Don't Take My Son

Don't Take My Son
The Best Father's



Rafael is still holding Rakha and does not want to put his favorite son to bed, although mama Kharisa has reminded him many times, because Rakha is still not well asleep. His body is still an angel, but the temperature has dropped compared to when Rafael came to meet his son. Rafael had asked Rakha fever history to mama Kharisa. The cause of Rakha fever is due to Viral Infection. Had suspected because of Typhoid fever, because in Indonesia this case often occurs and is considered as an ordinary disease, but the cycle of fever did not lead to typhoid. And Rafael did not give any additional medicine to his son, enough medicine to reduce the heat, his fever was also only one day. Fortunately Rakha still wants to drink water and vanilla flavored milk, although not as much as usual.


"Here let me put Rakha to bed in the room." Kharisa came from the middle room, he looked fresher and had changed clothes, after Faisal left he immediately took a bath and performed Ashar prayers.


"It's good as it is, I just put it to bed in the room." Rafael immediately walked into Kharisa's room as if he was used to entering the room of his son who was also the room of the woman he loved, Kharisa followed him.


Rafael carefully laid Rakha on the bed and sure enough his deep sleep was not disturbed as his body was laid down. He kissed his son's forehead with great affection and this sight did not escape the attention of Kharisa, there was a sense of haru in his heart to see how Rafael loved their beloved son so much. But in his heart there was a sense of pain when remembering the attitude and words of Rafael's mother, so that he decided to give up on not going to fight to be with Rafael, even asking Faisal to be Rakha's father. How would Rafael feel knowing his decision to give up. There was no clear crystal inundating his eyes and almost fell on his cheeks, but he immediately wiped his eyes when he heard Rafael's voice say his name.


" sa....Risa, are you ok? "Ask Rafael with a face full of worry. " Did mom hurt you?" Looks like Rafael doesn't know what happened between his mama and Kharisa. When she came to the restaurant where she met Kharisa with her mother, she did not find both, she did come too late. He immediately contacted Kharisa but was not appointed, then contacted his mother, her mother said the meeting with Kharisa was over.


"Mommy's on the way to the hospital, mom wants to see Vania in her mess, mom is waiting for you too." Mommy said on the phone. At that time Rafael was amazed, why was his mother's meeting with Kharisa so short? Though he had tried as soon as possible to come to see the two, but it turned out that there was no. He also repeatedly contacted Kharisa but was not appointed as well, of course, making him worried and suspicion that Kharisa was not okay, and his mother still did not want to accept Kharisa.


"Sa, how was the meeting with mom earlier? What did mom talk to you? Why didn't you answer my phone? You're okay, right?"


A series of questions came out of Rafael's mouth because of his predicament, plus Kharisa's wet eyes made him more sure something happened between his mother and Kharisa, surely his mother hurt Kharisa again. Wanting her to embrace Kharisa to show whatever her mother said, she would always be by Kharisa's side, but surely Kharisa would reject her.


"Dady...uh....." Rakha called out to her dady with her arms outstretched, but her eyes closed. Apparently Rakha is delirious, it seems like he is dreaming with his dady. Raphael immediately approached the small body lying on the bed and grabbed it.


"Dady here baby" he said as he rubbed his son's forehead. Kharisa also came closer, since he came he had not had time to hug his son because he had been in his dady sling.


"The body is still fever, the temperature was still 38, two hours more if it has not come down can be given the medicine to reduce the heat again. If the fever does not go down for three days, we check the blood, worry typhoid or dengue fever (dengue fever), now the case starts high." Said Rafael, still holding his son. Kharisa just nodded his head, he believed in Rafael as a doctor. What he heard about the grapevine from patients and families of patients who had been to the general practitioner's polyclinic, he said there was a new doctor, both, attention and care with patients, saucy again, his name is doctor Rafael, he said, giving the cure is not much, just a heat and vitamin reducer, even more explanation how to handle at home.


Indeed, that's how Rafael's doctor, he is very caring for his patients, not just giving drugs let alone to children. In the country where he demanded medical science is like that, not carelessly giving drugs, such as antibiotics, must be clear first through the examination of the support that the patient really has a bacterial infection. Unlike in the country where it is now, sometimes doctors easily give antibiotics to patients who have a fever, but it is not clear what the cause is, maybe the patient quickly healed but usually will be susceptible to pain again. And Rafael remained consistent with his scientific principles, even though there were patients again asking for patent medicine, because his child's fever had not yet gone down, he still gives the drug as needed and gives an explanation again until the patient understands.


And now his own son who was sick, of course the best he did, and he did not want to spend a moment to always be by his son's side, even though his son was sound asleep. Kharisa was at Rakha's side, sitting leaning against the wall, while Rafael was leaning against the bed rest, but they kept quiet, not wanting to disturb Rakha, afraid that he would wake up, though Rafael was curious to ask and get an explanation from Kharisa, but he held himself back.


"Momy...." Coinciding with the adzan maghrib, Rakha awakens.


"Yes baby...." Kharisa who was playing his HP instantly stored his HP and approached Rakha, sitting on the bed next to Rakha.


"Hey.my boy, you're awake, so much sleep." Rafael kisses Rakha's forehead.


"Dady's not with me?" Rakha's face looks happy to see the dady is still nearby. Rafael smiled and nodded his head.


"So I dream dady purgi not ngajak me, I call dady, tlus I cry, I enter the room, uh dady is in my kamal." Apparently Rakha was dreaming until delirious calling her dady.


"The plomise?"


" Of course, I promise." Raphael lifted up his fingers and kissed his son again.


"Momy why long time back home, I'm the same dady call momy but not lifted." Rakha said.


"I'm sorry momy, was momy again on the road, then met Om Isal."


"Is There Isal? I want to see Om Isal Momy" Rakha sat down, he seemed to have improved, seemed excited, did not look limp like before.


" Om Isal again in Wa Dini, momy will tell you to come here, Rakha is good, right? I don't have a fever anymore, do I?" Kharisa put the back of his hand on Rakha's forehead, it did not feel hot anymore


"I'm cured momy, not hot anymore, isn't it Dady?"


"We check first, yeah." Rafael picks up a digital thermometer on the table, clamping it in Rakha's armpit.


"Yes the temperature has gone down, 37.4°C is normal but still to be observed." Rafael. "But Rakha can't get out of bed first either."


"Sa, I want to wipe Rakha and change her clothes, it's wet with sweat." Said Rafael to Kharisa.


"Let me wipe it, you pray first."


"Let me, please just get the warm water, the towels and the clothes, too." Rafael does not want to miss taking care of his son, Kharisa did not argue, he went to the kitchen to prepare warm water to wipe Rakha. It turns out Rafael is trying to be The Best Father for Rakha.


"Rakha was wiped with Dady well, let's take off his shirt." With slowly Rafael undressed Rakha who was soaked in sweat.


"But after wiping I want to meet Om Isal ya Dady, I want to use the celita Uwais Al Qolni again, later if it is already good, I want to like Uwais Al Qolni." Now Rakha's babbling has begun, meaning he has improved, there is a feeling of relief in Rafael's heart, he said, but it turns out that his chest rumbled to hold back the jealousy that always came when he heard the name Faisal called Kharisa and his son, let alone had he seen Kharisa coming home with Faisal.


"Yes later run out in the sea, Rakha can meet Om Isal."


seriated.