suffer more, yes, it's okay.’” Doctor Roy laughed again.

“Ikut suggestion, Doctor only,” whispered Mas Hadi resigned.

“This serious, Sir?” ask Dr. Roy.

“Iya, Doc. Which is fine, so as to get well soon,” I am sure.

“Then later we pre-op, night fasting, tomorrow morning done action.”

Tonight, Mas Hadi slept well. Unlike the previous day who had to endure the pain and soreness in his stomach. Probably pain relief effect.

I had to take the kids so that I wouldn't have to go to school tomorrow morning. They slept well after I picked them up.

The next morning I take the kids to school. There, I met Sherly who was also dropping off her youngest child.

“Cint, there is Nofi in the cooperative. I wait at the gate, yes.”

Half-run me to the co-operative Sherly meant. I don't know what I think. The heart's degub is racing faster. Desir rage decorate kalbu. If I want, I can tear it apart or I can kick the woman who is acting pretentious and graceful.

With a nearly broken breath I entered the co-operative room. I saw a woman in tiger-patterned clothes and a black veil. His voice softly mentioned the desired item to the cooperative officer.

Take a step forward, I teach him to stand up. Saying hello with a smile, I pat her on the shoulder. “Hai, Assalamu’alaikum, Nof. How are you?”

His face that was friendly to the cooperative officers suddenly changed. “You what are you? Just make a fuss!”

“Lho I say greetings as a friend, why answer that? Answer dong first!”

“What do you want, Cin?”

“Lho, why sewot? I just say hello and say hello.”

“Already! Don't you have to deal with me anymore. Take care of your sick husband.”

“Oh, so you know Mas Hadi is sick? Thank God, if you want to look, to room number twenty, yes. The front hospital of that school."

“Oh, yes? Said you guys were getting a divorce, huh?”

“Who said? Said Mas? Well, this is Mas still in the Hospital. Why indeed? Do you like it when we get divorced?”

“Lho, speaking of your husband, really. I wasn't. Tell your husband not to chase me again. Solve your problems, do not connect with me.”

“So, this photo what is Nof? This is what you said my husband was after you?” I showed all his photos in front of the visitors and the cooperative officers.

The woman's face was red.

Wrong myself, I'm doing well and even gas.