DESTINY LINE

14.

Arrived where the day the doctor decided for me to have surgery, the day before I came to this hospital. The doctor suggested that I stay the night, with the permission of my parents, I also agreed with the doctor's words. The first day I was in the hospital I was alone, my son had I left it to my mother, and my husband??? he's stupid, hehe. maybe even he's happy there's no me at home, the freer he thinks.

Today at exactly 14.00 hours my schedule for surgery, yes in my little heart there must be a desire for someone to accompany me after the operation later. But there's no way I think my mother is struggling to keep my son at home I have to be strong... I'm just crying myself out. Before the surgery was done there were some files that should have been signed by the patient's family, that's where my little crybaby heart was churning. God, I want to shed tears but I'm ashamed.

My husband went somewhere, he reasoned his work could not stay. But let it be, I'm used to it without it. It was my time for surgery, my fear, my nelangsa, all one. I don't know how long I was in the operating room, until I woke up I didn't know what time it was.

Next to me I glimpsed my son who was carried by my mother, yes .. My eyes still blurred the effects of drugs. Glad that my heart they love me and care about me.

In the inpatient room there were 6 patients, they also had just run the operation. The illness is all kinds, not just like me. A man approached me, he was the husband of another patient who was also treated there. She asked "your own mother, was her child with her mother yes then her husband where?", confused in my mind. I replied "my husband is out of town sir" . The conversation stopped because I did not want to continue, what his wife said later.

In the distance I saw a bunch of people heading towards me, yes, they came. What dreams do they remember me, want it to feel like I slapped my husband. Who was never responsible for me and his son. He came with an attitude that was like fine. Tanoa felt guilty all this time did not accompany me in a state of pain.

Three days I stayed at the hospital, this afternoon I was able to go home said the doctor. But I have to finish the administration first, duh.nelangsa feeling continues until now. Even to take care of the administration, no one helped me, My parents could not because I had already burdened my son on them. I had to take care of all the hospital administration myself, with a drip pole that I had to carry everywhere. Shame for sure, how not all eyes are on me. A look that exudes pity, I don't want to be pityed.🍃