
Bara kept spewing out his entrails since earlier in the bathroom. But there was nothing he vomited but a clear liquid that made his throat bitter. A cold sweat the size of corn soaked his temples. He was really tormented by the discomfort he felt this morning.
Bara decided to take a shower, a splash of cold water will probably make it better and fresher. The man poured a little of his shampoo over the palm of his hand. The aroma he used to wear and became his favorite scent suddenly smelled very stinging.
The man could not resist the turmoil from inside his stomach anymore. Under a shower with one hand holding the wall, Bara regurgitated her entrails again. He continued to try to remove, but again only a bitter clear liquid came out of his throat.
"Did I get malaria?" thought Bara.
Bara immediately finished the bath that must not be clean. The bathroom suddenly became unpleasant in his kiss.
Out of the bathroom and changed clothes, Bara went straight downstairs, her stomach was very hungry. Birds squeaking behind the windows danced under the water guava tree next to the kitchen.
Bara approached Jelita who was struggling with a frying pan. Without asking, Bara already knows if his mother is currently frying tempe in flour.
"You sick, son? Is your face pale?" ask Jelita to worry. My eyes and face are not glowing with staggering footsteps. Jelita immediately caught Bara's body that looked shrewd as if he wanted to fall to the floor.
"What's wrong with you Bara? If you're sick, you should be in the room, then you'll have Aunt take your food to the room!" Jelita asked her son to sit at the table. While the frying pan has been taken over by Sumi.
"I don't know Ma. My head felt heavy and dizzy," Bara replied softly.
Jelita placed the back of her hand against her forehead and the tip of her neck near her chin. Check the body temperature of his son who was not warm or hot.
"No fever, you might catch a cold. This must be because they often come home late and eat!" jelita.
"Already! Now you eat first, so you can take your medicine and get well soon." Jelita holds her favorite seafood fried rice.
The faint aroma now smelled so strong, because the nettle put the fried rice he took into the dish and put it right in front of his son.
Everything about the seafood menu that Bara likes now actually makes her nauseous again. Bara covered her mouth and returned to the sink to regurgitate her entrails. But nothing can come out.
"You why Bara?" ask Jelita from the dinner table. He was quite surprised by the condition of his son which was very similar to what he felt before. Twice Jelita felt that phase, of course he understood very well. But that is his mind at this time, where possible if his son .. because Bara is a man.
Bara returned to his seat again with a body that now feels very weak. He also asked people to take care of the food menu on the table.
"Bi! Call the family doctor quickly!" tell Jelita. The younger waiter walked quickly to the house phone and called the doctor. While Bi Sumi and Jelita help Bara to return to her room.
Jelita who was standing near the nightstand waited anxiously for the results of her son's examination. Gavin who wants to go accompany Gisella check the contents through the front room Bara. He watched Steve's doctor examine Bara. Gavin let go of Gisel's hand, into the room whose door was wide open.
"What's wrong with Bara, Ma? What's he sick of?" Gavin approached, stood next to his mother and cast his eyes upon Bara's pale face and lay helpless on the bed. Gisella just waited in annoyance at the door. He did not dare to enter because he was afraid of Bara who seemed to hate him.
"Mama don't know, some days Bara vomiting continuously and lack of appetite" explained Jelita. Steve's doctor kept a stethoscope around his neck.
"How did it go?" cecar Jelita direct. His eldest son was almost never ill.
"For the time being, my results are no problem. It's okay, it's not food poisoning or anything like that" Steve replied. He was also quite confused by Bara's condition based on what the man was complaining about.
"If she's okay, why does every smelling of food she gets nauseous and vomits like a cravings guy?" jelita said she was still not satisfied with Steve's answer.
"Indeed Bara is okay, Madam, but to ensure more accurate, you can take Bara to the hospital and do a series of laboratory examinations if you feel unsure. But I think he's okay, ma'am."
"Are you sure?" ask Jelita back while squinting her eyes. Steve nodded steadily, he was among the best doctors in the city as the best graduate of a foreign university. He is certainly very sure if he does not misdiagnose the disease of his patients at this time.
Jelita was silent for a moment, she suddenly remembered something. The events of the past are exactly the same as what Bara is currently experiencing.
"Mama remember when Mama was pregnant with you, your father also experienced this. He felt dizzy and nauseous about certain foods and smells. He experienced the same thing as Mama felt. Morning sicnes's. Did you impregnate a woman, Bara?"
Degh's!
The heart of Bara was beating fast. His eyes widened as if he could not believe what his mother had said.
"How could Mama conclude that? It's just a myth that says if a woman is pregnant, then her partner will also feel the same cravings symptoms as a pregnant person," Gavin said.
"But your papa first!" jelita's debate is still tight with her arguments.
"The problem is that Bara does not have a lover, let alone a wife, girlfriend only he does not have. His life was too monotonous with the sheets of paper and the cases he handled. So it's impossible!" reply Gavin. The mother and son began to argue and a small debate ensued.
Doctor Steve just gawked to see the mother and child arguing like a child who was bigger. While Bara pulled his body to lean on the bed. His hand clasped the blanket tightly, his mind now drifting thinking of something.
"Is Alice pregnant? But if she's pregnant, why doesn't she come to me to take my responsibility?" batin Bara asked. There was only one woman he touched and that was his own former sister-in-law.