Devotion (A Devotion)
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After Mas Hadi walked into the operating room, I sat in the waiting room for the family. I put Sherly's kids at home. Thank God they are not fussy. Even happy there is no mother, because it can freely do experiments at home. Coming home from the hospital, I have to keep a cool head if I find things at home not where they should be.

“You relax, Cint! Don't think of the kids first,” said the beautiful woman calmed down as I bid farewell to the Hospital again. “Patience, yes, Sheyeng! Spirit!” added encouraging.

Sherly's ever-increasing presence and support made me smile. When others suggested that I should divorce Mas Hadi and leave him, Sherly gave me an injection of energy to stay upright even though Nofi wanted to destroy my family.

“If your husband really wants a divorce, he has been doing it for a long time and left you. Hadi still comes home, still gives you a living, you can still worship well and not be banned. Not necessarily when divorced, you will calmly worship as now,” advice my beautiful friend.

“Do not think of the words of those who do not deserve to judge the believers. Nofi that's not believing. Do not lose your mind to the unbeliever.”

Ah Sherly, she can always pump this inner feeling.

“When you dozolimi, use that best time to pray for your husband, children, and the good of your family. Do’akan for good for him who is evil to you. Showing you more noble and honorable than the devil who wants to damage your household,” his furious face looks angry considering Nofi's behavior.

“He's a mental illness, stress! Family destroyed. He was afraid of not marrying a man. I don't know how many families have been made a mess, and he is still proud of his arrogance. Only a sick person does not feel guilty when he wronged his brother.” The tall-nosed woman spoke at length to deliver my departure.

God, is it true what I do? Receiving a husband who is a real traitor doesn't even appreciate me. Nofi's attitude, which is also not aware of what he has done, makes the heart hot cold in anger. What exactly is the purpose of this woman? what does Mas Hadi want?

“Oh, I forgot. He's not your husband. Mas Hadi wanted to marry me, so he divorced you.” The roar on this chest is getting louder and faster the fight between pity and hatred against women who admit themselves pursued by men.

Did the woman with the pitch-black eye-liner not have any heart and feelings? Pity when it is not blessed with feelings. Because the nature of a woman will feel the pain experienced by her people. Nofi blames his own people.

Hate, this taste dominates the heart. How not to hate, he and his children I help so much. However, it turned out that behind all his sweet attitude, the rotten intentions of destroying my household had been neatly arranged.

How not to be called a household destroyer caterpillar. If he does not want to damage the relationship of husband and wife, of course he accepts as the 2nd wife in a good way. Not even demanding that Mas Hadi divorce me. It has been discovered, even spread slander my husband who is chasing.

Subhanallah. Remembering all that hurts, comes gratitude to God. Alhamdulillah, still given the pain, so that I can remind myself not to hurt and wronged others in the future.

The operation is expected to last for an hour. This time it was only done laparoscopically against stones in the gallbladder Mas Hadi. Initially, in addition to stones in the gall will also be done colonoscopy and endoscopy.

Mas Hadi complaints in addition to nausea, also difficult to defecate, and urinate pink. There may be an injury on the inside of the body that should be checked. In addition, his family history of cancer. So it is necessary to take a sample of his body tissue.

However, office insurance cannot meet all actions. This time, only gallstone removal was done, following Doctor Roy's advice prioritizing emergency ones.

The nurse told me that Mas Hadi was done. He is currently in the recovery room because he is unconscious. The woman asked me to wait a few minutes until my husband recovered a hundred percent consciousness and was able to return to the treatment room.

Following the woman in a white-and-white uniform towards the patient handover room. The room was given a red line. Those of us outside the operating room, we can't cross that red line.

Out of the operating room, Mas Hadi was handed over to the guard nurse. The two nurses checked the file records and checked each other. Then the file was placed on Mas Hadi's body.

“Bu, this is the sample we have taken. But we still need PA, later when we go home we submit again,” said the nurse who helped the operation.

I held the cylindrical glass tube shown by the small and thin woman.look white objects like beach sand in very large quantities. Three pieces of stone that have been destroyed legume visible among the white sand.

“This black crystal broke when it was taken, Mom,” said the nurse understood the strange taste I showed through the face.

I was standing next to the bed that had been pushed past the red border. I saw that the body of the man was weak without energy. After I looked carefully, his entire body contained pink patches. Very contrasted with the white.

His eyes that had just opened were staring at me. Our views clashed with each other. Her lips turned blue, probably cold in there. Those eyes closed again without caring about my presence.

“Still sleepy, yes, Sir?” ask the nurse who was driving us.

The man's face smiled faintly, then his eyes closed again.

“It's sober, anyway, Mom. Just can't communicate yet,” explained the nurse. “Nothing, we go directly to the treatment room.”

Tracing the hallway to the treatment room that afternoon after the act, I walked behind the nurse and a security man. The quiet atmosphere is seen in contrast to the hustle and bustle of Pantura Road which is visible from behind the glass.

“While it can't be done yet. Drink it a little with a warm one. Tomorrow morning Doctor Roy visit, I can ask.”

The nurse left us. The woman's body was invisible after she closed the door of the room slowly. The sound of her footsteps was heard away.

Mas Hadi rolled in a state not able to move at all. He fell asleep again.

I use my free time as usual, teaching. I heard the sound of an iron bed being hit by the hand. I see, Mas Hadi is trying to call me.

“Please get me the potty.”

The man could not stand up and walk to the bathroom. The influence of anesthetics and wounds in his body needed time for recovery.

‘Serve your husband well. Defeat the demon that wants you to anger, hate and quarrel with your husband,’ whispered a voice from within me.

Trembling I served my husband's shitting needs with discomfort. I hate this guy, I hate him so much. How am I supposed to serve and serve the people I hate so much? I don't feel like I'm holding her body anymore, disgusted.

While these tears melted in silence, the man made no sound. He saw my cry, but he didn't try to calm himself.

“Someone wants my death,” said Mas Hadi when I showed him the thing that was in his body.

Subhanallah! Is he talking about the mystical again? She still could not understand what was the cause of her illness medically.

“Indeed who wants Mas dead? Know where?”

“People who used to walk with Nofi, want me dead.”

Gosh darn. Saying that name again, wants to get me out of this room. Anyway what does it have to do. The person who once cheated on Nofi is married. Why would I want my husband dead?

This is something I don't like in mysticism. Accusing people without clear evidence. Not necessarily other people who want the death of Mas Hadi. It could be just his own prejudice. His assumption that the man who used to cheat with Nofi hated and wanted him dead, was a slander arising from his own heartache.

Even if someone wants Mas Hadi to be wretched, that person is me.