Before He Goes
Why Nangis?
...Even if your problem is as high as a mountain...
...Even if your burden is heavy...
...Even if everyone leaves you...
...Calm down...
...Be patient...
...There is a Great God who will never leave....
After being satisfied with crying, Mother put back Elvala Arayna Gistara in the bed to be able to calm down. Trying to take a deep breath to think clearly that Dara does not need tears of sadness from her. But, Dara needs some handling. Dara needs spirit, medical handlers and medicine as soon as possible.
Leukaemia or white blood cell cancer is the most common type of cancer in children and adolescents. Abnormal white blood cells form in the bone marrow, dilating through the bloodstream and urging healthy cells. This increases the body's risk for infection and other problems.
Leukemia does not only bring the sufferer to the end of death. Because of the hundred percent, about eighty percent can be cured. Rayna, who has a very sensitive nature, looks at this problem directly to its worst roots. As it darkened in his mind, Dara would definitely leave him. And he will die slowly because he cannot accept.
Hiks.
Rayna had risen from the bed to get down the bed, but in a sitting position, she again cried staring at the clean wall of the room. Gurgled again, finally submerging the head above both knees, hugging both feet.
"Why is it so hard to be a parent, O God? Is there no other test? Why should it be like this? It feels heavy."
"The words of counsel I have often heard, You will give a test to your truly capable servant. Is it in a position like this, I'm really capable?" monologue itself, raised face staring at the ceiling of the room with eyelids that have swollen, nose and cheeks reddened, the body feels weak as if beaten.
As he cheered with daydreams, trying to make a revolt, his gawa in the bag above the nightstand, rang. Rayna knew the one who contacted her was Adjie. And he was still lazy to talk about this matter to the man who would surely rush to come here to see Dara's condition. Not not unwilling, but he needs time to tell, also to his parents who will definitely be in severe shock.
Rayna wiped away the tears, ending the fruitless daydream. Wearing a pasmina again to cover the black hair that decomposes the length of the sleeve. Get off the bed after changing the mute mode on the phone so as not to be noisy. Dara doesn't like it the most if Rayna is contacted by Adjie.
Rayna stepped slowly, leaving Mother's room that she had used to stay for approximately two hours.
When he opened the room door, he heard Dara playing with Noora with her ex Father-in-law who was kind of exorbitant. Dara can look, Dad's face reddened, his eyes swollen like crying. Looks like, Mommy already told you after Dad arrived from the office.
During Pradipta's divorce from Nancy at four months of their marriage, Pradipta returned to live in the house of Father and Mother and took care of Noora because Nancy said she did not want to take care of the child. The luxurious house that Pradipta bought for Rayna when he married, he left for his ex-wife and Dara.
Pradipta is known to be humorous, many jokingly suddenly quiet after a huge storm comes gnawing at his marriage to Rayna. If there's a big family event, it usually won't come. He was embarrassed and envious to see the familiarity of twin brothers, sisters and cousins who were so happy with a partner and children. Not because they all had no problems, but the Creator who felt suddenly insecure.
"Udah-alah later Brother tired," said Dad stopped Dara who continues to want to play, chasing Mueza, the Himalayan cat owned by Noora.
"Not tired, Cake."
"Udah engos-engosan tuh." wiped the snot slightly out of Dara's nose because this child was also hit by the flu. Dara who felt her body was not feeling well, as if she continued to force to play.
The boy's body was cold and looked tired. From the other direction, it appears Dipta came with two glasses of milk for his daughters to stop playing.
However, before Dipta's step up to the living room, both of his legs were static as he stared at Rayna already out of the room. The look in their eyes whistled at each other. Pradipta wants to offer what drinks Rayna wants to enjoy. But Rayna, cut off eye contact first. Leaving her husband with a flat face, without a smile.
"MOTHER!" the boy cheered happily because from now on he was always in check to enter the room, splashing into the chest Rayna reached out to the neck while asking in the carrying. Father also sparkled to see Rayna, his little nephew very dear to him.
Rayna was all her might holding Dara and kissing her a lot. Tears wanted to come down again, but he forced it to be strong.
"Have you got a headache?" while massaging both of his mother's forehead. Mother who gave that reason for Dara to believe. Dara is a good child, a caring child, a beautiful child, an intelligent child, and the most dear child of God.
"Little bit, son." when it was so dizzy because it kept crying.
Rayna approached Gifali's father to kiss his hand as a sign of respect. The back of the hand that still looks stocky for a long time he did not guarantee to kiss.
"You're strong. Youcan. There is Allah Most Healer ..," said the Father whose eyeballs were wet again, removing his glasses and wiping his tears with his arms.
"Yes, Dad."
"Dad's hands, why?" from behind Rayna's back, Dara meets as she is thrust into a glass of milk with the back of Dipta's hand flushed. Reflexes, all looking. With Rayna.
"So it's hot water." They are not focused on making milk. His mind was floating in an uncertain direction thinking about the fate of Dara. She has lost Rayna, lost her marriage and now she has to face the problem of her first daughter.
Dara quickly came down from her mother's sling, to switch to rubbing Dipta's hand and blowing-nough until foam bubbles from her lips came out.
Pradipta can't pretend to be strong. He pulled the boy into his chest, and closed his eyes. Noora hugged Dipta from behind. "Well, Dad?" ask Noora.
Rayna who had been half bowing before Dad, immediately fell down and Mother held him again because Rayna again cried sobbing.
The sound of the ex-husband's cries made Dara bend her eyebrows thick enough, looking at what was with them?
"Mother and Dad, why, crying?"
Pradipta was silent, hugging Dara who was still standing with a question sentence that he kept on raising. From behind Dara's back, the man opened his eyes, he looked at Rayna who returned hysterically in the arms of Mother.
"Can we get back together to take care of it, Dara, Ay?"
Courage that came out of nowhere can be said in front of both parents and daughters.
Rayna turned her head with a cloudy look, squinting sharp eyes as Noora joined her arms around Dipta and Dara, immediately grinning with a cynical laugh.
"No way, Mom! You've been dead for a long time."
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Patience, yes, Elvala Arayna Gistara.
