Naura was confined with other patients whose conditions were much more serious. There was a fear that anarchic action would happen to his fragile body, especially since the guard room was very far from room number 10.
Fatma approached then asked while touching his outstretched left arm, "Why are you here? I've been here for 3 days and I can't feel anymore. When do you think the doctor will allow me to go home?"
Without waiting for Naura's response, he turned around to approach the door and then broke in it non-stop...
Yes, here they are, victims of insensitive human malignancy, victims of themselves without feeling it, victims of impartial circumstances, or victims of unfulfilled dreams.
Fatma lay down next to Naura then sat up straight again, her psychology was very unstable.
"This is not a place of care, what's the difference between being confined to your own home? I don't understand... I really can't digest their new policy. Previously we were free to go here and there even in the inpatient classroom area, but now we are locked up in a room. narrow and then locked from the outside...?" Naura criticized at length in her heart.
"Oh God, what did I do wrong to be locked up here? Why would my husband have the heart to throw his own wife in the hospital like she doesn't love him anymore?" Fatma massaged her calves back and forth while scratching her confused head.
"Same," said Naura, opening the conversation. He felt that Fatma could be invited to exchange ideas, at least the noise in her mind could be silenced with real words orally.
"You're right, maybe... my husband doesn't love me anymore."
"You have a problem with your husband, but I have a problem with my family..."
Landing a friendly blow on Naura's left calf, "Our fate is the same."
...
Even though what Fatma said wasn't completely true, there was at least 20 percent truth to her story.
Maybe it's true that the cause of the shaking in her soul was caused by her husband or even one hundred percent wrong, it's just that her husband had a big role in putting her in an RSJ for recovery.
Ba'da asr:
"Naura, Naura wake up. Come on, eat first then take your medicine." Nurse Sophi shook Naura's body repeatedly.
"Ah, I'm sleepy!"
Naura turned her body to face the wall, hiding her face in the pillow.
"You can sleep again, but eat first. Don't be spoiled if you want to get better quickly!" the nurse bullied him no less hard. On the opposite side to the left there is another patient occupying Fatma's bed. Since then, she has only been lying down, eating snacks, even traces of her feces are still in the toilet.
Naura started eating her dinner. The dish was really delicious because to be honest, he was now very hungry due to the expensive sales from midday.
"Don't be like Siska, okay? Her don't want to keep taking sleeping pills, especially since your body stinks, you never want to take a shower!" said Nurse Sophi again.
"Already?"
Naura nodded. After giving the medicine, Nurse Sophi locked the room door. After 1 minute, Siska got up. He approached the door and swore.
"I want to go home!!! Susteeer!!! You devil!
Unlucky! Damn everyone! Who's crazy?! I was busy cooking in the kitchen but you attacked me! Crazy!"
The light of dawn infiltrates....
Time in this place felt so slow. The feeling of wanting to escape flashed without pause. Crying, cursing, banging on the door, and occasional screams echoed until the sound of the wheels of the food cupboard could be heard faintly from the corner of the corridor on the right.
Two nurses started to unlock the room. If Naura's treatment was paid for by the family, not the government, she would definitely be in class 1 which is located in the west or at least in class 2 which has minimal interference.
The gentle morning breeze soothes souls filled with anxiety, including Fatiah and Hanum. They look calm and carefree. Hanum even took the time to surround the empty land in front of the corridor.
Continued...