Before He Goes

Patience.

Sometimes Rayna turned to Dipta who was standing in the trees of the school garden, a little away from him because he was picking up the phone from Ajeng and Nancy who asked about the news of Noora.

"Sister! Brother!" exclaimed Noora who continued to stand on the frame of the classroom door by waving her hands. That kid is so cute and adorable. Several times Dara approached to be brought in but the child did not want to, only able to disturb like that. The teacher had not yet entered, but all the children were orderly waiting in their respective seats.

"That's your sister?" ask Adam.

"Yes, Dam," replied Dara to her colleague who was staring at Noora.

"What pain did you get for so long?"

"The flu."

"The flu?"

"Hem."

"Flu illness for days." without Dara knowing, Adam also did not go to class because the illness was four days, but first he entered and missed Dara.

"Udah ah don't bring it." Dara looks lazy in her questioning.

Adam laughed softly as he felt that he was disturbing Dara who started to open the bag, taking out the textbook. "It's chocolate for you." Adam took out the chocolate from the table drawer.

"My mouth is bitter, Dam." refused.

"Yes for your sister." seeing Adam so kind to Noora, Dara smiled. "Thank you, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah." Dara got up from her chair, stepped closer to Noora and gave her a chocolate bar. "Just Dad, yeah. Not here, Dek," said Dara to Noora who wants her to stick in the frame of a class like a silang sangit door.

"In cinih ajah, mauh iyatin Brother." Dara whose body was still weak forced strong to stay afloat today following the lesson.

"Later you get angry with my teacher's mother" he said again as he opened the chocolate wrap that Adam gave and immediately put into Noora's lips.

"Hem .. delicious," Noora said happily.

"Become!" rayna exclaimed from outside the class who was sitting in the waiting seat as a code not to pay too much attention to Noora because she had to stay in class.

Dara instead took Noora to approach Rayna and the child while holding back the steps. "My mom used to be, yeah."

Noora shook her head in fear, she slightly hid behind Dara's arm. "Mother don't dong dong that face. Kasian, Adek, Mom."

Rayna took a small breath.

"Where-to-go?" fluttering in the other direction, it quickly stopped when it had found Dipta to hand over Noora. However, when he wanted to call his father, Mother Medina, almost arrived at the classroom door, making Rayna rise from sitting to get closer.

"Sit here, yeah. Wait for Dad." Dara forced Noora to sit by herself. Dara then stepped into the classroom past the shoulders of Mother Medina and Rayna who were talking important about Dara's condition.

"In the Lord, Ma'am. I'll help you pray, Dara."

"Thank you very much, Mom."

Medina's mother bailed into the classroom and Rayna returned to her original place. His forehead shriveled as he looked at Noora whose lips were smeared with chocolate, still looking afraid to see her but while straining.

"You're eek, huh?" ask Rayna.

Scared, Noora nodded. "Wear pressers, right?"

Noora shook her head. "Keep why in the pants!" although Rayna's eyeballs feel horror because the smell that began to sting but his hands involuntarily work. He took the boy into the bathroom.

"Good Dad, Mom." Noora's great-granddaughter softly as her pants full of puppies opened Rayna. When Noora called her Mom, why did she look so cute to this child?

"Same old, Mother, yes. Your father called again, not to be confused." Noora hugs Rayna's stomach and the woman starts cleaning Noora's butt. Enoora Atalia Hadnan, from infancy never felt the warmth of a mother.

While focusing on cleaning Noora who made Rayna's gown a little wet, Dipta came to open the bathroom door because when Rayna took Noora, the man saw and still called.

"Who's the same phone, Mas?" the murmur was only in reply to a smile by Dipta who was so happy because Rayna still had a conscience to Noora.

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"Dad ... Mother." the child groaned softly as he closed his eyes in the lap Dipta while being stuck the needle infusion on the back of the right hand by the Nurse at the Cancer Hospital after consulting with Doctor Lia, Oncology Specialist, geisha Companions.

"Patience, Son. Patience." The ditta holds it full of shahdu. His eyelids are condensing. Because Dara did not want to be laid in bed. So he remained in the lap of the Creator accompanied by Rayna next to him. The woman also held Noora who had been sleeping since she was in the car.

"Dad! Mama!" the thrill again because the spray of the drug in the infusion liquid that quickly flows into the blood vessels makes a painful effect in the stomach.

"Yes, Son. Patience" his parents replied at the same time. The hearts of Dipta and Rayna are so sad. If you can ask God, they are the only ones who are sick.

"Don't cry, we must be strong" whispered Dipta softly to Rayna whose tears began to fall on Noora's cheeks.

"But you're crying too, Mas," Rayna replies when the man is able to say a lie.

"Hiuwe ...."

"Let's throw up, son. To the shirt, Dad, it's okay."

"Huwe ..." The effect of the chemotherapy process will indeed give a great nausea and longing to vomit. Dara chose to smother her mouth and shake.

"If you wanna puke, it's okay, yeah, Deck. Don't hold it" said the nurse who was preparing to leave the chemo room.

"Yes, Sus." with great difficulty, Dara answered politely. He continued to pray and Rayna recited. Ask Allah that Dara be strengthened.

"Wait twenty minutes, yes, sir, Mom. After this liquid is gone. The second bottle will be replaced" said the nurse pointed to the infusion hanging not far from their side

"Good, Sus. Thank you very much" Rayna and Dipta replied.

Dipta's hand stretched out to the end of Rayna's shoulder, close the woman's body which shook violently because it could not hold the sob. "Our son, Mas ...."

"Patience, Ay. Patience."

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The first day of chemotherapy, the back of Dara's hands have been seen the traces of blue needles infusion which when the transfer of fluid into the body, blood vessels Dara swell. The boy managed to vomit right in the father's shirt. Fortunately, Dipta's clothes were successfully cleaned with water and wet tissue. Sweat pours out as Dara's tears continue to fall. He also shouted when he found his hair began to fall out a lot.

"Feel feeling that I have a cold, aunty Geisha never used to cure me like that, Mom," said Dara who began to calm down from crying. Her tears had subsided as Rayna continued to wipe with tissue.

"His pillows are a little wayward, son," Rayna replied in a loud voice.

Dara shook her head firmly, sipping snot that wanted to come out. "Just tomorrow-tomorrow don't want ah like this anymore. My hands are on pain, Mom." Dara shows both backs of her hands that are attached to the plaster covering the syringe marks to Rayna.

"Patience, yes, son. Sickness is okay, the important thing is that Dara is healed." Rayna brought Dara into the chest to kiss the baby's head.

"But the pain is not a little, ma'am. So much." Dara thaws, hastily rubbed his arms so that the child does not cry anymore.

"Remember what Dad said? If Dara is patient. I'm buying Deborah's house."

Dara's smile was immediately plastered. Dara began to calm down because Rayna's embrace was very warm. The two women are still faithfully waiting for Dipta and Noora to return from the Pharmaceutical Installation for Dara's drinking medicine at home.

"The shampoo is like a change of course, ma'am. Masa, my hair is falling out like this." Dara thrust her hands up, quickly rubbed her mane. "Tuh, Mum. Look." Rayna held back as much as she could when Dara showed her hair in the palm of her hand.

"Yes, Son. I'll change sampo---"

"Davra!" rayna's voice stopped when her son's name was called. The mother and son turned their heads, especially Dara who was stunned when she found a man of her age with an infusion pole.

"Adam."

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