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Dad was taken to the hospital

After months of my father who did not improve even his condition worsened, then the doctor advised the father to be taken to the hospital, but was rejected by my father.

And finally the doctor decided to check my father's condition every day, then the doctor gave the infusion to the father.

A few days later, when my father was unconscious, everyone who saw him panicked and borrowed a neighbor's car to take him to the hospital, and at that time I was still sleeping, because it happened at 12 p.m.

I only found out when I woke up and I was very surprised because I saw no one at all at home, not even my father was in the room, either, I was very confused and asked where they all went.

Then a little while later came my brother who immediately told me that my father was taken to the hospital because he was unconscious.

My body felt very weak when I heard it, "What is this why all this happened" I muttered in my heart, then my brother and I immediately went to find the hospital where my father was treated.

And because my brother also did not know where the hospital where my father was treated, we finally decided to look to various places that might be the place.

We searched all the hospitals we knew, but still couldn't find their place... and there was one hospital that was actually where my father was treated and it turned out to have been moved to another hospital, because the facilities were inadequate.

We are really confused about where else to look, it feels like we want to give up but it is impossible because we also do not know how the condition is, we are really desperate because we have not found the whereabouts of father.

After that we immediately rushed to the place that had been told earlier.

When we got there we went straight to the room where my father was treated, and that was the place, because in front of the room there was already my mother and my other brother who had been waiting for our arrival.

I went straight into the room where my father was being treated, and was so surprised I saw the condition of my father that there were many tools in his body.

I approached him with a very heavy step, unable to see his condition like that.After being beside the bed where he lay weakly, I could not help but, I rubbed his hair that had started to whiten because he was 61 years old.

I wanted to cry so much that everyone knew how sad I was right now, but I couldn't.

Again and again, I was confused with myself, because I could always not cry when I wanted to cry... I wanted to say something about the sadness I had but I didn't know who to say it to.

"What is this. What really happened to me is why it was so hard for me to cry, and all this has really tormented me" I murmured inwardly.

No one knows my sorrow except the all-knowing God, only to him I ask for help and only to him I pray that all my family be given patience to face all the problems we have experienced.