Don't Take My Son

Destinies

Kharisa could only cry imagining the state of his son that he had not seen what his condition was. He and Rafael and his papa were in the doctor's room, just got an explanation from the doctor who treated Rakha about the last condition of his favorite son.

"We had to do intubation because it had experienced a stop of breath, the fluid that entered his lungs that caused him to experience respiratory failure, he said, luckily, the family quickly informed us of the aspiration so we could handle it immediately. The heart response is good, only the oxygen supply to the brain is lacking until now the condition is still in a coma. We put a ventilator to help with his breathing, his spontaneous breathing is there but it's very weak." The oriental-faced doctor named Daniel explained in detail in Malay, probably because he knew his patient was from Indonesia.

"For the main diagnosis we are still monitoring, the platelets have begun to rise even though they are not normal, the hematocrit is normal. It's just that now the bleeding of the stomach that we are monitoring, while satisfied but do not worry about the nutrients we will give through the infusion." he explained again.

"Will my child be able to heal again doc?" Kharisa ventured to ask with tears in his eyes. Of course he hopes Rakha can recover as before, despite hearing the explanation from the doctor, he perceives that Rakha's pain is quite severe.

"The hope of recovery will always be there, but I cannot promise, I can only try as much as possible. For now the progress is fifty percent, hopefully the situation continues to improve. We'll keep watching him." Kharisa's body felt weak, Rakha's hope returned to normal fifty percent, he was not strong enough to imagine fifty percent more.

Oh Allah....Don't take my son.don't take my son....... He murmured in his heart. His chest felt tight, he threw away his negative thoughts. Rakha must be cured, Rakha must be healthy again.

"Can I see it doc? Let me see my son." Pinta Kharisa.

"Rakha is currently still being treated by an anesthesiologist, once her condition stabilizes, you can definitely go in to see her."

Kharisa nodded his head in understanding that he had to wait until Rakha was dealt with and his condition stabilized. He rubbed his wet cheek. Rafael can only look at Kharisa with guilt and regret, he can feel how sad Kharisa, he feels the same.

"Doctor Daniel, the patient he stable, oxygen saturation increase to 93, GCS 6, I hope getting better." A man with a bule face came over, it turns out he was the anesthesiologist who had just finished handling Rakha. The information made Rafael and his papa a little more relieved. Rafael explains Rakha's condition to Kharisa.

Just as Kharisa, Rafael and his papa came out of the doctor's room an officer called the family of Rakha's patient. Kharisa immediately approached the officer followed by Rafael. It turned out that Rakha was already allowed to be seen by the family, but only two people were allowed to enter. They both went straight in.

Using the special clothes of the patient visitor, Kharisa walked to the place indicated by the officer, his legs felt weak, and his legs felt weak, his heart skipped a beat as a child lay on a patient's bed with medical equipment around him. He drew closer with tears welling up again in both eyes, bracing himself at last he was beside his son, and sobs could not be restrained when he clearly saw his son lying helplessly with several hoses attached to his body, two infusion hoses attached to his right hand, in his nose is attached a hose connected to a bag under the bed containing a brownish liquid, in his mouth is attached a hose connected to a larger jagged hose connected to the device on the right side of the bed, it looks like a ventilator, a breathing stone tool. How sad his heart was to see all that.

"Rakha.ini dear momy, I miss you so much." Kharisa said softly withstanding his cries, he bowed to the left of his son, kissing his forehead for a long time, until his tears drenched his son's forehead.

"I'm sorry momy...I'm sorry momy is not beside Rakha, sorry momy does not accompany Rakha holiday, Rakha wants momy to come here right, now momy is here." Remorseful words came out of his lips, yes he regretted why not accompany Rakha on vacation in Singapore, because of his selfishness he forgot the happiness of his son, even though Rakha wanted to be with his momy. Regretting when Rafael asked him to follow why he refused, try he set out to follow, maybe Rakha will not experience something like this. Did ya? Not even the fallen leaves do not escape the plan of Allah, Allah has recorded its provisions, including those experienced by Rachah today, is it not the plan and ordinance of Allah? god even recorded it in Lauhul mahfudz before Rakha was born into the world. That's destiny.

"What has happened is the will of God, the decree of God, nothing can prevent or prevent it, so there is no need to suppose, if this is so, it will not happen, he said, it will only weaken our faith in God's destiny, all we have to do is live it sincerely and depend only on Him." Kharisa remembered Faisal's words that always strengthened him when he was weak.

Is God a test again from you? How much test do you give me? Why should Rakha? Rakha is still a sinless saint. Will You not give the test according to the ability of Your servant. I beg you not to take Rakha from me, do not take my son, O God, I will not be able to, will he heal.

Kharisa drowned his face on the back of his son's hand which he kept holding, but Rakha was still sound in his sleep. His back trembled with sobs, making Rafael who was to the right of Rakha approach him.

"Sa...Rakha will definitely recover, we must be sure." Rafael tried to calm Kharisa down, unfortunately he could not touch Kharisa, let alone hug him to give strength to him, just now in the waiting room, when Kharisa was drowning on the floor, he pushed Rafael when he realized Rafael was holding him. Kharisa still silenced him, apparently still upset and disappointed in Rafael. And at this time Kharisa still silenced Rafael did not respond.

While in a different place in a rented room, Faisal was preparing documents for the requirements to make a passport that he had actually prepared a month ago but had not yet filed for the creation of his passport. After he contacted Kharisa more than ten times, but there was no response, he contacted Kharisa's mother, and getting news about Rakha who surprised him, he immediately made up his mind, if tomorrow afternoon or afternoon he will leave for Singapore after finishing making a passport. Fortunately he found out the info about making passports, it turns out there is a passport making program that immediately so, without waiting days, the origin of the list from the morning, because the quota is limited, without waiting for days, and the cost is more expensive up to three times the price of a regular passport, and it does not matter for Faisal as long as he can go to Singapore to see his foster children who are lying unconscious.

It is fitting since yesterday he remembered Rakha continues, but he knew Rakha was in T thinking maybe because he missed Rakha.

The next day, after his passport was finished, he immediately searched for a plane ticket and he immediately left for Soeta airport using the bus to the airport to catch a flight schedule at four in the afternoon.

At half-five in the afternoon when Singapore's Faisal arrived at the airport, he walked out of the airport with a backpack on his back, booked a taxi to the hospital where Rakha was being treated, he had contacted Mas Rendi asking for public transportation to the hospital, Mas Rendi suggested taking a taxi, but the cost was quite expensive. Mas Rendi had said that he would pick her up but Faisal refused not to bother. It turned out that Mas Rendi was also in the hospital, after accompanying mama Lisna to do therapy, he stopped by the PICU room to look at his nephew.

The taxi stopped in front of the lobby, with wide steps he entered the hospital building that looks magnificent, more like a hotel, he entered the elevator to the floor where the PICU room is located.

Arriving at the PICU room he circulates his gaze, looking for Kharisa and his family, and Kharisa is not seen there, but he recognizes the figure of a middle-aged woman, yang, who looked younger than her age, was sitting in a waiting chair with a man who was older than her by several years. Faisal did not dare to approach, he tried to contact Kharisa or his mother. Not yet had he taken his HP stored in his pants pocket, he saw Rafael out of the treatment room who looked surprised at his arrival.

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