The Story of the Children of the Juragan
189. Wulan's sick
"Honey. He said our son would take Marco and his wife. Where's?" Marquez asked for the whereabouts of his son, who never saw the trunk of his nose.
"So, maybe it's still sleeping."
"What are they doing..."
"Honey." scolded mommy Melati with piercing eyes.
"I haven't continued my words." Daddy grimaced towards his wife.
"But I already know the direction of your conversation."
Hearing the ramblings of the husband's family and Wulan's family made Fatim want to pee. There are those who make them chuckle because the bed thing is also not over.
Fortunately, Salman approached them to sit down.
"I'm sorry and Wulan, om, aunt. We can't take you to the airport. Because Wulan is sick."
"illness?" mommy and Daddy are together.
"What's my son hurting, Salman?" Daddy was so panicked when he heard his son was sick.
"I don't know, either, Dad. Then Salman will take her to the hospital."
"How's he?" cerca Daddy's.
"Em, he was vomiting. Does he have a history of acid reflux or stomach ulcers? Yesterday he also had an ice cream meal of almost ten cups." replied Salman, after remembering what his wife felt.
"Squeaky. Why Wulan is so angry. Eat it like a starving man." mummy muttered.
"wait around. Is it possible Wulan, pregnant." said Marquez with a smile on his lips.
"Ha-pregnant." murmured Salman while thinking. She never knew what a pregnant woman looked like.
Leon and Fatim's family stared at them with tense faces, while talking about Wulan. Fatim, who is a doctor, guessed what happened to Salman's wife.
"Yes, you take it to the hospital now." said Marquez.
"You forgot. I also have a doctor's son-in-law" Marco said.
Marquez turned his head towards Fatim, and immediately patted his eel.
"I'm sorry, Marc. Totally forgot. But, you don't have to leave immediately. Before you miss the plane." Marquez glanced at the watch he was wearing on his left wrist.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Yes, you take it to the hospital right now, son Salman."
"Good, om. Excuse me all." Salman ran back to his room.
"Darling, let's go to the hospital now." Salman approached Wulan who was lying limp on the bed.
She helps Wulan wear her hijab. Once tidy, he lifted Wulan's body and led her to his car. The woman put her hand on her husband's neck. Even though his eyes were closed, he could still smile.
"Well, it's good to have a husband of attention. Wherever in the car. Then I'll keep getting sick." Wulan rattles indeterminate.
"Honey. Istighfar. Do not pray evil for us. Whether you are sick or not. In shaa Allah, I will always be attentive to you." said Salman.
"You okay, honey?" mommy and Daddy rushed to Salman who was holding Wulan.
"It's okay, mom. My husband was the one who panicked too much." Wulan replied casually.
Daddy got into the car immediately, followed by mommy, Salman and Wulan. Daddy immediately drove his car.
"Oh Allah, this Wulan is fine. Why are you so worried about Wulan, anyway." great-granddaughter Wulan.
"Because we love you" said the three men compact. Which made Wulan chuckle.
The car finally arrived at the hospital. The four of them immediately got down and signed up.
While queuing to register, they cross paths with Adam, Fatim's father. They talked for a moment. The man immediately contacted his doctor.
After he finished contacting his colleague, he drove Salman's entourage to the doctor's room in question.
"Thank you for the help, o'm." said Salman before entering the room.
"Together, may your wife get well soon." Adam patted Salman's shoulder.
Salman and Wulan went inside immediately. Arriving inside, they were greeted with friendly smiles by the female doctor. The doctor let them sit.
The doctor asked his patient to submit a complaint. Wulan also told me what she was going through.
Salman, who is not satisfied with his wife's explanation, adds to his explanation with Wulan's strange behavior in recent days.
The doctor again commented a smile when he saw Salman enthusiastically tell about his wife's illness. Afterwards, the woman wearing the white suit took out a small glass and handed it to Wulan.
"Please put your urine in this container."
"It's okay, honey. Let her get her disease quickly. Want me to go with you?" mishmash Salman.
Wulan shook his head weakly. Then take the small glass, and walk towards the toilet.
Salman is still sitting in front of the doctor with a pretty tense face. The doctor who saw his tense look, only gave a faint smile.
'May my wife be ill, Allah.' inwardly Salman.