THE BLESSING OF PICKPOCKETING
AMIE'S CONSCIOUS
“Nduk, you were in an accident, do you remember?” asked mother lirih while grasping Amie's fingers.
I saw Amie's face instantly change hearing my mother's words.
“I remember coming home routine pregnancy check. When I came home, Angga did not know there was a hole so the motor rocked and I fell. I don't remember anything else.” Obviously Amie, she immediately felt her stomach from remembering to fall.
When the eruption of Mount Kelud was indeed Jogja and Solo was severely affected. A layer of dust covers roads, roofs, trees and all surfaces of the earth. Naturally Angga who never use a motor does not know the hole in the road.
Usually Angga use a car, but when going to check the pregnancy routine, the car engine does not want to turn on. Amie already said the check was delayed while waiting for the workshop person to check why the car engine would not turn on.
Darling Angga insisted on leaving to check with the motor owned by Amie
“Did my baby not survive? How about Angga? Why isn't he here? Was he treated in another room? Where is Angga mas?” Amie began to sob and hysterically. Mom hugged her and I pressed the bell to call the nurse.
“You fell very hard Nduk, your baby did not survive. You have to be patient, not yet rizky you got momongan,” entertain my mother with a soft look. “You didn't realize five days.”
“Mas Angga?” amie asked louder. “Where is Angga, I want Angga!”
“Mas you did not survive, he immediately died on the scene,” explained mother while hugging tightly Amie.
“Enggaaaaaaaaaaaak .. I want to go to Angga .. he can't possibly leave me!” shouted Amie while rebelling, the infusion until dislodged because of interest.
I tried to reduce Amie's movements by hugging her tightly. The nurse came and immediately corrected the infusion and injected drugs in the infusion liquid.
“Istigfar Dek, istigfar yes,” that's all I can say over and over again seeing Amie slumped.
Due to the effect of the injected drug, Amie instantly calmed down and went to sleep.
“Coming to the hospital. I want us all to talk,” I asked Putro mas and father present at the hospital, to discuss Amie's current condition.
Ragil came in when Amie was just sleeping. The school was indeed closed due to the thick dust eruption of Mount Kelud, but because he was in the 12th grade it still had to be present for the deepening of the material because UAN was close.
“Ono opo Mas? How did Mom cry?” whiskey Tri or more ngetop with the call Ragil (meaning youngest ). He asked what was it, why was she crying?
“Amie has just regained consciousness, and she hysterically knows that Angga and her fetus are not safe. This was just injected to calm down.” I obviously,
Me, mom and Tri sat in the nursery room Amie waiting for father and mas Putro to consult a doctor. Dad came first, at 16:32 he has reached Amie's nursery. While mas Putro is still a long time, because he just finished practice in the clinic at 17:00. the fastest to get to the hospital when Maghrib later.
“The idea is to wait for Putro, or Daddy and Jhon are now facing the doctor?” mother asked, I understand that she is very sad that her daughter is slumped like that.
“Waitu mas Putro aja Bu, he knows more about hospital procedures, even though he is a dentist, but at least not blind like me,” I replied.
As per the estimate of the new Putro mas until the time of Maghrib. Mother ordered Ragil to buy dinner and prayers at the mosque. Others will alternate prayers in the room.
While having dinner we talked about how Amie handled it. Especially his mental problems. Because Amie's body wound is not there, other than just blisters. If you see a body wound, Amie can go straight home, even though she just miscarried. Like people giving birth, just two or three days in the hospital can go home. But psychiatric problems cannot be careless handling.
“What if we bring back Amie to Jogja? Because only there is no place of memory Angga and Amie. In our homes, though occasionally, they are often together. Especially since they got married at home, and several times Angga stayed in Amie's room after they got married,” my advice that night.
“Amie not only needs to be treated but she must be restored to her psyche.” mas Putro agreed with my advice. But they all work in Solo. No one can take care of Amie in Jogja.
We did pay Mbok Pedes to take care of Mbah kakung because Mbah kakung had lived alone at Amie's house in Jogja.
“If we hire a nurse how?” sahut father gave his opinion.
“Amie doesn't need a nurse Well, she needs a companion so her soul isn't empty. Must be a person who is dear to him, or a nurse who understands the science of psychology,” explained the mother.
I'm sure if he's retired, mom won't hesitate to accompany Amie in Jogja. Unfortunately he is not retired yet, still two years away his retirement is in effect.
“Now we consult a doctor first. Along the way we think about who will accompany Amie to recover. We also do not know, what his condition will be when he wakes up.” I finally made a decision so that there can be certainty.
Tonight I have to standby at the airport even though the airport is still closed. But we still have to standby to fly when the circumstances allow.
***
Today in the hospital almost full team. Saturday my father, mother and mas Putro are off work. School is also a holiday so that Ragil can be present in Amie's nursery.
Just now that Amie's two in-laws came. Her mother Angga initially cried hysterically. But seeing Amie just silent with empty eyes the mother became just kept sobbing to see the condition of her daughter-in-law.
“Eat this yes,” persuade the mother while giving pieces of pear on Amie. As usual, Amie did not react. Can't bear to get such a response, the mother can only sob while holding her daughter-in-law who is lying with the position of the head bed elevated 45°.
“Assalamu’alaykum,” heard greetings from bu Cokro. The Cokro family are the father's neighbors in Jogja. They knew Amie from a baby. Their house is right next to Amie's. And they also helped supervise Mbah kakung (his father my father) in Cangkringan village, Jogja.
Almost at the same time the one in the room turned towards the door and answered the greeting. “Wa’alaykum salam.”
Ms. Cokro came to my mother, Diah, and they hugged and cried. The introduction of Pratiwi's mother and mother Cokro sir's wife began when my father - Siswojo - brought his future wife to the house of his parents who were behind the house of Cokro sir.
At that time Pratiwi had just married Mr. Cokro. Although married first, Pratiwi mother slower to have children, that's why the age of Putro older than Putut the eldest son of the Cokro family.
Putut and I were almost the same age, older I was a few months. Since childhood when we stayed in Jogja, then the three of us played together. Since before marriage my father has worked in Solo. And Amie's father - Paklek Sisworo - who lives with his eyes in the village of Cangkringan Jogja.
“Sing Patient Mbak,” whispered bu Cokro on mom. After that mother introduced her iron to bude Cokro.
***
\==============================================
Hello all. May you always be healthy
YANKTIE thanks you for stopping by this simple story. Waiting for the sweet comment.
Do not forget also love LIKE, gift a cup of coffee or a rose and every Monday use VOTE that you can free from noveltoon/mangatoon to give to this novel
Sweet greetings from Sedayu~Yogyakarta