KELANA
50.

It is likely that Bik Esah will come by noon. Therefore, Mumu is getting ready to go to the patient's house.

Last night the patient called. If it's not wrong around eleven o'clock at night. Momu was asleep at the time.

Suddenly there was a call coming in from a number he was not familiar with. At first Mumu just let it go, sometimes it's wrong, people call wrong. After the first call went unanswered, there came another second call, 'this must be important' Mumu thought.

That's why he answered his phone.

According to his confession the man was named Seno. After confiding for a few minutes about the strange problem he was facing, he finally asked Mumu for help.

It seems a bit pushy actually, but Mumu understood, maybe the man was panicking. Mumu finally agreed to come and check on her tomorrow.

At the same time, in a house located on the street Banglas gg Sempaya, a married couple was in a row until a cooking strike, hunger strike and strike.

This is not because the husband is caught with his own secretary in a fancy ho*el, because in reality the husband is not the boss of a large company, but the boss of a big company, he was just a honorary power in one of the offices in the city of Selatpanjang.

Not also because the wife mengondol husband of people like pela*or who are booming everywhere.

Their problems stem from the neighbors' talk. She has been married for three years but has not had a child.

It has become a habit in the community, if you have finished college but have not worked then you are asked when you meet, 'When to start work?'

If you are working but do not have a partner, then the question is changed to, 'When to get married.bla...'

If you are married but do not have children, the question is changed, 'When do you have children? Si anu already has a child so..bla..

That's what happened to Seno's family and his wife Marini.

It has been three years the age of their marriage, until now has not been blessed with a child.

At first it was usual to hear this, his name was also not sustenance. But every day so many years hear the babble of neighbors, long their ears husband and wife hot too.

Like this time in the tv room, Marini pouted in silence.

"That's it, brother. I know this is my fault. I'll try to check on ya." Persuade Seno by installing a weld look.

Apparently not effective. Marini flinching.

"That vibe* ain't a wise choice, bro. It was just a* trap. But if there really is a sister, there is a better person than Brother, what can be done. Inevitably, you'll back off regularly, brother."

Marini. Hearing her husband's words, her heart was also filled.

"The gate said it would check just to calm Adik alone, in fact Abang never wanted to be invited to Pekanbaru." Complain Marini.

Indeed Seno has never checked male fertility in Pekanbaru because in Selatpanjang there is no doctor who handles it.

Seno is not unwilling, but he is afraid that the test results will actually state that something is wrong in him. He couldn't accept that fact.

After all, from ancient times the blame must be the woman if it has not had offspring instead of men. Seno is not mentally ready.

Seno secretly seeks other alternatives, such as going to a masseuse, buying over-the-counter medicines on int*rnet. The problem has not shown results yet.

"If you are serious about maintaining your marriage, let Brother accompany you to Pekanbaru tomorrow. But if you don't want to either, yes what can be done.

Brother did not feel how hurt his sister every time he met the neighbors, heard their ridicule, insinuation and condescending padangan from them. Brother can't stand it, Bang. If it continues this way, for a long time Brother can gil*." Marini cried as she entered the room leaving Seno alone who was still upset to make a decision between going to Pekanbaru or letting his wife's feelings be torn apart by the actions of the neighbor's mouth.

In the midst of his turmoil his phone suddenly sounded. This is the number he called last night. Seno rushed to answer the phone with her hands trembling slightly.

"Yes, Hello!"

"I'm Mumu, Bang. Already in Gg. Sempaya. Can you come out for a minute! I doubt which house is one. The house here is almost similar."

"Ready.ready...wait a minute!" Seno rushed out of the house without having time to put on a shirt. He's just wearing shorts.

Not far from his home was a young man wearing a helmet sitting on a matic motorcycle.

'Is this the guy? Kok is young.' his his sizzle. There is no way that healers who are said to have high abilities in medicine as young as this. What does the world say?

Seno looked around, but there was no one else but the young man.

Finally he tried calling to make sure, Mumu!" His shouting.

The young man looked. Smile and turn the motor. A moment later he arrived before Seno.

"With Bang Seno?" Ask Mumu.

"So you're Mumu?" Seno did not answer Mumu's greeting. He tried to judge Mumu from head to toe. Less trust him. "So you're the healer?"

Mumu just smiled at Seno's behavior. "Didn't you let me in first?"

"Eh..iya..ayo enter..ayo enter..."

Without further ado, Mumu went straight to the core of the problem after she sat down on a simple chair made of wood. Seems like a homemade chair.

"So what's your real problem? I see you're in good health as it seems."

Seno told me the problem again. But this time it was more detailed, with nothing he covered up.

"Let me check first. Give me your hand." Mumu said after listening to Seno's matter carefully.

This is a new case for Mumu so he has no experience how to overcome it.

Although he can check Seno's body without having to touch it, but Mumu prefers to check through the veins, so the diagnosis will not be wrong.

As expected, there were no problems in terms of the fertility of this man in front of him. The quality of Sp*rmanya is good. Blood flow to tes*is no problem. But wait, like there's a problem in the tailbone.

"Have you ever fallen from a height in recent years?"

Seno frowned, thinking.

"It seems like nothing. Workmen just sit in chairs. Where there's a fall from..."

Seno stopped her speech. His memory goes back three or four years.

At that time he was not married. He and his friends once climbed a mango tree belonging to Pak Haji Duski, his stingy neighbor.

Seno remembers Friday night. Pak Haji's house is empty. Because every Friday night usually Pak Haji fills the study at a Musholla.

Seno and three of his friends crept near the courtyard of Pak Haji's house and climbed the mango tree.