“Pules Dok … Alhamdulillah ... Bapak juga semalam tidurnya pulas,” sahut Mama Hoshi.
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra menoleh ke arah Papa Hoshi. Tersenyum sembari mengangguk. Perhatiannya kembali ke Mama Hoshi. “Apa yang Ibu rasakan sekarang?”</div></p>
“Pusingnya sudah hilang Dok … tinggal lemesnya aja.”
“Mulai olahraga nanti ya Bu … jangan lupa obatnya diminum.”
Mama Hoshi memperhatikan Afra. “Dokter Afra kenal Hoshi sudah lama ya? Gimana Hoshi dulu di sekolah?”
Senyum lebar menghias wajah Afra.
Mama Hoshi menggeser tubuhnya sedikit. Dia menepuk-nepuk sisi ranjang yang kosong.
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra berjalan mendekati ranjang Mama Hoshi. Dia duduk santai di tempat yang disediakan Mama Hoshi. “Hoshi anak baik, Bu."</div></p>
<p><div class="text-justify">Mama Hoshi terpengarah. Tanpa sadar dia menoleh ke arah suaminya. Mereka beradu pandang sejenak. Hoshi baik? Waktu SMA? tanyanya bingung dalam hati.</div></p>
<p><div class="text-justify">Baru sekali ini, ada yang mengatakan sulungnya anak baik di sekolah. Walaupun tidak ada yang berani terang-terangan mengatakan Hoshi bandel. Banyak kasus, itu laporan yang diterimanya setiap mengambil rapot. “Engga salah orang?”</div></p>
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra tertawa. “Hoshi dari dulu sangat percaya diri … sangat naïf waktu itu … tapi lucu anaknya … dia sering bikin ketawa di kelas ….”</div></p>
Mama Hoshi menelengkan kepala. Si Manja dan Tukang Protes itu? Dahinya sedikit mengernyit. “Di kelas?”
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra mengangguk. “Lebih sering di kelas waktu bimbel … saya juga sering lihat dia jadi imam sholat Magrib … saat SMA bakat menulisnya mulai terasah … saya tidak heran, kalau dia jadi novelis terkenal sekarang.</div></p>
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Mama Hoshi menarik nafas panjang. Dia tidak tahu, Hoshi suka menulis novel sejak SMA. Sepertinya hubungan Hoshi dan Afra lebih dari sekedar teman. Ya Allah, mudah-mudahan kedua anaknya tidak …. </div></p>
Sembari tersenyum, Afra berjalan mendekati ranjang Papa Hoshi. “Bagaimana rasanya sekarang, Pak? ... pegal ya?”
“Sudah hilang sakitnya dok … cuma sesekali saja… mungkin dari luka bekas operasi.”
“Benar, Pak … Dokter Orthopedinya sudah visit?”
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra membuka perban di tempat bekas operasi. “Bagus Pak … jahitannya sudah mulai mengering.” Dia membersihkan luka dan mengganti perban setelah mengoleskan obat. </div></p>
“Sudah,” sahut Papa Hoshi. “Sudah mulai terapi.”
“Jangan takut bergerak ya, Pak … asal tidak terlalu ekstrim.”
“Banyak ya Dok, pasang pennya?” Mama Hoshi berjalan mendekati ranjang suaminya.
<p><div class="text-justify">“Delapan Bu … ruas tulang kedua dan ketiga … banyak yang rapuh tulangnya. Jadi harus diambil … pen itu untuk menujang sisa tulang yang masih bisa dipertahankan … semua tulang yang sudah terinfeksi virus TBC sudah diambil.”</div></p>
Mama Hoshi mengangguk. “Makannya dijaga dulu, Pa! Supaya lekas sembuh luka bekas operasinya.”
Papa Hoshi hanya tersenyum mendengar perintah istrinya.
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra ikut tersenyum, mendengar nada Mama Hoshi yang mirip jendral yang akan memimpin pasukan ke medan perang.
“Mulai digerak-gerakkan ya Pak badannya … nanti setelah tiga bulan ke depan, tenis Bapak diganti renang ya, ” ujar Afra sebelum meninggalkan ruangan.</div></p>
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<p><div class="text-justify">Dengan hati-hati Afra mengeluarkan jahitan hasil karyanya dari koper. Dia suka rancangan ini. Saat merancang baju dan mulai menjahit, dia sendiri tidak tahu apakah pakaian ini bisa dipakai. </div></p>
<p><div class="text-justify">Tapi sahabatnya yang menikah wanti-wanti berpesan, gunakan gaun panjang dengan variasi brokat. Three musketeer harus punya foto sekarang. Setelah puas melihat bayangannya di cermin, Afra keluar dari ruang dokter.</div></p>
“Wah … Dokter Afra!!!!! Saya kira siapa?” seru seorang suster saat Afra, melewati ruang suster di bangsal bedah.
“Gimana?” tanya Afra sembari berputar sedikit.
<p><div class="text-justify">Gaun terusan panjang yang sengaja dibuat lebar di bagian bawahnya, dilapisi luaran brokat panjang, ditutup oleh luaran brokat pendek. Warna gaunnya yang bertabrakan dengan luaran brokat, membuat gaunnya semakin hidup. Makeup yang dipilihnya menampilkan kelebihan alami wajahnya. Sudah lama dia tidak berdandan seperti ini. Senang juga rasanya, sesekali tampil beda. </div></p>
**English Version**
"Sleep soundly Doc ... Alhamdulillah, He was also in a deep sleep," said Hoshi’s mother.
Afra turned to Hoshi’s father. Smile while nodding. Her attention back to Hoshi’s mother. "What do you feel now?"
"Dizzy is gone Dock ... stay limp only."
"Begin sports later, ma'am ... don’t forget to take the medicine."
Hoshi’s mother watched Afra. "Doctor Afra, did you know Hoshi for a long time already? How did Hoshi at school? "
A big smile graced Afra's face.
Hoshi’s mother shifted her body slightly. She patted the empty side of the bed.
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra walked over to Hoshi's mother bed. She sits casually in the space provided by Hoshi’s mother. "Hoshi is a good boy, ma'am."</div></p>
<p><div class="text-justify">Hoshi’s mother was astonished. Unconsciously she turned toward her husband. They cussed for a moment. Is he good? While high school time? She thought.</div></p>
<p><div class="text-justify">Just this once, some say her son is a good kid at school. Although no one dare to blatantly say Hoshi stubborn. A lot of cases, it's a report she receives each takes a progress report. "Hoshi has many problems."</div></p>
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra laughed. "Hoshi has always been self-assured ... very naïve at the time ... but funny ... he often makes people laugh in class ...." </div></p>
Hoshi’s mother tilted her head. Her forehead slightly frowned. "In the classroom?"
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra nodded. "More often in the classroom time ... I also often see him as a prayer imam Magrib ... when high school his talent writing began honed ... I'm not surprised, if he became a famous novelist now.</div></p>
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<p><div class="text-justify">Hoshi’s mother took a deep breath. She doesn’t know, Hoshi loves to write novel since high school. It seems that Hoshi and Afra's relationship is more than just a friend. Ya Allah, hopefully her two children don’t .... </div></p>
Smiling, Afra walked over to Hoshi's father bed. "How does it feel now, sir? ... is not sick right? "
"It's gone the pain of a dock ... just an occasional ... maybe from a surgical wound."
"Right, sir ... Doctor Orthopedi already visit?"
<p><div class="text-justify">Afra opened a bandage at a former surgery site. "Good sir ... the seams have started to dry." She cleaned the wound and changed the bandage after applying the medicine.</div></p>
"Yes," said Hoshi’s father. "It's starting therapy."
"Don’t be afraid to move, sir ... as long as it's not too extreme."
"A lot of Doc pairs of pens?" Hoshi’s mother walked over to her husband's bed.
<p><div class="text-justify">"Eight ... second and third bones ... a lot of fragile bones. So it has to be taken ... the pen is to support the rest of the bone that can be maintained ... all the bones that have been infected with tuberculosis have been taken. "</div></p>
Hoshi’s mother nodded. "Don’t skeep the meal, honey! To get rid of your last surgery. "
Hoshi’s father just smiled at his wife's orders.
Afra joined in a smile, hearing a similar Hoshi’s mother tone of the general who would lead the troops into battle.
<p><div class="text-justify">"Began to be mobilized your body ... later after the next three months, change your tennis with swimming," said Afra before leaving the room.</div></p>
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<p><div class="text-justify">Carefully Afra removed the stitches of her work from the suitcase. She likes the design. When designing clothes and start sewing, she herself doesn’t know if these clothes can be worn.
But her married friend warned to use a long dress with brocade variations. Three musketeers should have photos now. Once satisfied to see her reflection in the mirror, Afra out of the doctor's room.</div></p>
"Wow ... Doctor Afra !!!!! Who do I suppose? " Snapped a nurse, as Afra passing the nurse's room in the surgical ward.
"How do I look?" Asked Afra while spinning a little.
<p><div class="text-justify">Long overalls, deliberately made wide bottom. Coated with long brocade, short brocade didouble. The color of her dress collided with the brocade, making her dress more alive. Makeup worn, showing the natural advantages of her face. She hasn’t been dressed for a long time. It was good to wear different clothes, with the ones she wore every day.</div></p>
Warm Regards
Cici SW
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