Accompany Me to Die
Missing Medical Record

After a spooky morning, Nayla sits on the front porch of the house. He chose to go home sooner. The house he lived in for some time, quiet and quiet only heard the sound of melodious leaves blowing in the wind. Sundari was invisible today, as was Budi and his partner. 

Nayla stood up and gazed towards the lush bamboo tree. The first time he came to this house he heard the melodious sound of Javanese song. Tembang longing of a woman on her lover.

... Candra ratri kang rereb...

...Ngacarya nisun kang kingkin...

...Lolita koripan ndika...

...Manunggal carub jeroning atma...

"The same song that the yellow woman always sings with the red scarf, Nyi Melati." he murmured softly.

"Who does he really miss? Is there anything to tell me? Wak Dadan just came to give instructions, is nyi jasmine also the same?" 

The ambulance car belonging to the village clinic came and entered the courtyard of the house. The son's doctor came down with the ambulance driver while Tegar came down from the other side after the driver opened the door. Mbok Dar has been allowed to go home, his condition has improved just that he still has to sit in a wheelchair.

The son's doctor advised mbok Dar to stay in one of the empty rooms next to Nayla's room, so that the condition of mbok Dar was monitored while Tegar worked. Nayla also welcomed the arrival of mbok Dar with pleasure. Sister Indah also participated in her hand holding a yellow ivory stop map.

"Dok, this is the file that the doctor asked for earlier" he said, handing over the stop map.

"Thank you sisters, so take care of ya." Nayla's smile expands when she sees the title of the stop map.

The Son doctor frowned, "What is Nay?"

"Oh this, Wak Dadan's medical record." 

"Medical record? Make what?"

Nayla smiled wryly, "There's, yeah. Later Nay tell me." He took over Dar's wheelchair and escorted him into the room.

Tegar followed inside while carrying a bag of clothes belonging to his mother. His face looked tired, the black circumference at the bottom of the eyes was clearly visible. He was no longer as cheerful as when he first met Nayla. Patiently and painstakingly Tegar helped mbok Dar down from his wheelchair.

"Bok rest first yes, if I want to take a shower later I help you." 

Nayla raises the blanket to the chest, but Dar nods. Dar's smile rose from his pale lips.

"Thank you Nay, even ngerepotin" he said weakly.

Nayla was surprised, she turned her head towards Tegar. "Lho mbok Dar can sound out again?"

"Yes, starting yesterday afternoon simbok can already talk. But yes, it's still slow." Hardcore who was busy arranging her mother's clothes in the closet replied.

"Alhamdulillah, hopefully getting better after this mbok." 

Nayla said goodbye, the son's doctor was sitting quietly in the middle room watching television. "Dad, would you like some coffee?" 

"No idea, Nay hasn't eaten either. Try Nay to see."

Not yet Nayla stepped foot, the voice of Mr. Agus was heard entering the house. In her hand are two large plastic bags.

"Assalamualaikum, doctor sir, doctor ma'am!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam, uh Mr. Agus what's wrong?" ask the doctor Son.

"This is doctor sir, there's a little food from my wife. My son's birthday is today so make rice for thanksgiving." 

Mr. Agus looked at Tegar who closed the door of the room, Nayla caught a different eye when Mr. Agus and Tegar looked at each other.

"Eh, are you too? You know I brought more." Pak Agus is stale.

Hearing the words of Mr. Agus, Tegar only smiled faintly. "No, sir, his name doesn't know either."

Hardcore walking out of the house passed just like that making an awkward atmosphere. Nayla also did not want to prevent Stiffness. 

"Sir Agus sat down and I made coffee first" said Nayla later.

"Where's Sundari? How come it's not here?" Mr. Agus dyedukan looking for a well-bodied woman.

"I don't know, sir, you haven't looked at it all day. Any more business maybe."

Mr. Agus ber-oh ria, he then continued to chat with the Putra doctor while Nayla made coffee for them.

"Where was the file? The feeling I put here." 

Nayla goes back and forth looking for Wak Dadan's medical records. He sure put it on the table before delivering mbok Dar into his room.

"Well, see the medical record here, right?" tanya Nayla wiped the chat Mr. Agus and the doctor Putra.

"No, where did you put it?"

"Dimeja here. But how come there isn't?"

"You put it here, it's been checked?"

"Yes, Dad!" An annoyed Nayla finally contacted Sister Indah to make sure she did not get carried back by Sister Indah.

"Not laughing, where are you?" 

Nayla finally gave up, she did not find the medical record. The young doctor finally decided to take a bath to refresh his mind and body.