The Midnight Radio
Episode 2

"Welcome I say to the listeners of the Middle Night Story Radio Rebel Bandung 12.08 FM who just joined. One song from Fort Minor I dedicate to listeners everywhere. Happy listening and don't go anywhere."

I turned off the mic and opened the headphones after the song intro sounded. My eyes looked at Gia and Remi who were sitting in their seats. My memories returned to this morning after Gia half forcefully, asking us to gather at her house.

Our first broadcast a few nights ago made me feel scared to continue this program. Remi felt the same way. We were both super cowards for things that went beyond reason and asked Gia for the program to stop.

Unfortunately, Gia disagreed with us and remained determined to continue this program because of the enthusiastic view of all listeners. His position as a broadcast producer gave him full rights to keep making sure the program was running. And as a broadcaster under him, inevitably I can only submit to follow. That's why, Wednesday night, the three of us are already gathered in the broadcast room.

"Yeay, Where'd You Go from Fort Minor has accompanied us all. Welcome back to the listeners who have just arrived. I am currently connected to our staff. Huh hello? Please introduce yourself."

"Good night Inoxu Tea. I am Karin from Cibiru" said a voice at the end of the connection.

"Karin Tea Night. Please, what story to share with the listeners?"

"I am a nurse in a private hospital that is quite famous in the city of Bandung. I served in the Obgyn section, Teh. A few days ago, something happened that made me incredibly sad."

"Where are you?"

"Ahead of the night, a patient is escorted from the IGD to the Obgyn room for treatment. The patient was a middle-aged woman who was pregnant. The case, severe nausea vomiting resulting in dehydration and gastric injuries. From the beginning of his arrival, the IGD nurse who escorted the patient had looked strange. After the patient handover procedure, the IGD nurse did not go back there immediately but instead stopped at the nurse counter. When I asked what was going on, the nurse seemed to cry.

He told me that the woman he had just brought here was brought by his husband in a rickshaw. The couple had been married for twenty years and were pregnant this time. His wife's frail condition made the husband recklessly pedaling rickshaws almost tens of kilometers because many hospitals refused."

"Defuse me why, Tea?" many quick.

"Refused to take care of the wife because the hospitals were asking for a deposit for the treatment rooms. Sadly, they are from among the unable and also do not have BPJS. Until finally, they arrived at this hospital and were fortunately accepted."

"Sorry Tea, I cut it off for a second. The average hospital is so rich? I mean, patients who want to be treated have to put a deposit as collateral?" manya curious.

"Yes, Tea. Usually it is. For general patients are required to deposit while for patients BPJS users do not. Actually, patients can still be served as long as there is a Certificate of Not Being Capable (SKTM). Unfortunately, they did not know and came to the hospital without any preparation" explained Karin.

"How come?"

"In this hospital they are accepted and advised to immediately take care of the SKTM. SKTM itself applies only to one outpatient or hospital stay."

"Help the patient managed to take care of SKTM?" ask again.

"Yes Tea. The next day, he came to the hospital with an SKTM."

"Alhamdulillah, how are the patients?" I felt a sudden relief appear.

"O Allah" I said.

"Luckily there are some people who take turns to look at patients and bring food. At that time I was more sure, in the most difficult conditions, God always gives fortune through anyone."

"Great thistles. Rejeki there is already a measure for everyone," I reply.

"Well this is the peak, Tea. This morning, the patient's husband came to see us and asked what he should do if he wanted to bring the patient home. We were asked, so confused because there was no order to return the patient from the treating doctor. The patient's condition has not been recovered one hundred percent, Tea."

"Do you want to take it home?"

"Because the patient's husband said he couldn't keep redeeming the medicine. To eat is difficult, especially plus must be boiled medicine," replied Karin.

"Astagfirullah. And finally home?"

"Back of Tea, having previously signed a letter of return at his own request. I can't say that her husband is selfish. Their situation is difficult. We want to help you also have limitations."

"Yes too. Each person has their own needs," I said miris.

"Makanya Teh, I'm so sad. If I had more luck, I wouldn't think long enough to help. Moreover, my profession is demanding to meet patients of all kinds. Most of them are not capable."

I stared at the wall clock and decided to end the conversation. "Teh Karin, natur nohun already wants to share his story. May Teteh and also the listeners all be given health huh?" my words held a vibration to the sound as the sadness suddenly slipped in.

"Sama-sama Inoxu Tea. Thank you for being allowed to share your story here. May Inoxu Tea and others always be healthy" Karin replied.

I saw the connection cut off and refocused on the listeners.

"In this country, the phrase 'Poor people are forbidden to be sick' can be completely true. Miris did hear the story of Karin Tea. Conditions mediocre, again pregnant young, falling ill and others. But believe me, willing in any form, that windfall will always be there. My prayer for the patient and her husband, may he always be given health and also a bountiful fortune that is a blessing. Aamiins.

One song from Extreme with More than Words will cover the Story of Midnight this time. I'm Inoxu, and the colleagues on duty resigned themselves. See you Friday at 11pm and have a good rest for all the listeners. Wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

I turned off the mic and removed the headpone. For a moment, I was silent to withstand the strange tremors in my heart. Gia and Remi seemed to feel the same way as well.

"Anything is a patient? Not dear, so long waiting to get pregnant, pregnant even enter the hospital," said Gia Lirih.

I nodded in silence. Long enough the three of us were silent in the broadcast room as my eyes stared at the clock that was already showing at one in the morning.

"Home ah," I stood up and stuffed my personal belongings into the bag. Gia and Remi just nodded and followed what I did. In a few minutes, I was outside the building, taking a deep breath and enjoying the coldness that was hitting my face.