The Body of My Son
"HOSPITAL"
WHERE'S MY SON'S BODY ?
The Part 13
'Mother, what should I do now?' batin pak Slamet was confused while looking sadly at mbok Darmi who was still unconscious.
Suddenly Slamet's waist was poked from behind. The village chief turned his head and looked at Surti who was in confusion.
"Sir Slamet, I ..."
"What's Sur, you just say."
Surti stared at his adoptive mother who was still fast asleep.
"Hm, I'm confused about what kind of class you want to take care of?" ask Surti doubtfully. "While I don't have enough money."
Mr. Slamet thought for a moment, 'if I ask Mbok Darmi to be treated in a good room or VIP, surely there will be many residents who feel jealous and wonder about this. They can be suspicious of us. But if Mbok Darmi is treated in the ward, what will not be angry?
Well then, it's better to be treated in first grade only. Although not a pavilion room, at least the patient does not need to be tiled, inner Slamet. Finally the man looked towards Surti.
"Based in 1st grade only. I saw your mother's wounds were severe and very unpleasant. If treated in an ordinary ward, she's afraid to make her roommate uncomfortable and protest."
Surti looked at Slamet in confusion. "But I don't have any money, sir!"
"Just calm. Let me pay."
Surti nodded and saw the ER guard doctor back to convey the decision of the hospital room Mbok Darmi.
*
"So what happened to my villagers, Doc?" ask Slamet while sitting opposite a skin and genital specialist. Surti, who was sitting next to Slamet, seemed to be squeezing his hands, anxious.
"Patients have severe psoriasis. The point of psoriasis is the condition when skin cells accumulate and produce scaly patches that are itchy and dry.
Psoriasis is thought to be a problem of the immune system. The triggers include stress and colds."
Slamet looked at the doctor's face before him with a look of disbelief.
"But why does the disease appear so quickly in one night?" tanya Slamet did not understand.
The doctor in front of him breathed. "It's also a mystery. Should the skin disease begins with mild symptoms and then gets worse from day to day. Not like the incident experienced by patients who suddenly experienced severe skin pain overnight as his family said."
Slamet and Surti fell silent.
"Patients still need to be treated and observed. If the patient is conscious, I will ask questions about the food eaten or what was done before the patient became ill. So for a while the patient just needs to rest, get oxygen and infusion until conscious, then the wound is cleaned regularly and applied ointment," said the doctor again.
The doctor almost stood up from his seat when Slamet spoke again, "wait Doc, is it impossible if the condition experienced by my mother because ... santet?!"
The doctor sighed and fixed the location of his glasses. "Sir, I'm a medical man, a health worker. I always think about whatever the condition that befalls the patient logically. So my advice, father and mbaknya patient first. No need to guess. We will see the development of the patient" said the doctor again.
Slamet and Surti were silent. "Well, if no one has been asked about the condition of the patient, I will visit other patients. Excuse me," said the doctor and walked out of the consultation room. Slamet and Surti followed behind. They walked in the still-deserted corridor of the hospital leading to Darmi's mbok room.
Suddenly Slamet clasped Surti's hand. The girl was surprised, but did not try to brush her off.
"Surti, do you want to be my second wife? I want to have a child, Sur. My wife is barren" said Slamet with a sweet smile.
Surti looked to the right and left timidly.
"Don't talk about it here, sir. I fear that some villagers will see. I do not want to be beaten and judged by the masses. Besides I am not a actor," said Surti lirih.
"Ck, you don't have to be ashamed and afraid. Our mother agreed. But indeed I need to clean up the mess that arises beyond recent estimates" said Slamet.
"Sir, many other girls. Please not me. I don't want to be in touch with a married man."
"Well, you're a hypocrite. You are also happy if you have a husband like me who is rich and handsome?! Don't pretend not to want to and sell omniscient!"
"But, Mr ...!"
"You were taken up and had the affection of my biological mother that I didn't get, so you should have returned the favor to us by marrying me!" sizzle Slamet.
Surti was about to respond to Slamet's remarks but was undone because his mother's room was in plain sight.
Surti flicked his hand from Slamet's hand as the village chief began to pull the door handle.
Clamps.
The door to Mbok Darmi's inpatient room opened slowly. Mbok Darmi was seen sitting on the patient's bed against the door and facing towards the window of the room which was covered with white curtains.
Surti looked at his adoptive mother sparkling.
"Don't move yet! Something is strange!" sizzle Slamet.
Krekk!!
Suddenly, Darmi turned his head 180 degrees facing Surti and Slamet.
"Aarrgghhhh!" Surti screamed slowly when he saw his mother's eyes only look white.
Her foster mother seemed to grin and cry out in pain. "You're evil! Huhuhoo! You're evil!"
Slamet and Surti were stunned. They were shocked and shocked by what was happening before them.
They had not yet overcome their sudden shock mbok Darmi stood up and walked towards the frightened Slamet and Surti. The body of Mbok Darmi is facing forward, while the head is facing backward.
When Mbok Darmi's steps are blocked by an infusion hose, Mbok Darmi quickly removes the infusion hose that sticks in his hand, making the floor of the room full of scattered blood stains mixed with drip infusion.
"Mom, Mommy! Conscious, Mom!"
A stinging fragrance evaporated from the woman's body as she approached Surti and Slamet.
When Mbok Darmi right standing in front of Surti and Slamet, mbok Darmi back turning his head from behind facing forward. Krekks!
He pointed towards the two people who were frightened before him. "You people! You killed my father, me, and you're gonna kill my mother, huh?!"
Slamet and Surti are surprised to hear that the voice coming out of his mother is that of a boy.
"You-you? Damar?" ask Slamet. There was a speck of fear running through his heart.
"Yes! I am Damar, whom you have noah arbitrarily. You're evil! What's my fault with you!"
Mbok Darmi grinned and looked at Slamet and Surti with his two white eyes. Darmi's two hands stretched out toward Surti's neck and Slamet's.
"You must be punished!"
When Mbok Darmi's hand was about to tick Slamet's neck, the man blocked his mother's wrist.
"Haaah! You must take responsibility for my family!" jerit Damar again. He approaches in Darmi's body towards Slamet and passes the frightened Surti and falls trembling on the floor.
Surti desperately wanted to resuscitate his adoptive mother but he felt his hands and body tremble and could not be moved at the command of the brain.
Finally the girl could only gawk and was shaken when she saw Darmi mbok glaring in front of Slamet's face. Slamet barely breathed when Mbok Darmi breathed a rough breath in front of him.
Slamet's hand blocked the left wrist mbok Darmi increasingly strong hope Damar soon go from his mother's body.
But Darmi's right hand immediately gripped behind Slamet's right wrist and broke it.
Klakkk!
"Aarrgghhhh!" Slamet screamed in pain along with the sound of a broken bone.
"Don't you remember? You broke my bone too before you took me?" mbok Darmi asked in Damar's voice in a pitiful tone.
Meanwhile, Surti who managed to control himself immediately opened the door of Mbok Darmi's inpatient room and ran down to the nurse's room.
"To-please, Mas, Sus! Ib-my mother ..."
Surti could not continue his words because the two nurses in front of him immediately ran towards the room mbok Darmi.
"What's this?" asked one of the male nurses after entering Darmi's room. He was surprised to see the chaos that occurred and mbok Darmi who was gripping the broken arm of Slamet.
Mbok Darmi then turned his head suddenly and smirked towards the nurses who had just arrived. The nuns standing behind the male nurse were trembling to see Darmi's mbok swerving towards them.
Seeing two nurses coming, Darmi let go of Slamet's hand, then grinned at the two nurses.
"Sister, do you want to play with me?" damar asked and quickly crouched down and crept on the floor and climbed onto the wall of the hospital room.
"Hahaha, come play with me! One one, I love you! Two two too dear father! Three three dear sisters ..."
Mbok Darmi then climbs to the ceiling of the room in the hospital room and hangs on the top lights with the head below and the body above like a spiderman.
"One two three, dear all!"
Coinciding with Damar who had just finished singing his song, Mbok Darmi released his hand grip on the ceiling light cable. Darmi's body plunged freely onto the floor of the inpatient room with his head falling first.
Brakk!
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