25 Years of Father
College Decision
The return of my father was warmly welcomed by Ica. My sister misses both of our parents. He tightly hugged the body of the old man sitting in the car seat. Enthusiasm seeing dad coming. I'm pleased with the return of a healthy-looking father. Although the doctor said if the pain will not heal completely. Will definitely return occasionally before surgery. Hope we all father will soon operation soon.
“Anggia,” the call took me by surprise where I saw my father grimacing in pain. His hand held onto his chest as soon as I panicked.
“ICA, here.” I took my sister down from my father's lap.
“Mamah! Mom!” I shouted to the mamah who seemed busy taking care of things from the car to the house. I'm panicking dad's in pain right now.
Until some people who live at home seem to help lower the father to the room. There I saw mamah helping to massage my father's hand.
The situation continued and the father absolutely insisted on delaying the operation. All the work even had to stop. The doctor asked her to take a complete break without thinking about the burden.
Seemed a deep disappointment on dad's face when he had to quit his job. Where the effort he built hard had to be stopped when the time is still very short it feels to be enjoyed. We are all sad too. Father's struggle is so difficult to have a path like this in search of sustenance. But God immediately asked for everything to be stopped.
Second time I have to go back to the hospital. Here we all cried to find my father on the run directly from work to the hospital. My fear grew even more when I saw the doctor take me back to the ICU.
“God, why do we get tests like this? Why is dad back sick like this?” I cried hugging my sister Ica who was also crying.
“Ica,” call quietly sounds vibrating on dad's lips.
I knew the child that filled my mind the most was Ica because she was so small compared to all of us.
I saw my father asking my sister for a fruit bribe. I just kept quiet. Honestly wanted to be close to my dad. But, somehow I felt like there was a wall that limited our closeness. Even Dad didn't talk to me. He only talked to my sister in between his breaths which looked so difficult.
It wasn't the last experience for me to go back to the hospital. We think that if Dad doesn't work anymore his illness will improve. Apparently not at all. Fathers are relapsing more and more often. Lucky all the work so far I have made an investment and can suffice the lives of all of us.
When I graduated high school, my dad asked me to go to college. At that time I asked for a break to think about the college major I would take. One year I used to work through online while thinking about everything I had to decide.
“How's Anggia?” ask me when it's time for me to decide to go to college.
“I've got Dad's major. I'm going to major in desiner.” For the first time I have expressed a wish. And I saw clearly that father seemed to change the look of his face to become cloudy.
