The Doctor's Second Wife
Akira

This morning I rushed, after following the Apples routine at the office, I gave permission to the boss to deliver a neighbor to the Regional General Hospital, because Miss Darmi the neighbor I meant earlier this week complained of pain in the reed section, often nausea and vomiting, I actually had contacted Ms. Darmi's child but , reasoned to be busy with work he could not take his mother to check further health, so inevitably I who drove him, he said, actually I also have a lot of work but do not have the heart to see the situation of Miss Darmi who is getting weaker even though only a neighbor but Miss Darmi meritorious to me, it was Darmi's day to day that helped me take care of Ziko, my 7-year-old son who was attending a private elementary school not too far from our home, usually before I go to the office I have prepared all the needs of my son, clothes, bags and books, books, if he is ready next I will accompany him waiting for his invitation bus, after he left then I prepared to go to the office, well Bu Darmi's job is to prepare our lunch and accompany Zico when my little son returned from school, mom Darmi will accompany him until I get back from the office, even though Darmi's mom receives a salary from me but I don't consider her anyone else, I already consider her like my own family.

And now here I am, sitting waiting inside a building in the area of General Hospital of My Area, this Hospital is quite spacious and has complete facilities, and, for the size of the newly developed Provincial Area this Hospital is the best.

It has been almost an hour I waited for my turn after I had deposited a referral letter from the health puskesmas and a copy of the Healthy Indonesia card (KIS) to the registration counter officer, I still have to wait until the Guarantee letter is completed to then be remitted to the police officer Interna (Polic internal medicine) to get an examination from a specialist.

This building is 3-storey, the shape extends in the middle is a registration and information counter, while on the left and right side is the Police room, on the right there is a therapeutic polyc, and on the right there is a therapeutic polyc, nerves and lungs while on the left side there are obgyn polyks, surgery and psychiatry, in addition to the information room there is an elevator that leads to the second and third floors, respectively, the second floor is a special treatment room class I and VIP while the third floor is a special care room for nerve patients.

since the morning the atmosphere has been crowded with people - people who queue are no exception with me, Bu darmi sitting next to me, his head leaning on the top of the iron chair, he seemed to massage his head many times, he looked, I feel sorry to see it.

time has shown the hit. 10.00 A.m., when it was our turn, I led Ms. Darmi into the Internal Police room, in the sight of several nurses who were busy with files and medical equipment, at the end of the room sat a woman in a white suit he lowered his head focused on staring at the file on the table, his hands were flipping back the paper, the paper, the paper, Ms. Darmi stepped onto a nurse's desk to be examined for vital signs after which she headed to the doctor's desk still focused on the file in her hand, I'm guessing this lady doctor is about 50-55 years old, I can't see her face clearly because it's covered in a mask but it looks like I've seen her, somewhere.

" Please sit mother "the doctor raised his face to look warmly at Bu Darmi.

"Can I help you?" tanyanya.

"this doc, I always feel nausea and sometimes vomiting, reuhati also pain doctor" Ms. Darmi began to mention her complaints.

"how many days is it?"

"it's been a week, doctor"

"Today I've vomited a number of times" the doctor asked again.

"hmmm.3 times the doctor, the exit is just water" explained bi Darmi again, I just stood by the door , once staring at the two of them.

"What pain do you feel through your back?"

"oh. yes I have prescribed drugs later, the possibility of stomach acid rises, explained the doctor, the mother should eat regularly even in small portions, the mother should eat regularly, do not forget to avoid spicy and hard food first.The doctor explained at length to Bu Darmi, I also stole the explanation.

" thank you doctor.later I will eat regularly" Bi Darmi replied.

"Well.mom can come out now, later the nurse will prescribe the medicine" said the doctor again.

I approached them, intending to help Bi Darmi stand up from his seat, a second later the doctor greeted me.

"about?" he asked, I looked up my head trying to remember - remember who the doctor in front of me was.

"this is Akira, your lecturer first" he said as he removed the mask that covered part of his face.

"Oh...bu Nadira, Gosh.. How are you? I asked as I reached out to kiss the back of his hand with reverence.

"Okay, how are you?

"Good ma'am"

"oh.yah, we continue the chat later well. please leave your mobile number here" said the doctor in front of me who turned out to be my lecturer Nadira's mother during college first, he was one of my favorite lecturers, he was very kind and friendly when teaching makes us students never tired of following his lecture.

"oh, yes ma'am.. I typed my phone number on his phone and then went out of the room, to the Outpatient Pharmacy located near the exit, not forgetting I held Bi Darmi's arm slowly.

We returned home after taking the prescribed medication, I left Bi Darmi to rest while I drove my car to the office to finish some of the work that had been delayed.