25 Years of Father

Bad hunch

“Anggia, go home Uncle. You should rest. Your body is not strong here.” I shook my head to hear Uncle.

No. gabe. How can I go home and rest being here Daddy is betting his life. I was stubborn this time. I don't want any regrets.

I was in the hospital for two days. This is the hardest day for me. Where since morning, Mamah and I kept alternating crying to see the condition of the father is scary.

Dad's consciousness level is declining. His body temperature was very hot, even his hand that was infused swelled as a result of refusing the medicine. My feelings are getting uncomfortable.

In the ICU room now I sit all the time. I noticed every breath move in Dad's belly that wasn't long. My tears are back.

“God, my father is in pain. Please don't make Dad like this. I ask God to do what You think is good, Lord. I believe all your destiny is best for Dad.” I close my eyes with tears.

I wanted to cry hard, but I couldn't bear to wake up with my voice. It was so hard to see Dad just lying down without talking like this. Ordinary Dad would talk complaining of pain in his body. Not this time. Dad is really helpless.

“Ica, please tell Angga kak well Dek, send him here quickly. Father has decreased his consciousness.” my order to Ica.

My sister obediently came out of the ICu room and sent a message to my husband. I don't care about my phone anymore.

Mom soon entered the ICU. I held Mamah's hand trying to strengthen.

What would Mom be without Dad? It never crossed my mind about this. I can't imagine how we all would be without a sling.

One day we spent crying until at night Dad improved. Me and Mom were relieved. Ajun's brother who accompanied us at the hospital also planned to return tomorrow because Mother was also sick in another city.

Although heavy we release the return of Brother, but we can not be selfish. There is a mother who desperately needs a brother there.

“Patient condition back down.” I limp to hear the nurse giving me the medicine.

Since then I have continued to sit side by side with Ica praying for the miracle of God.

“God, give me a chance to reorganize my relationship with Dad before Dad leaves. I beg you..” my prayer is really very I hope to get a suitable answer.

Long time I was with Ica inside. We held both of Dad's hands. Sometimes our Dad's feet massage slowly. That's what you often ask me, he will ask for in a massage because it often feels sore.

My tears can't stop today. I don't know why my gut feeling is so strong about something that's about to happen.

“Honey,” on my doorstep see Angga coming.

My sister Ica came out immediately because visitors in the ICU room were very restricted.

I cried Angga hugged me while rubbing my father's bare shoulders.

“Dad must be healed. Praying yeah? God can love a miracle for Dad,” I can only nod at Angga's words.

For some reason every time I saw Dad's breath, my mind was compelled to lead him to read the sahadah. I don't believe my thoughts right now. I refrained from trying to think well of Father's destiny.

“No. Dad must have survived. No way Daddy is waiting for me to read shadat.” I said in my heart.