I Love My Class Brother
I'm Sick And Back to Australia
Entalah why but certainly during my time in Indonesia my body condition is not so fit, I become more often sick even though it is limited to the flu or heat. If examined the word doctor is always the same, "you just came and settled here so your body is like a shock and can not accept the weather here."
It just so happened that the first semester exam was over I decided to return to Australia for a vacation with my family and treat there.
It felt heavy and did not want to leave the city that had taught me so many new things with so many precious experiences coming in every day, but I really enjoyed it all like a wise dish that had to be eaten in order to support me to the point where so-called self-maturity was tested.
Upon my arrival in Australia, the family welcomed my happy presence. We spent one night just telling stories about Indonesia, not to forget also I told him about my meeting with some new people and finally we were close. It seems like mama herself really enjoyed word for word that I expressed understanding ya mama since childhood living abroad.
Today my mother scheduled me to check with the family doctor who has been trusted for years because my condition until now still has not improved my body weakened and needs medical attention.
"Dek gets up," my mom is standing next to my bed.
" Yes ma," I answered briefly and turned my back to my mother because my eyes still did not accept when I woke up this early.
"Let's get up and take a shower we want to see a doctor!" Mom's orders before leaving my room.
"Yes ma," I opened my eyes and raised my head a little higher, but I finally dropped my head back on the pillow and tried to put on my body.
5 minutes after my mother left I took a shower, after taking a bath I was wearing a rather formal dress that had been determined by my mother. Mama I'm not a fierce person but firmly he always tried to make his son as the number one new him there is number two.
After the examination, the doctor finally advised me to be treated so that I could return to my previous physical condition, my blood pressure was low and various obstacles caused the hospitalization to be carried out but I did not want to comment much because for me health is the main thing.
My condition improved after almost 8 days of treatment. The doctor allowed me to go back home. I am grateful that the impus needle attached to my hand will soon be removed and the room I occupy will be abandoned and then return to my house and can lie down again in the room that I have occupied for several years.
Papa's car ran out of the hospital quickly and upon arrival at home I then asked for my mobile phone held by my mother to inform me of my current condition. " Risna must be worried about my condition, because we lost the context for 8 days right," I thought in my heart.
"Mo, where is my phone?"
" In her room, Mom, take it for a while," while walking towards her room I still lay on the black sofa in the TV room.
" It's your phone" mom gave me a black object that was my phone,
"thank you mom,"
"welcome," replied the mother briefly and then left me to go to the kitchen. I, with my phone in my hand, also decided to leave the room for the room.
Upon arrival in the room I lay down my body and re-enjoyed the warmth of my hug pillow which I had never felt during my time in the hospital.
No more wasting time I immediately contacted the risna to tell her about my current situation and what happened during my return to Australia and how she is now, call the new doctor let me go home after the time shows at 18:30.
Even though only through the phone but we tell the story like sitting together again. We actually\-spent a few hours that night just a matter of\-nause until finally we both decided to end our conversation even though there are many topics that we have not finished our language.
