25 Years of Father

The Father's Situation is Worsening

The distance between me, my mother, and my father brought us back together with a disaster. Where I'm being rushed to the hospital right now. I cried when my uncle took me to the hospital. There I saw many fathers in pairs of medical devices while screaming. Mama even cried apologizing continuously to my father. I don't know what's going on. In front of me I saw my father shed tears and mamah hugging him. I really don't know what's going on with them. I just stood guarding my sister beside my father. My sister is getting bigger now. It appears that my father closed his eyes can no longer control the effects of drugs.

Mom kept crying in fear. The doctor said the father's illness was serious enough. The alcohol he often consumed in his youth and the cigarettes that so dad did continuously make his body no longer strong against pain.

I'm honestly disappointed to hear that. Why is he so unloved about his body. Even when dad was sick like this our age was very small. We can't afford to have you leave so soon.

“Anggia, you go home take care of your sister well? Mamah should accompany your father in the hospital.” Without refuting I can only nod. My sister couldn't sleep in the hospital. I finally returned home after wiping my father's forehead which was closed at this time.

Mamah is really messed up looking at this moment.

“Kak, dad napa?” ask my sister named Ica.

I think he knows because his tears seem to be inundated in his eyelids. It turned out that tears were just a sign that he was carried away by the mamah atmosphere that was crying continuously.

“Daddy hurts. Ica don't cry sleeping with sister huh? Later dad also cry if ica cry.” My sister nodded her head.

Immediately I became a good brother to my sister. Take a shower and eat, I take care of it. I can say that I am very loving with children.

The next day I happened to have another semester off. Where can I take care of my sister. I don't know why in the morning I heard my uncle calling me in front of the house. Well I and Ica are currently living in a one-city father's house with where I live school.

“Anggia! The ica! Open door!” Shouts and pounding on the door of the house made my little brother run open the door. I also followed seeing uncle standing with his anxious face.

“What's up, Uncle?” my many.

“Quick. Clean up your luggage. We're going to the hospital. Your father wants to be referred out of town.” Without asking much more, I ran quickly to the room with the bag I had prepared. My sister ran into the car.

My chest feels so tight right now. Fear filled my mind at this moment. I really feel very scared. Along the way I held my sister's hand. The car was so fast moving towards the hospital. Uncle was very kind and attentive to us. In fact, we feel very rarely have a family whose affection is so great with us.

“Anggia,”

“Mamah,” mamah hugged me cupped my face. Her tears kept coming I saw.

“Dad is okay, Mah?” ask with tears that also flow.

The other family saw the current state of the father.

“Mamah has to go take your father to the hospital. You take care of Ica, huh? Trust your sister, Anggia.” I could only nod not daring to comment anything. I honestly really want to come at this time.

I don't know what to do. Mama might be burdened if I come with my sister. I relented to stay there waiting for the good news. We are accompanying a very fast ambulance to the airport. There, the husband and wife's father's friend also escorted him to the hospital. They're really very nice people. I'm really grateful to see you have someone as good as them. Even mamah talk if they pay their own air tickets without paying mamah pay. They sincerely want to take dad to the destination hospital.

“Dad, the strong. Dad must be cured.” In front of the airport I hugged kissing my father's forehead before the ambulance headed for the plane. I saw that father's pale face just nodded and shed tears. I know that what you're thinking about most right now is Ica. The smallest son and father would be most afraid to leave if my sister was a child.

“Jaga your sister, Anggia. Watch him. Don't make you cry.” I couldn't help but cry at my father's words.

God, don't let this be the last time I see you. No matter how hard you are, I am not ready to lose you. I'm not ready to live without one parent.

While waiting for the plane to take you, I could only cry staring at the field that was visible from outside the airport. There it all started coming in. Doctors, nurses, mama and their father's friends got on the plane. Slowly I saw the iron object begin to move and climb to a height. Until I was covered in clouds of fear I could only take it home.

Ica whose age is still relatively small, sometimes likes to cry. I can only entertain him by taking him on a walk to buy him a kutex. Well, my sister really likes coloring her nails. Every day when afternoon comes my sister will definitely charge for kutex shopping. I don't mind as long as he stays with me. Mom's calling every now and then asking Ica.

Even there my three brothers have come. They're the sons of my first wife. Mamah told me the arrival of brother and mother was welcomed happily by father. Mom sent her pictures there. One week in the care of the father's condition is getting better. I am also glad to hear it.

I hope my father and mother come home soon and we all live a quiet life. May this be the first time for a very scary sick dad. I don't want any more time. I don't want to hear you in pain anymore. It's okay if I have to be sick with all my father's treatment of me. I wouldn't be willing to hurt Dad's body. I've had enough fatigue at work at his old age. I can't stand it if you have to fight the disease in his old body.