The Doctor & Me

Part 14

"Sayang...", suara Ifkar sayup sayup kedengaran. "Kenapa tidur kat sini ? Come, I'll carry you inside." Tangan Ifkar merangkul tubuh hangat Diana. Diangkat isterinya yang masih dibuai mimpi itu dan dibaringkan atas katil mereka. Tangan Ifkar yang ditindih kepala Diana dibiarkan sahaja agar dia tidur dalam dakapan Ifkar.

In her sleep, she is still beautiful. The prettiest angel. He took her hand and kissed it gently. Their wedding band on her ring finger gave Ifkar a sense of relief. Knowing that he married this woman and she is his. In this life and the hereafter InsyaAllah.

He wish to lay next to her like that forever but he has not shower and is pretty sure Diana won't be pleased to know he slept without cleaning himself after a day of work in the hospital. The germs and bacteria he carried around on his clothing would be plenty enough to give one of them upper respiratory tract infection.

He carefully lift her head and removed his almost numb right hand. The weight of Diana's head on his arm cuts off the circulation. As soon as the pressure is removed, he felt the surge of blood returning to his fingers. He clenched and unclenched his fingers a couple of time to reduce the numbness.

"Eh.. bila awak balik ?" Diana blinks and tries to focus on his face. She must have felt asleep on the couch while waiting for him to be home.

"Baru je." He said without looking at her. Then he rises and unbuttons his shirt, removing them and throwing them into the laundry basket Diana placed next to the towel rack. He took his green towel and wraps it around his waist before removing his pant.

Ifkar was about to disappear into the toilet when he felt a tug on his towel. He turn to see Diana holding the material. "Kenapa ?" He noticed her complexion looking a bit dull. "You tak sihat eh ?", he spoke gently and full of love, worrying over her. He was about to kneel and examine her closely.

Sekelip mata, Ifkar dah terjelepok di tepi katil. Diana tiba tiba sahaja menolak Ifkar hingga terjatuh dan berlari sepantas kilat memasuki tandas. Ifkar yang terpempan kemudian memahami tindakan Diana setelah dia mendengar isterinya muntah muntah.

He went next to her kneeling in front of the toilet bowl. He gathers her hair and hold it back as she vomits continuously. Then he rubs her back, whispering words of comfort. He knows Diana hates vomiting the most. She always did in the past because of frequent skipping meals and stress.

After she was done, he took her to the bed and let her rest. "I slept and missed lunch and dinner." She explained. They did that a lot lately. Explaining without having the other asking first. "Okay. After I mandi, I'll fix somwthing for you." He gently touch her hair, removing them from covering her face. She looked very tired he thought to himself.

Ifkar quickly showered and made Diana instant porridge. She needs something to eat while he make dinner. Why starve a already starving person. Instant porridge will do while he figures healthier meal to cook. He fed her the 1 minutes porridge he made with help from the amazing wonder of the century, a microwave.

"I can't believe you feed me instant porridge. You are a very terrible doctor.", Diana jokes weakly. Ifkar yang terhibur dengan lawak Diana ikut ketawa. She can be on her death bed and still make jokes about everything. Just to see her loved one smiles.

"Makan je lah. Banyak songeh pulak." He pinched her nose. She slaps his hand away and dutifully eats. "I pergi masak okay." She nods and continue sipping the porridge. She felt better no longer tasting sour vomitus in her mouth.

"You masak apa ?" Diana finished her porridge and came to see Ifkar frying something. Whatever it is , it smells good. She felt her stomach grumble wanting to have some of those sweet smelling food Ifkar is making.

"Oh nothing. Just Cajun-spiced chicken spaghetti." He replied before concentrating on making his food. "Did you finish the porridge ?" Diana replied a gullible yes. She felt bad for falling asleep, not making him dinner and being sick.

"Sit down. I'm almost done. Eat some more." Ifkar instructed. Diana sits at the table. She watched her husband making dinner. He looks attractive when he is concentrating. She enjoys watching the view of his back. He is not bulky muscular eventhough he frequents the gym. He is not thin and he is not fat. He is just enough to be the best for a backhug.

Ifkar placed a plate of spaghetti in front of Diana. Then he come back with another and took a sit opposite Diana. They eat silently before Ifkar clears his throat and start nagging Diana to look after herself better. It can't be helped. Doctors make the worst patient. Her stubborness not wanting to see a doctor and get proper check up is relatable.

She took Panadol before retreating to the room and sleep early hoping to feel better tomorrow.