Husband Does Not Know Himself
118. Mahes's Narrat
Arriving in polygynous, seen a woman who wears a white coat typical of doctors, already standing at the door.
Moreover, he did, if not to welcome the arrival of the chief director of the hospital. Where the place works for sustenance.
"Good day, sir, miss." said the doctor, bowing, saluting.
"Good day too, doctor." Mala and Mahes replied kindly. Both also smile.
"Doctor, it shouldn't have to be like this. The patient who has been waiting since. It's okay if we have to queue up." said Mahes sage.
He did not want to tarnish the good name of his hospital, just because he behaved dictatorially.
"They understand. Please come in, sir, miss." said the doctor.
He also felt bad about his patients. But he should put his director first too.
Mala and Mahes finally nodded, then entered the gynecologist's room, after previously apologizing to the patient who had been waiting since.
After Mala and Mahes entered, the doctor posted a note, the doctor was taking action. It was enough to make the patient in line, immediately grunt annoyed. Because I feel inferior to the rich.
In the room, after a brief conversation about pregnancy, doctors invited Mala to lie down on a gurney.
Mahes also helped him, so that it could be more comfortable to lay down on a bed that small. While the doctor himself, is preparing his tools. Then apply the gel liquid, in Mala's stomach.
The woman in the white coat placed an instrument on Mala's distended stomach, then moved it in various directions.
"Maaa al-Allah, how good is the development of the baby. It is actively moving. His weight is also normal, according to his age which has reached thirty-two weeks. But sadly..."
"What's so bad, doc?" cut Mahes quickly. He was afraid of anything happening with the baby who was very much waiting for his presence.
"Unfortunately, every time you do an ultrasound, it doesn't appear to be the gender. Because his thighs were unwilling to open." explained the doctor later, who made Mala and Mahes breathe a sigh of relief.
"We thought something dangerous happened, doc." said Mahes, smiling.
"I'm sorry, sir. Not kidding." the doctor lowered his head, apologizing.
"It doesn't matter what gender, doc. The important thing is to be born safely, not lacking anything. Because after the baby is born, we can also try again to print children of other sex." Mahes replied lightly.
The doctor seemed to nod his head. Agree with the director's words. Instead of speaking, it is increasingly unclear.
After completing the ultrasound, they returned to their seats. The doctor advises both of them to deal with unwanted things. Both can always take good care of their babies.
Not only that, doctors also give some other advice that is very useful for pregnant women and their babies. Among them are often walking, light exercise, and often have intercourse in the final trimester. To make the road easier when born later.
Mahes turned to Mala, smiling mischievously, his eyebrows rising and falling.
Mala who saw it could only throw a rough breath, then tried to smile to eliminate her amused look at her husband's behavior.
"What styles can we do, doc? To keep our baby safe." chirped Mahes. Which makes Mala and the doctor compact looking at a handsome man but a little brain drain. Because of the love virus that wipes it every day.
Mala's hand, which was down, quickly pinched her husband's thigh. Because his mouth is so uncontrollable.
The man immediately groaned in pain, rubbing his sore thigh. Like in a wasp bite.
The doctor who was in front of them, instantly lowered his gaze. Ashamed to see the behavior of his young director. Suddenly the science of the medical world was lost.
"All styles, can be done sir. Just slow down." he replied in a raucous voice.
Mahes did not look at the doctor. But instead look towards his wife, while smiling mischievously.
"The vitamins that were given last month are over, doc. Will I be given another vitamin?" mala asked to break the awkwardness, and preferred to look at the doctor.
"Eh, yes, miss. For a moment, I wrote down the prescription." replied the doctor in a raucous voice. Because it is still thinking about the behavior of its main director.
The woman wrote down a recipe and gave it to Mala.
"Thank you, doc. Then we'll excuse us." Mala said, extending a hand, about to shake hands with the doctor.
"Together, miss."
"I'm sorry, doc. Thank you for all the explanations, which are very soothing and a relief to my heart" Mahes said, smiling triumphantly.
The three men got up from their seats. The doctor led them both to the doorway. Mala and Mahes broke down a smile, at all the patients who had been patiently waiting for him.
