Ramadan Without Sua
Anosmia

It did not feel like seven days, Ardhita underwent Independent Isolation. During that time, Dhito always faithfully accompanied Ardhita from afar. Through sending messages, articles to stay enthusiastic and maintain immunity, to often call Ardhita. All that Dhito did so that his lover was not lonely when undergoing self-isolation.

If a few days before, Ardhita only felt fever and cough. On this seventh day, Ardhita lost her sense of smell and taste. This loss of sense of taste and smell is often referred to as anosmia.

Ardhita felt panicked when she woke up in the morning, she could not breathe the inhaler she used to breathe to relieve her sense of smell. Moreover, when he ate the Apples as breakfast it was completely bland. The sweet, fresh, even sour taste of the Apple fruit is not at all felt in the taste senses.

"Why all of a sudden I can't feel anything God ...

My nose is troubled ...

My tongue also ...."

Ardhita began to tear again. Not knowing what to do, Ardhita is only able to breathe in the inhaler with her nose trying to restore her sense of smell. Because all the time he inhaled the inhaler and there was no change at all, Ardhita also contacted the Hospital where he worked asking to be examined and submit his complaint.

By noon, then the Hospital came with a complete Personal Protective Equipment (APD). This time Ardhita is again examined, as well as a swab test five days ago will be read out.

"Good day Dhita, how's it going?" ask Doctor Handika who is now also coming to check on Ardhita. A few days before, Doctor Handika had already come and now came again.

"So the morning I woke up, my sense of smell and sense of taste were gone. I can't smell anything" replied Ardhita.

Health workers also noted Ardhita's health complaints in a book. Not to forget, Ardhita's test results were read back. "The results of the usab test, five days ago is still positive huh Mbak .. so it must be continued isolation mandiri. To lose the sense of taste and smell it is called anosmia. Try to apply the following steps: First, clean the inside of the nose the way is not difficult, rinse the inside of the nose with a solution of salt water. This helps if your sense of smell is affected by an infection or allergy. Second, olfactory training involves inhaling repeatedly and deliberately sniffing a set of odors (usually lemons, roses, cloves, and eucalyptus). This method is done for 20 seconds, each at least twice a day. Third, the consumption of Vitamin A," explanation from the Handika Doctor that Ardhita noted in the note feature on his phone.

"Is there any other symptoms?" again asked Doctor Handika to Ardhita.

"I feel a bit nauseous, maybe because the sense of taste is problematic so that the food I swallow, tastes tasteless," replied Ardhita.

"Yes, it's true .. it did happen because of Anosmia. Some of the steps I mentioned can be done. If these mild symptoms change to severe symptoms, then Dhita should follow an integrated quarantine" explained Dr. Handika

Hearing the word 'integrated quarantine', Ardhita felt anxious. He hopes to recover by doing self-isolation at home.

After checking health for Ardhita is complete, health workers say goodbye to home. They'll be back for a swab test on the tenth day.

***

This afternoon, Ardhita's parents made a videocall call. They were already lost to Ardhita, but the great distance made them unable to meet. Can only make video calls if misses with Ardhita.

"Now, piye kabare? (Son, how are you?)" ask Bu Tini once the video call has been connected and show Ardhita's face on the phone screen.

Not yet Ardhita replied, Tini's mother had first cried. While Mr. Harjo just patted his wife's shoulder that can no longer stem his tears when making a video call to his only daughter, Ardhita.

"Mom, don't cry. Ardhita is still fighting to heal" said Ardhita.

The girl even bit her inner lips, trying to hold back her sadness and tears. Ardhita of course fragile, kangen with his parents, kangen can gather again. If he still has to continue the struggle, besides it is still tied to work that is not until when.

Ardhita's eyes were reddened by holding back tears until it felt painful. Ardhita does not want her parents to be more thoughtful until it finally has an impact on their health.

"You're what I'm talking about, Ardhita. How would you like what? Let Father and Mother buy from here," asked Bu Sundari still sobbing.

"Ardhita mboten (no - in Javanese) wants nothing, Ma'am ... Just want to heal. Pray Ardhita nggih, so that Ardhita quickly healthy, negative fast," he said by trying to smile to his parents.

"Mom and Dad will pray for you. Both pray yes, hopefully soon negative. Healthy soon. So that we can get together again. Father and Mother have missed, but I don't know when new can meet you." this time Mr. Harjo was the one who spoke to Ardhita.

Ardhita seemed to nod her head. "Ardhita is still trying to heal, sir .. Pray Ardhita always, without prayer everything is in vain. Let God have mercy to heal Ardhita."

"Sure .. Without you asking for anything, Father and Mother always pray for you. The medicine do not forget to drink, exercise, eat nutritious, and sunbathe, Nduk .. hopefully soon can be healthy and negative results." again Pak Harjo who reminded Ardhita.

"Amin Sir ...."

When the video call was over, Ardhita's tears were shed. All feelings of pain, longing, and loneliness flowed into one through her tears. The girl sat down to slump on the floor with both hands hugging her legs. It was not only the physical pain that Ardhita felt, he was mentally depressed. There is a desire to heal, get back to health, get back to meet with both parents, can return to activities. However, he could only isolate himself inside the room. The days go by, the morning becomes the day, the afternoon becomes the evening, the afternoon becomes the night. That was how the days changed and Ardhita could only isolate herself.

When the time of day is so slow, when all activities can only be done in the house, when the longing is unrequited because it must be alone, Ardhita can only cry. Really, her tears were unstoppable. Nevertheless, Ardhita still has one wish that she will not let go. The one hope he always strives for and hopes for every day is the desire to heal.

Hope is not lost. Ardhita remembers one by one the people who loved her, the people who always prayed for her, and the people who always supported her when she was really on her nadir. For their sake, Ardhita wants to fight. For their sake, Ardhita will survive. For their sake, Ardhita will not lose her heart to heal.