Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

It's about Diyara.

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🌻AT 14:40

30 Minutes passed, there was still no sign of the sisters calling us to take the results of the ultrasound and X-ray that we had done for our daughter a moment before.

Up to 5 minutes later ...

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Son of Diyara Syakira Princess Anggoro ...

Mas Dimas instantly approached the results retrieval counter.

"Father, this result please take it back to the doctor who examined your daughter" said the current hospital employee.

Mas Dimas looked to nod.

"Let's go back to Dr. Ryan's room" asked Dimas against me who was still sitting glued to my sleeping little daughter.

And we also walked to the room in question at this time, mas Dimas immediately approached a nurse who had just come out of the room Dr. Ryan.

After making our point, the nurse led us into the doctor's room. And the Doctor who recognized us immediately told us to sit down and immediately say,

"Hows it? Have the results come out?"

"Already Doc," said mas Dimas firmly while handing a large brown envelope containing the results of tests on Diyara.

The doctor seemed to be focusing on observing. Sometimes he blurted his breath length while nodding his mind.

"How's Doc?" tanya mas Dimas after a while still did not hear the statement from the doctor.

The doctor looked at our faces one by one then said, "Okay, everything is clear ... Diyara suffered from Congenital Heart Disease in this case called Coarctation of the aorta ...

... Coarctation of the aorta is the narrowing of the heart's aorta or major blood vessels and the largest vessels, this narrowing can cause increased blood pressure and damage to the heart. This condition makes the muscles in the left chamber (ventricle) of the heart work harder to pump blood out of the heart. If left untreated, this condition will make the heart wall thicken, the heart muscle weakens, and trigger heart failure."

"Then what should we do Doc?" mas Dimas said back as his hand continued to sweep my shoulder which looked anxious and shocked.

"Thankfully, the disease is known early. Treatment and treatment of heart disease can be started earlier, so the chances of treatment success will be higher."

"So??" mas Dimas guessed the doctor's intent.

"For cases like this, surgery is the only way to treat the patient's condition. The method is called Resection with end-to-end anastomosis, which is cutting the narrowed part and connecting the two ends of the blood vessels."

And I imagine it's just not possible, "Sorry I'm going out Doc..!!!" lirihku immediately rushed out without waiting for the doctor to answer.

"Darling wait ...

... Okay, isn't surgery at risk in our new 1-month-old baby Doc?" mas Dimas asked again to confirm the action to be taken after making sure I would wait for him outside.

"Certainly risky but will be much more risky if late handling is done."

"Then how should we?"

"Prepare Diyara to undergo surgery, let me know if Lyra's mother is sincere. Once again Mr. Dimas, there's no time to wait."

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🌻21:00 SENTRA AMBASSADOR RESIDENCE

Dirga looks slumbering in her baby box. And now I, Diyara and Mas dimas are laying in bed together.

We were staring at our Diyara at this moment,

He seemed to be asleep with breath puffing ...

Sometimes he moves his hands or feet as if surprised only then he fell asleep again ...

"Diyara is beautiful, is it Mas?" my word.

"Very beautiful" said Mas Dimas, as his hand continued to stroke Diyara's arm.

"His face is very similar to yours Mas, his eyes, his lips, his nose ..."

"No, his nose looks like yours. Also this smile and his forehead, very similar to yours, dear," Dimas continued to say as if trying to make me smile.

And I finally smiled ...

"Pretty."

"Hemm," I'm raising my head now.

"Diyara is beautiful like you," said Mas Dimas did not take his look on my face.

"At a time like this you can still tease me."

"Mas only speaks what I see. You two are both beautiful, oh yes also Mayra, the 3 of you are the angels of Mas."

"Yeah." Yeah."

"Who would have thought Mas, behind Diyara's delicate body, there was something strange in there," I see no tears begin to drip in the corner of my eyes.

"Sabar Sayangg ..," mas Dimas began to hold my hand now.

"What's our fault Mas, until Allah gives us a test as heavy as this? Why am I not the only one who feels pain. Why should our little daughter whose body is not even fully perfect. Why Mas??" I lifted my body from the bed, I sat on the side of the bed and sobbed with bolsters covering my face.

And mas Dimas came up to me, instantly removing the bolster that covered me and immediately hugging me.

"Don't be prejudiced against Allah, he gives a test because he feels we are capable of dealing with him. Testing is another way God loves us. And we are just enough to strive, pray and be patient for the test that HE gives."

I nodded confirming all the words of Dimas. I'm sinking my face on Dimas' shoulder right now.

"Today you may cry as much as you can, but tomorrow you must stand stronger to accompany Diyara, okay?" sternly mas Dimas with his hands continued to wash my head.

And I nodded again.

"What time will the operation be performed tomorrow?" shirihku.

"At 2 pm, and Diyara had to fast for 7 hours before the operation was performed."

"What if Diyara thirsts Mas??" my word's back.

"The procedure is like that Dear, since Diyara's body will be completely sedated tomorrow, we must be patient for Diyara's recovery, Diyara should not drink milk from 7 am, okay!!!" said Mas Dimas to make sure that I have to be able to withstand my insolence tomorrow.

I nodded back and sobbed.

And Dimas tightened his arms even more, until a voice ...

Oek ... Oek .. Oek ...

"I want to breastfeed Diyara,"

"Yes" and Dimas released the hand that locked me.

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🌻13:30 RSIA SENTRA DUTA INSANI

And I'm in the treatment room right now, with Mr and Mas Dimas by my side. I'm focusing at home with Dirga and Mayra.

Because of having to fast, Diyara looks fussy at this time, since then she continues to cry. And we tried to win Diyara.

And the father continued to sweep my shoulders, he looked silent. But I know you're sad to see me, to see your grandson without blaming fate.

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And finally the appointed time came, a nun came to our room, she undressed Diyara and immediately grabbed Diyara's tiny body, about to take my daughter to the operating room. Diyara seemed to keep crying there, she must be thirsty, my inner being.

"Wait for sus, let me carry my daughter to the operating room" I said.

After a while of thinking, he allowed me.

My little princess ...

I'm sorry you had to let you go to a room that must have made you sick,

You are a gift entrusted for 9 months in Rahin Mommy ...

You eat what you eat ...

You feel what Mother feels ...

Until you were born, though,

How happy Mother is to stare and have you ...

And Mother again is only a servant who follows every destiny that SHE prepares.

Delivering you to that room, what a whip in the mind of Mother.

Worried we didn't breathe together afterwards.

But this is life, though,

Mother is only able to strive, pray and be patient.

Do not forget to be positive thinking on every thing that happens and Alloh set.

Fight on Honey ...

Mother, Father, sister Mayra, Dirga, Uti, Akung are also anti-anti waiting for your presence and laughter back, my heart.

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