
"Where are you going, Bang? I was sleepy, unable to sleep," I whined later.
I was upset, I was sleepy from now on but I had a hard time sleeping. I got out of bed, got out of my room and called my dad. But dad was busy, he was having a guest who said his guest was a law enforcement trust big family.
"Take some clothes at my mom's house while smoking." Kaf still did not wear clothes after his hair was wet, he was wearing jeans that was also.
"Temenin I slept first, Bang. I'm busy." My tears melted, because of the tiredness of the body and difficulty closed.
"Where is nemenin sleeping? This serious? So, from there wasn't a brake?" Kaf was brushing her hair.
Her hair is black.
"Yes my brother fell on the side." I feel unsettled, no one accompanies my sleep like this.
When lost, fortunately there is Rai who accompanies. But, never mind Rai. Any memories with Rai are forgotten, when I had a lot of busyness yesterday. The present is married, even remembered with other men.
"Also, even though the mouth of Asem already wants to smoke." He walked up to the bed and laid his body beside me.
"Don't you like an impromptu operation if it's a chore? What am I, if you're on duty? Who's sleeping together?" I've imagined the hassles.
"Yes several times impromptu, if there is an emergency. Want to pray with the patient's family? If you want, yes Brother take." He lay sideways, with his hands resting on my stomach.
Looking for a comfortable position, I decided to face him. "What kind of a case if it's impromptu? I'm afraid I'm gonna go cry with the patient's family." I hugged the bolster as a bulkhead.
Kaf chuckles small. "Accidents usually, continue to suppose the appendix ruptures, ever come patients the condition is severe and previously there has been no examination. If the operation was, it wasn't me alone. There are other specialists, who take part in the operation as well. For any anesthetic problem, there is a doctor in particular, Dek. So we hold each role, the patient was once surrounded by twenty doctors and nurses. The most time-consuming organ transplant operation, ever pulled for a heart transplant operation. By Allah, it was twenty hours. Once I had failed surgery, a simple operation whereas, I immediately needed a psychiatrist. Can't sleep, feels guilty. Until taking psychotropic drugs prescribed by a three-week psychiatrist, it can only stabilize again. Until less blood, until nosebleeds, healthy people feel sick. So think, how do mental doctors keep IGD."
I am comfortable hearing his mouth tell stories.
"How many times has the patient's surgery failed, Bang?" My eyes feel heavy and comfortable.
"One time, it was an old grandmother's surgery that was so stooped. His family said, his stomach was always tied every time he complained of stomach pain. Don't know, his intestines have a problem. It's hard to explain with a medical understanding, you're gonna ngong." His hand pulled the veil from my chin.
"Died right on the operating table?" I admired her voice that was like a stream of soothing water.
"No, it will be damaged by our hospital accreditation. If for example there is a patient who died on the operating table, there is usually a party who traced further. This is really the condition of a weak patient, or experiencing severe stress because it is not ready to be operated on, or indeed the medical personnel. You know, there was a case, I can't name the hospital, but it obviously happened overseas. So that was the case with the same doctor's lunch, so the patient who was seventy-two years old died on the operating table. We can't mess with the medical profession, the responsibility of the afterlife. In the world if it fails to be examined, in the hereafter it is also asked."
Why else, sir this doctor rubbed my eyebrows, it's very comfortable.
"The patient who died, who made you need that psychiatrist, where did he die?" My eyes were closed, but my ears could still hear.
"Died fitting transferred to ICU room. I know, so mentally I dropped myself. So rethink if nanganin patient sepuh tuh, in addition to the risk is great, the trauma of fear of failure. The hospital was there, almost never a case of death in the operating room. Anyway good, even though it is said to be an elite hospital. Actually not because of the elite, but who work there all professionals. The doctor is also not his own family, cake plan in this hospital. Doctors who work there are doctors from Switzerland, some from the USA. Plus the drugs are special, so it can not be covered insurance if the medicine nebus there. The pearl, there are up to seven million. Suppose the side effects of the drug, yes it may be the same. But don't get sick, Deck. Not good for sick people, a lot of money comes out just to be healthy. So take care of our health, keep what goes into our mouths. Do not want chicken noodles meatballs continue. Know what?"
I felt a gentle swab in the upper nose area. I nodded faintly in response, then I was like being moved into a pile of clouds that were very soft, tender and comfortable. I went back, heard this surgeon's mouthwash.
My morning was met with amusement in the area of my nose, I was unceasingly sneezing due to an unfamiliar fragrance in my nose. Is this my husband's perfume? But has he awakened this bad?
I sat down and rubbed my nose, looking for the whereabouts of the wall clock that was no longer in place. Fortunately not hidden, the wall clock was exactly as straight as my bed.
Four o'clock fifteen in the morning.
This means it doesn't smell like my husband's perfume, because he's still slumbering without a t-shirt. His black skin was contrasting in these white sheets and blankets, his breathing regular with a shady face.
It doesn't look hard and tough. I hope his true nature has nothing to scare me about my own husband.
Geez, I just realized that the location of the things in my room had all changed. In fact, I felt like I was missing my bag and shoe storage rack. Where is the disappearance? Did this doctor sell it to add to the family hospital facilities?
Oh, ja. The perfume stings once. There was an automatic room fragrance glued under the air conditioner that was under the big window of my room. To be exact, under my clock.
I feel like my room is lacking in stuff, or indeed there is a lot that must be eliminated from the view of this doctor. Well, I just remembered if Mama Aca had said that her stepson was a perfect person and did not like the furniture lined up in her room because it disturbed her view to get a sense of comfort in order to sleep.
So, he worked so hard last night changing my room? I just found out something new that's really real from its true nature. There must be something new, which was a surprise in every first day of my life as his wife.
Spirit, I must be able to adjust. This cloud that my parents chose, it doesn't feel bad for me to color every day.
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