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The third time I felt guilty, as if hastening someone's death, until yesterday I was forced to hide. A person is suspected of having lung disease, said the midwife, because in the village there were no doctors, only midwives. But someone's nature to buy. He seemed reluctant to seek treatment, and finally his body was thin, his flesh seemed to run out, the skin on his stomach, and his bones were cut right. His body, if he had removed the skin, would look like a cone. Since he was the father of the SS staff, I tried hard to cheer him up, and asked his wife, hither and thither questions.

Fife days ago, he was brought back to the midwife, and the midwife was reluctant to impregnate him, then he was taken to the Harima hospital, but there he refused, because he said, dr. lungs absent from work. The patient was referred to Cibabat Hospital. But Cibabat refused, because there was no room, all full. Finally brought home.

That Saturday night I visited and asked if the sick liked to smoke.

The answer is clear, I really like smoking and coffee. He is an only son, and both of his parents are deceased. There are many rice fields, but they are not capable of working. He once worked in Jakarta, was invited by his fellow villagers, but only lasted 8 months. After that, more often lazy. 

In order to entertain the family, I told him about worms and tobacco, and at the heart of the story, everyone present agreed that tobacco can kill invertebrates such as leeches, centipedes, limus sakeuret, liliput, and other li.

Then I asked again, when was the last sick one smoked?

Yes, about six months ago, after the illness got worse. 

Sorry, who has been supporting the family all this time? I asked. His wife explained that he was the one who struggled to pay for medical treatment and so on, and because of a lack of funds, finally the supply for smoking husbands was stopped. 

I have a feeling, if the doctor calls the room full, or there are no specialists, usually it is rather looking for excuses for patients who are difficult to cure sharia. 

You should not stop smoking, because lung disease is not caused by smoking, but cold allergies, now by smoking, cold lungs are warmed again.

Professor Jamidi said, people who like to smoke can get lung disease, while those who don't like smoking get all kinds of pain.

Then I asked the sick one, would you like to smoke? He nodded his head. 

So it crumpled up a cart, and I gave it, and he smoked until it was finished, and did not cough, and after that he slept soundly. 

I extended some suggestions to everyone present. Try drying it in the sun tomorrow, but it must be 10 noon and no past 11. Love to drink Temu Ireng (black turmeric) and Temu putih (white turmeric), and this is the meeting ireng. Give a glass of coffee but not the sachet, the coffee is boiled, filtered, and given brown sugar. 

All said yes, and I went home.

The next day after Dzuhur, I was summoned by the brother-in-law who was sick, and we talked, including according to his brother-in-law, who was sick, the person was stubborn and bought it. 

Sorry to give him a cigarette last night, because he wanted to test, if the lungs are true, he will cough hard. But you saw for yourself, he did not cough, and smoked until he was finished. 

According to Professor Jamidi alias Ayi Kurnia Iskandar, people who like to smoke can get lung attacks, but those who don't smoke will get various diseases. 

While chatting, someone hurriedly announced that the sick had died. 

Well, now, now. Kuring ngagebeg. 

Long story short, after being prayed for and buried, and I was about to return to Bandung, so after sunset I met his wife, to say condolences, apologize, and others. Weh. 

I thought his wife would be angry, but in fact, he thanked him. 

Duh, I got curated right away, Aa Roy. Wasalam (true story on the night of the gray Saturday and Sunday of mourning).

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