Heart Stethoscope
Ten

Dr. Galih invited me to meet at the free day car event of Hotel Indonesia Roundabout. I was sitting limp near the road after jogging around the HI roundabout, my breath was hunting, and my legs were squawking to avoid cramping. My exhaustion seems to be a consolation for Dr. Galih. He sat next to me, chuckling. Do not forget his two legs that join berselonjor.

"Wrights are never sports" he said.

I shook my head while sipping water in a bottle. Then refute his opinion. "I used to jog every Sunday afternoon"

"Exercise is necessary, at least once a week to maintain body fitness and not easily tired."

Started his health lecture? It seems like if every day I meet him, every day I will get a free seminar on health like that.

"If my gini weekend used to sleep until late afternoon, the abis was up for jogging."

"Don't sleep a lot, it's not good for the body" she replied.

A wide grin was enough to be my response to his comment. It seems like the bases are enough, my breathing has started to blow normally again. This time I'm going to talk seriously about Dad's illness.

"Doc?" call me to turn to doctor Galih.

"Yes?" He replied while looking at a glance before gulping down some water in the bottle.

"I was like dejavu when I got word that my dad had a rectal tumor. I remember the Doctor's explanation when I interviewed."

Hearing my words, doctor Galih turned his head and looked at me seriously. I must admit, restless and afraid I still can't get rid of it.

Galih's doctor seemed to take a breath before explaining again about the disease categorized as cancer. Yeah, I've been surfing the internet the last few days, looking for research on Dad's disease.

"The initial symptom of this tumor is bleeding during bowel movements. Then changes in stool consistency, the presence of blood in the stool, and the stomach that feels uncomfortable."

His explanation makes me cringe. I swear, I don't understand medical terms like that.

"I don't understand, Doc."

Doctor Galih laughed at my confusion. "So the symptoms are a kind of constipation, and at the time of defecation there is blood coming out. That's simple."

Symptoms that I have been feeling for the past few weeks. And Dad took it for granted because he thought it was just plain constipation.

"How is the treatment?"

"The treatment depends on the size and type of tumor. General treatment in the form of surgical removal, chemotherapy, and radiation therapy. chemotherapy is usually done before surgery with the aim to shrink the tumor, or relieve symptoms felt by the patient. Chemotherapy can also be given post-surgery to prevent the tumor from reappearing. Chemotherapy can be done with radiation therapy."

I don't really understand the explanation, but in my shadow, chemotherapy is creepy. And from the article I read chemotherapy is painful, and the effects are numerous.

"But it's healing, right, Doc?" many fear.

Doctor Galih smiled at me. "Nothing is impossible. Whether or not healing is God's business, it's important we don't stop trying, Na. Motivation from within your father and from the people around him is important and becomes an encouragement so that your Father can be healed. And we as doctors will do our best to improve the patient's recovery" he said motivating.

"But I'm scared, Doc," my great-grandson lowered his head.

"Fear is natural. But that fear will only make you pessimistic."

I'm stunned. The longer, the more I admired his personality. Although a cocky feeling often arises every time you remember his painful words when scolding koas. Maybe if I were to become that koas, I wouldn't be able to see him again.

"So, how should I go?" ask after a long time of thinking.

"If indeed your father wants, you can take him to Jakarta and do an examination by several doctors. Among them are Oncologists, Gastroenterologists, and Surgeons. But because your father had previously done treatment there, there needs to be a referral letter and others before going to Jakarta."

I'm nodding. "Then I said it to Mom first" I broke up.

"Yes, I'm waiting for the next news. Want to take a walk around here?"

"Can."

I walked slowly, trying to keep my distance. But he still equated his footsteps with mine. I have walked like a snail. Usually the man is often upset when the step of a catgirl. But he even kept up with my steps.

"I just realized one thing about you."

That statement made me look up. The difference in my height with her was quite significant. He's so tall, like an electric pole. While I'm like a little grass growing under an electric pole.

"What, Doc?" manya curious.

"It turns out you are very short if you stand next to me gini. It's just my chest."

Holy hooch! I thought what would he say? It turned out that he had just realized, but we were jogging together.

I'm trying to hold back the curse. It's not good to swear at older people. "Not short, Doc. Just less high. The doctor was the height, too," I said haughtily.

"My height is relative, 183cm."

Shucks!

"It's a little bit, Doc. It was only 27cm," I grinned and it turned out to invite a crisp laugh from him.

"It's far away, Na. Means your height is only 156cm."

"Doctors don't need to mishap my height. Although I'm a minion, but I'm agile, Doc. In the past, if there was a practice of running in school, I was always at the forefront of others," said I pride myself.

"Oh, obviously, Doc. That's my best achievement in sports."

I don't like sports lessons because my grades in every field of sports are always ugly, except for running and floor gymnastics.

"I'm happy to be the same optimistic person in his life."

Is that a compliment?

He managed to restore a little of my lost imagination about the doctor. He's easy going. Makes me not awkward when chatting with him.

"I have a fictional character, Doc. He's an almost perfect doctor." Suddenly I wanted to tell you about the figure of Doctor Nando in my imagination.

I tried to look at him, and he turned to me. "What fiction do you mean? You have supernatural powers?"

I laugh. "That's not what it means, I love writing. I used to write short stories constantly sent to the editor of a magazine or newspaper."

"Fuck money?"

"Dapette. Especially if there is a race. The prize is good enough to add my monthly money."

"Yes, can you pay for the boarding?"

Well, sir this one doctor why always match his guess from yesterday?

"Yes, Doc. The name of my character is doctor Nando, I describe him as a doctor who is handsome, kind, understanding, and friendly to patients. There was no angry show like the Doctor did at that time."

It was unexpected that he laughed out loud, as if my words contained comedic elements. "You are too perfect to describe the doctor. Doctors are human too, Na. Have eyes with hearts."

"That's rocker, Doc. Not a doctor" I said.

This time he just chuckled. "Yes the same. Both eat rice. If the grass is goat."

It was my turn to laugh.

My humor is just that, brethren.

"I'm not a doctor like the fictional character you created. My shortcomings are many, the beginning of being a doctor, if there are patients who die it is sometimes a blow in itself. But, yes, that is the consequence of being a doctor. I just always convinced myself that age was predetermined by God. I as a doctor can only give my best to patients."

I think almost all doctors feel that way. Sometimes failure causes us to be distracted from doing better, doesn't it?

"I like the doctor profession. I think the doctor has a charisma that will never fade until he is old" I said my view of the doctor.

"If I am charismatic?"

Huh huh? An unexpected question.

"Maybe" I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

But my heart actually overreacted a little when Dr. Galih asked. Everything seems to go wrong, want to answer yes, but embarrassed. I want to answer no, but he is charismatic.

"Coconce possible? Maybe that's an uncertain answer, Na. Something that's for sure it's a lot more fun."

Easy, Na. Relax, Na. Don't be groggy, Na. The same face-to-face Om-Om must be baper?

That suggestion I kept saying in my heart. My heart was beating faster than usual. Is this the effect of fatigue after jogging?

"Yes, I admit the doctor was charismatic but if it's calm again. If again angry kayak at that time boro-boro charisma, which there are nyekik."

Again I was amazed by his natural and unimpressed laughter.

"Kok, the doctor laughed anyway?"

Doctor Galih cleared his throat slowly after easing his laughter. "Yes, why am I laughing, Na?"

"Don't ask me?"

This is doctor ngeselin. But thanks to him I slightly forgot my complaints about Dad's condition.

"Maybe I'm not focused anymore" he said, which managed to make me frown.

"Why not focus, Doc?"

"Hungry. We're going that way yuk. There's a lot of sales there." Galih's doctor pointed to the right of the roundabout HI.

"Say, don't snack?"

"Once in a while don't papa origin don't overdone. Let's go there!" bring him.

"Come on."

My perception of him slightly missed after these two days there was quite a frequent chat between us. Relaxed chatter, although it seemed stiff because I had to maintain a good attitude during the conversation it happened.

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