Pledge of Love Rumi
an endeavour

At 11:30, in one of the obgyn's rooms...

"How many years has she been married?" Ask the doctor.

"It's been fourteen months of marriage, doc." Answer Debby.

"One year more yes. Sorry before, how many times a week have sex?"

"Emmm there are twice sometimes more" replied Rumi.

Doctor mangosteen, then proceed to other questions. Until all was finished the doctor fell silent, rereading the results of his anamnesis.

"Well, I can't conclude. So, for more detailed results, Mbak equally Mas can run a follow-up examination. HSG or hysterosalpingography. That includes a type of radiological examination that aims to evaluate the condition of the uterus and the tubes of the ovary canal. Hows it? Are mbak and mas pleased?"

The two looked at each other, where Rumi immediately smiled while nodding.

"Yes doc it's okay," replied Debby later.

"Yes already then, please go to the radiology room first for the examination yes."

"Yes doc." Both of them moved from the chair, to the room that had been appointed by the obstetrician, earlier.

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A few minutes later, after Dzuhur. Because the examination activities are delayed for a moment, to perform prayer.

There, Debby appears tense after the doctor suggests to do a follow-up examination.

"So, what if the results are not good?" Ask Debby.

"Don't be afraid, and don't think no. We just pray that's okay." Rumi rubbed Debby's shoulder, to calm down. The woman took a deep breath and threw it away slowly.

Until the examination period goes on. Where the procedure of HSG test implementation is done by inserting contrast fluid into the uterine cavity and fallopian tube.

Next will be done shooting with x-ray aimed at assessing whether the uterine cavity and fallopian tubes filled with contrast fluid or not.

Normal results occur when contrast spills are found through the fallopian tube into the abdominal cavity.

A one hour later... They've been sitting in the gynecologist's office chair. Where the doctor read the results.

"alright... Because I have an obligation to convey something, related to the patient's condition. Then I will explain the results of the examination yes." The doctor said, while looking at both, more precisely to Debby. "So, after checking apparently there is a little problem on the mother."

"Sa...me?" Debby stammered as she asked, while Rumi immediately clasped Debby's hand.

"Yes... So Madam Deborah has a blockage in the Fallopian tube," said the doctor. Where Debby and Rumi are seriously listening, waiting for an explanation from the doctor. "Tubal tubes are two small channels, there is one on each side of the uterus, which helps transport mature eggs (ovums) from the ovaries (egg shields) into the uterus. Well, if there is a blockage of this fallopian tube, then fertilization will never even occur. This is called tubal factor infertility, which is the cause of infertility in 40% of infertile women."

"Be... Didn't she? But... But I didn't? Nope?" Debby's already glazed.

"Dec, be patient. Listen to the doctor's explanation. Don't conclude for yourself." Rumi tried to strengthen.

The doctor smiled. "True to her husband... Ma'am has to be calm, because the clogged one is only one. So you still have a chance to have kids."

Hearing that, Debby immediately wiped her tears that had fallen in one of her eyes. Like a breath of fresh wind, he felt a little relieved.

"Really doctor? Really right?"

"Yes, there is still hope to have a baby. by running a pregnancy therapy program. It may be a bit long to get the results, and you need to be extra patient. Any more? each time the therapy may produce uncomfortable effects on the body, such as nausea and dizziness."

"No papa doc, I'll do."

"Well, we'll arrange the next meeting. To begin the therapy." Said the doctor, who then reached for his notebook to record the prescription. Meanwhile, Rumi turned to the wife who seemed excited, he rubbed the hand of Debby who was in his grasp.

***

A few months have passed, during which time Debby also run her therapy regularly.

He even followed the advice of his friends to try other alternatives.

As it is today, in the seventh month after that during the pregnancy program. Debby had no power, her body felt weak and did not taste to do anything.

"Sir, drink this warm water." Rumi sat on the lip of the bed rubbing Debby's sweaty forehead.

"No way..." Whimpering.

"Why? Let's get his stomach over." Persuade Rumi.

"No need, it's free to throw up again."

"Yes, you've been drinking the nausea reliever."

"Hiks..." Debby was crying. Make Rumi then wipe her tears.

"Why baby?"

"I don't want therapy anymore. Nope– It doesn't taste good. Which makes me upset, because until now there has been no result."

"What patience again... I'm the one who fussed, brother. Not good." His wife was in Rumi's arms.

"I have to what, Deck? I can't watch you like this either. Or do we stop the treatment?"

"But I want to have a child, hiks–" Debby sobbed.

"It's like this, tomorrow I try to find another alternative. You're the spirit of dong."

"Yes I'm excited. But how else? it doesn't feel good."

"Yes patient Dek, I can only say that. I'm trying to eat the vegetables you want."

"Have you eaten the vegetables?"

Rumi nodded, but she herself was most unhappy with the smell of the taugenya, even though it felt nauseous when entering the mouth. Rumi kept trying to swallow it. Because he did not want only Debby who tried to give him a baby, he also had to fight.

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A few weeks later, Debby and Rumi went to one of the alternative clinics to continue their efforts, both of them getting some herbal concoction.

after arriving at the house Rumi immediately boiled it, which consisted of dried spices. After boiling and cooling him Rumi then took him to the room to approach the wife.

Inside that room, Rumi had just poured some medicinal water. Debby is grunting.

"Have, O God..." Debby said as she closed her nose, due to the pungent smell of herbal medicine.

"The name is also jamu, baby. I tried to give honey. Try it first."

Debby brought her mouth closer to the glass that was pointed at her. Just one seruput, he was about to vomit.

"I swear not good, brother."

Rumi also sighed. "I'm sorry, yeah,"

"Sorry for what?"

"Have made you like this, for the sake of being able to give me a child."

"You know what else, not the fault of Rumi. Because it's my duty as a woman, to give birth to a husband." Debby answered gloomily.

The two were silent for a moment, where Rumi immediately raised the glass containing traditional herbal medicine in her hand, then downed it. Debby's eyes rounded at the sight. It looks like Rumi is trying to spend it.

"Sister Rumi, is that it?"

Rumi smiled after the jamu was finished he drank. It was clear, though, that he was vomiting. "I'm drinking this for you, so I can feel it too. How hard it is to be you."

"MashaAllah, Rumi's brother."

"So how, I've had one glass. You want to try drinking again?"

Debby, who had been dripping her clear circle, smiled, then nodded.

"However, I drink honey first, it's bitter, it's rich in life." Ledek Rumi made Debby laugh. After drinking two tablespoons of honey to neutralize, Rumi poured half a glass of the same herbal medicine as before.

"It's richer more concentrated?"

"No, same as Deck. Yuk bismillah first." Tell Rumi, who was immediately asserted by Debby, read the bismillah and drank half a glass of his meal until it ran out.

Debby's hands tightly closed her slightly bulging mouth, then tried to swallow.

Rumi immediately poured honey on the tablespoon, then fed it to Debby. "Again?"

"Yes... Still bitter."

"More..." Rumi gave it again, "how?"

"Mending anyway. But, on the tongue the same if the fit is burp tuh still really feel."

Rumi smiled, he gave a kiss on the forehead to his wife. "Patience... For the sake of having Dede baby."

"Yes... For the sake of Dede baby." Debby hugged Rumi's waist tightly. "Thank you, I'm going to have a drink."

"Sama-sama, tomorrow I also drink again rich you."

"Don't you, Kasian Rumi's sister."

"No papa to Zaujatti. Now get some rest."

"Yes" replied Debby, who laid her body on the bed. Rumi covered her body with a blanket. After that, arrange a tray that contains a glass and a pot of herbal medicine stew earlier, then bring it out.

His smile emanated sincerely on Rumi's lips on his wife before turning off the lights and closing the door of his room. Where Debby feels lucky, when having a husband like Rumi.

Seriate....