Hanifa For Devan

The Unpleasant News

"How did it go, Doc?" devan asked with unrelenting eyes looking at the middle-aged doctor in front of him. His feelings were mixed to see the look on that face.

The middle-aged man twitched his temple, looking at Devan's face. “Do you know that you have this disease?" ask the six-headed man.

Devan nodded. He's known about it since his father's diagnosis of a similar disease.

“Your parents know too?" The doctor asked again.

This time Devan shook his head with a lowered face. No one knows about her illness other than her older sister, Doctor Arif, Bi Mar and the hijab girl. Devan also knew this disease when he was 13 years old. At that time his father had died of the same disease as him, and his mother had returned to Sweden.

Looking at Devan's head, the middle-aged doctor let out a heavy sigh. “What has there been a history of operations in the head before?"

Devan immediately nodded. "I had an accident, Doc."

"When's the operation ended?"

“Three years ago, Doc." Devan recalled the time when his head had a great rebound due to the accident. Just as he was about to take the announcement of his graduation results.

“After that, did you undergo any treatment like chemotherapy or other?"

“No, Doc. I only take herbal medicine. Because I believe my illness can be cured with that medicine" Devan replied honestly. Because at that time the doctor where the surgery said that the tumor could be cured because it was still early stage.

“What lately, you often experience acute headaches, difficulty walking, the whole body feels tired, often nausea and tingling?"

Devan nodded again. He could not hide what he had experienced these past two weeks to the doctor.

“Begin Nak Devan, based on the results of the last CT Scan examination, then we compare with the current results. Seen under a microscope, the growth of tumor cells in your head already looks different or abnormal from healthy cells in general, so-"

“Can the Doctor just give the conclusion?" Devan cut the explanation of the doctor in front of him with a slightly raised voice. “Sorry Doc," he said again with his face down.

Before actually giving a clearer answer, the middle-aged doctor took a deep breath then took it out. The man felt very heavy to say it to the teenager in front of him, visible from the look of his face that could not bear. But anyway, he had to tell her.

“Your tumor, has reached stage 3 Nak Devan." The middle-aged doctor's voice ended with a heavy breath.

Hearing that, Devan's world seemed to collapse right then and there. His hands clenched tightly. But far away the day he had already prepared himself to meet this state.he still lowered his head, trying to digest the fate that had just approached him. In any case, he had to entertain the fate that had just been a guest in his life.

"O you who believe! Please help (to Allah) with patience and prayer. Verily, Allah is with those who are patient."

The 153rd verse of the second Surah of the Quran is repeated. Little by little his heart became calmer.

“How much longer can I hold on, Doc? Is there a chance I could recover?" devan asked with eyes that had started to turn red.

***

The afternoon road was a bit jammed. Plus the hot weather makes everyone in the car can feel the hot air.

“Dad sorry yes, Son. Because of work, we don't have lunch together."

Hanifa looked at her father's cold face with a smile. “Dad don't apologize. Ifa is not papa. Work is the responsibility Well, and the patient is the life of the doctor. We can have another meal with him Well, the important thing is that my patient is safe."

Doctor Arif smiles at the words of his daughter who is so attentive to his work. Even sometimes her daughter is more sensitive about the patient than she is.

“Daddy is proud of you, son. You're a good boy, Sholeha, beautiful again. I'm sure, if Ifa had been a doctor, all hospital patients would have recovered quickly."

Hanifa chuckled softly at her father's praise, she wasn't the kind of human who liked praise.

“The only thing that can heal man is God Well, Hanifa is only an intermediary" he replied lightly.

“Masya Allah, his daughter Father is indeed a dream woman. Later if anyone likes the same Ifa, tell Daddy yes. let Daddy who is selected to be the companion of Father's favorite daughter," said Dr. Arif accompanied by a crisp laugh.

Even Hanifa could not hold back her laughter. "Ready Dad."

“There is no candidate?" Doctor Arif is still tagging his daughter.

“Not yet, Dad," she replied smiling. "Ifa had to graduate school first, it was out of college. Ifa's journey is still long, Dad."

Dr. Arif was bearded and smiling. “But if anyone comes to the house how? You see Dad smelled unusual smells lately.” seductive father.

“Ayaaahhh ..." Hanifa covered her already blushing face with both of her hands. It made Doctor Arif's laughter break. The atmosphere of the afternoon became cooler with the family bond between the father and his daughter.

Arriving in front of the house, Hanifa got down from the car. While the doctor Arif immediately forwarded his car because he had to go to the hospital immediately. As usual, after school, Hanifa will reread the lessons she received. Fortunately, he had time to pray Zuhur in school musholla, so he had a good time to learn.

Thirty minutes passed when all the lessons were repeated. Hanifa looked at the wall clock in her room, remaining twenty minutes before the Ashar Azaan. His eyes were already drowsy, he decided to take a nap for a while.

Before completely closing his eyes, his finger grabbed the phone located in a drawer near the bed. Hanifa opened it, and searched something that made her curious since chatting with her father.

His fingers were busy scrolling blogs of something he was looking for, then clicking on the title of the article he thought fit. Hanifa's eyes narrowed after finding an eye-catching title.

"Knowing the Brain Cancer Stage, starting from the beginning to the end," he said reading the title of the article. Then scroll the phone screen down.

His sleepiness suddenly disappeared. Hanifa woke up and leaned her body against the wall. Focusing his eyes in front of the phone.

“Although both called cancer, this disease has properties that are different from other types of cancer. Because brain cancer can spread to various tissues in the brain, but primary brain cancer can very rarely spread outside the brain or away from the central nervous system, including the spinal cord." Hanifa was still focused on reading.

Curiosity with the disease that Devan suffered made him want to know more about this disease. In another blog, he found factors that cause brain tumors, one of which is heredity.

“Does Devan's parents have a tumor?" hanifa asked after reading the blog of the article and decided to ask her father tomorrow.

“But tomorrow is off. Did I just call Dad, huh?" Just about to press her father's number, Hanifa's hand came to a halt.

“But, for sure now I'm busy. I'll call you tomorrow, break it up."

He has only been talking to himself since. Five minutes passed, his fingers still busy looking for another title until he found an article that made his eyes round and a sense of tightness in his chest. He read the writings slowly, trying to permeate the sentence presented in it.

“Daddy said, Devan has a stage 2 tumor. This paper says, if doctors divide the development of brain cancer or brain tumors into four levels or stages, ranging from stage 1 to stage 4. The higher the number, the more severe the condition is. If the brain tumor is diagnosed early, ie at stage 1 or 2, the possibility of recovery is greater than if it is known to have entered the final stage or at the level of cancer 3 or 4."

Reading that, Hanifa fell silent.

“What is Devan tumor still stage 2? He said he last checked 2 years ago. Maybe not, yes, tumors can develop faster?"

Hanifa was still busy with her own thoughts. Amidst his worry, the sound of azan echoed on his phone screen. Soon his feet took ablution and fulfilled his duty to His Creator.

***

Elsewhere, Devan who had just arrived at the house immediately laid his body in the room. His eyes focused on the ceiling of the room that painted cream. Shortly after that he rushed to clean himself, then perform Ashar prayers.

In his final prostration, he took the time to beg for forgiveness for all sins and wrongs, then pleaded that he could walk along with the destiny that the Power had just sent him.

After carrying out the duty of a servant to the Khalik, Devan set his foot on the balcony of the room. Doctor Hasan's words were still ringing in his ears. His conversation with doctor Hasan was still fresh in his head.

“How much longer can I hold Doc?"

“From the results of the analysis, your time is not much. Soon we may have to have surgery to remove the tumor. To perform the operation, the hospital needs the approval of your family, Devan." Doctor Hasan breathed.

“But one thing you need to know son Devan. We doctors are human beings, our analysis could be wrong. And the doctor is not God who gives life to man. Keep close to God, son. He is Merciful to all His creatures. Pray and strive, God willing there will be the best way."

The advice from Dr. Hasan earlier made his heart calmer. After all, doctors are only human. God alone is the greatest contribution in every side of human life. Man may try and plan, but God alone determines.

The cool afternoon breeze gently wiped his curly hair. Playing every strand of it, as if to say that he will be fine. With an optimistic feeling in his heart, Devan took the initiative to find some herbal remedies through the application on his phone.

It did not take long, after writing the title on the search page a series of articles answered all his wishes. One by one the articles were read. Instantly it was also a blotchy smile on his thin face. A little gap of healing as if found.

“This is a drink that Aunt often makes," he muttered and immediately stepped foot into the kitchen.

"What's Aden looking for?" Bi Mar who was busy washing dishes was surprised by Devan's sudden arrival.

While looking at bi Mar who was washing dishes, Devan intended to express his wishes.

"Auntie can do jamu?"

“Heleh-heleh, the problem of herbs, his great aunt. All kinds of herbs Auntie can make. Aden want to drink jamu?"

“I mean that, like the herbal drink that you know, Bi," Devan errat and suddenly got a nod from a middle-aged woman who was like her own family.

“Can make Devan not, Bi?" devan asked with a glowing face.

Bi Mar was silent for a moment. He looked for something in the fridge, then came back with a slightly disappointed face. “Auntie sorry yes, Aden. The ingredients for making herbal drinks are nonexistent."

“Yaahh, how to dong, Bi?"

“Besok Bibi directly buy the material to the market. After that, aunt promised to make it for Aden."

Hearing that, Devan nodded. "OKAY. Tomorrow to the market let Devan deliver ya, Bi."

Bi Mar immediately shook his head. "No need to Aden. Aunty can ride an angkot."

"Here, Auntie, calm down. Tomorrow, Devan is off. Devan's at home keeps Bi."

After thinking for a long time, Bi Mar finally nodded in agreement. Actually he did not want to trouble the teenager who was already like his own son. But he also could not resist his wishes.

“Fix. Then, Devan goes to Bi's room first. Later when it's finished washing the dishes, Aunt immediately rest," advice Devan and immediately move back to his room.

After Devan's shadow disappeared, Bi Mar shed her tears. He who has been taking care of Devan since his father died is well aware of Devan's current life. At such a young age he had to bear a very heavy burden.

“May God always be with you, son. You're a good boy" Bi Mar prayed expectantly.

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