Indigos

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That night, the doctor had finished giving a strict examination to a patient named Reyhan Lintang Ellvano.

“Dok, it has been four days Reyhan has not passed his Critical time. Is our son going to go to the Coma attack phase like his best friend who is in the ICU nursery next door?” ask Jihan.

The male doctor, who was near the exit of the patient intensive room, smiled softly at Jihan and Farhan. “We wish Reyhan the best ..”

Jihan lowered her head sadly, how could a mother be calm and fine looking at the severe condition of her child like this? But seconds later, Jihan's eyeballs slid open at once when she saw the movement of one of the fingers from Reyhan's right hand.

“Reyhan?! Your finger is moving-you're conscious, son?!” pekik happy Jihan.

The doctor who heard it immediately approached Reyhan who was lying weakly in the patient's bed to ensure his condition between spontaneous movements or not. The hearts of Jihan and Farhan are increasingly flowering looking at the mouth of her silenced child is now open thin.

The doctor began to install his stethoscope in both ears and the bottom he began to use to listen to the rhythm of his patient's heartbeat. After examining her, the doctor switched to open one by one Reyhan's eyes not forgetting to shine light using his medical small flashlight.

“How, Doc?!”

He turned his head towards Farhan whose heartbeat had been racing as he put his flashlight into his pocket. The doctor showed a smile.

“Alhamdulillah, a miracle and a miracle came for the patient. Reyhan has now made it through his Critical period after experiencing his worst condition for several days.”

Surprised with a happy heart, Farhan and Jihan were speechless unless their eyes widened with lively faces. While Reyhan's eyes had long been closed due to his Critics, it now opened slowly and re-exposed its hazel brown eyes.

“Reyhan?! Darling?! Thank God, O Allah! You finally realized! Mama and papa are so happy at night!” pekik haru Jihan's.

Hearing a familiar voice in his hearing, made the Friendly man turn his head limp towards the sound joints. As her views were clear, Reyhan was able to figure out who was on her right side.

“M-mama ... P-papa ..” call Reyhan in the position of his mouth and nose is still attached oxygen mask.

With a cry with a full heart, Jihan and Farhan instantly grabbed Reyhan's weak body to hold him dear. They are both very grateful because in the end the only child they have has regained consciousness after passing through the Critical period.

Reyhan, who was embraced warmly by his parents, just smiled with the eyes he closed to feel the softness of the embrace of the two of them. While the doctor as well as several nurses, smiled at this heartwarming sight.

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Together with a very somber face, Agra and Andrana noticed Ello's doctor who was examining Angga. It looks painstakingly he did the examination of the children only wayangnya those who still have no development at all or stuck in the attack Komanya.

After locking back the button of the light blue patient's shirt belonging to Angga to check his heartbeat using a stethoscope that is always looped around the neck and shines the light of a medical flashlight on the pupil of his right eye and then insert a flashlight medically into the pocket of a white suit pocket, Ello's doctor sighed and immediately left the patient's bed, while one of the nurses was busy checking the Ventilator machine that helped his breathing rate Angga.

After everything was done, the medical team came out of the patient's ICU. While both of his parents Angga just look at him despite occasionally throwing a smile.

“I'm sorry, sir? Ma? If Anggara experience a disorder or spontaneous movement as before, immediately call us,” said a gentle order doctor Ello.

“That's for sure, Doc. Thanks ...”

“Good, Sir. Assalammualaikum ..”

Agra slightly bent his body while answering the greetings of doctor Ello as well as Andrana whose voice sounded hoarse. After they were no longer seen because they turned the direction to a street, both of Angga's parents decided to go back into the ICU room with a green dress according to the procedure they wear.

The room is quite scope is still always filled with the sound of a heart detection monitor machine to adequately condition his heart rate Angga at this time. From his voice does sound slow, because that's because the condition of the Indigo man's heartbeat is so weak.

Andrana pulled out her chair and sat right on the side of the patient's bed Angga on the right side. Every time he looked at the limp and pale face of his son, his mother's heart felt torn by scissors. He raised his right hand Angga to hold it with a loving and gentle feeling.

This is what makes Andrana's heart is not okay, feeling the skin of Angga's hands quite cold. Then the beautiful-faced middle-aged woman, placed her palm Angga on one of her white smooth cheeks. Tears that had been held back now flowed back over his cheeks to hit the palm of his son which in his index finger was attached to a medical Pulse Oximeter clasp.

However, the face of Angga is very pale still there is an aura of good looks, according to his heart which is filled with all the goodness like an angel.

“Angga, let's get up ..” wail Andrana while wiping her neat black-haired son's head with the roar of her tears.

“Look, your friend Reyhan who is experiencing Critical now has managed to get through it. And for that time Reyhan was transferred to the inpatient room. If you, when? Mama would love you to be like Reyhan who has awakened, Darling ..”

Agra just silently lamented the wife invites communication to Angga with a raucous tone even though the middle-aged man's tears have escaped berlinang wet his cheeks. The atmosphere in his son's ICU room was never conducive but tense, thrilling, and full of turmoil.

Inside the bandage bandage that is circular from the forehead to the back of the head Angga, there is blood that has penetrated the bandage in the right forehead. The constant Ventilator Intubation Hose faithfully located inside the mouth of handsome young man who has been exposed to the mistreatment of a vengeful person to him.

The breath within his chest moved up and down slowly, very sluggishly. Goose also remains attached by several ECG medical cables attached to his body during his condition is still a coma whose condition is really so chronic.

“They don't intend to leave Mama and dad, do they? No, no, son? Mama please don't go ..”

Andrana closed her lips for a moment where her tears had been difficult for her to hold. “You know, right? Freya, that's a pity on you. She can't possibly want to lose a lover that Freya loves like you, Angga.”

“Didn't you feel sorry for Freya who kept crying over you? Conscious, huh? Angga must be able to survive through all this. I am sure, you are strong! You can definitely surpass the Koma attack period that you suffered.”

The cries of Andrana now back heard in Agra's ears, making him sit on his knees on the floor and hold half the body of his wife who remains crying over the severe condition of Angga who suffered a Coma attack.

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The morning that arrived with the weather was served rain, a young man with a tall body was stepping while looking at the screen of his phone in which there was chat from his contact Freya. The man then nodded his head after understanding the information and location Freya had sent him.

After arriving at the destination, the man turned left to meet his parents Angga who was sitting in the front waiting chair outside the ICU nursery where his son was weak.

“Which wants to massage, where else?” agra asked after massaging his wife's legs with affection.

“Bahu right equals left, Dad. It feels really pegel,” replied Andrana jutting her husband whose lips keep smiling looking at him.

“Siap, leave it with Dad.” Agra sincerely along with a soft voice, began to switch to working on his hand to massage both shoulders of Andrana at once.

Until then, the middle-aged man leaned his head forward to look at his wife who was in position to back him. “Where? Pretty good, not yet?”

“Hm'em .. if massaged using his hands Dad, it feels very good as given medicine koyo.” Andrana responded to Agra with her smile by closing her eyes to feel the pleasure of being massaged by her husband.

Agra let out a snort as well as a wide smile. “Mama could have, massage from the husband's hand feels as good as in Heaven, yes?”

Andrana laughed softly at Agra's chatter. Yes, at least they are able to entertain themselves although of course the couple still keep the child who is still under close monitoring in an intensive room.

“Good morning, Om Agra and Aunt Andrana.”

The greeting of the male voice on them, made Andrana open her eyes as well as Agra stopped her gentle work and turned to look at a young man who was about 17 years old. The teenager also showed a thin smile with both hands he put forward to show his politeness.

“Good morning too...who are you, son?” ask Andrana's response with a soft tone voice with a sweet smile that he patriates.

The black-haired man who covered his entire forehead turned towards Angga who was lying weakly on the patient's bed through the glass window of the ICU room and turned to look at his mother the young Indigo.

“Include my name Kenzo Revansar Rafael, his classmate Angga.”

“Oah my goodness, you're Angga's friend? Yes, Son. What do you need to come here in rainy weather like this?”

Kenzo obliterated the smile of his lips to a heart full of guilt. “My destination came here because I want to apologize to Auntie and also om Agra.”

Kenzo exhaled heavily while lowering his head. “Actually, I have made Angga enter the hospital to experience a Koma attack ..”

“Hah?! Oh-oh, I'm sorry Auntie! Aunt suddenly went blank because she heard your words. Here, you better sit down first.”

Andrana shifted her place and patted the chair she was sitting with Agra to let Kenzo sit next to them. Kenzo, who was given a gentle command from his mother Angga, nodded his head then took a step forward and sat on his butt in an aluminum waiting room chair.

“Try you now repeat from the meaning of your words earlier. Aunty doesn't understand what you're saying to both of us,” told Andrana.

Kenzo again lowered his head to be connected with all fingers he linked to each other. “The beginning of the tragedy that made Angga and Reyhan persecuted by both Emlano and Gerald, was my own ..”

“It seems I have been wrong because I have asked for help from Angga through a chat message through his contact. If if not Angga that I asked for help, maybe Angga is not likely to experience Koma for the umpteenth time.”

“Is there a problem or emergency that makes you aroused to ask Angga for help?” andrana asked after hearing Kenzo's explanation.

“True, Aunt. The problem is, I was framed by one of the men named Emiliano Baskatar Leonard.”

“Emiliano Basque Leonard?! Wasn't that a perp who mistreated Reyhan to Critical?” shock Andrana.

Kenzo nodded slowly. “Iya, Aunt. Right.”

The face of sumringah Agra was replaced to be flat and cold by looking at Kenzo. “Emiliano Baskatar Leonard? An Indigo child like Angga who has a negative aura. Yes, I know all that what he has done to my son.”

Kenzo widened his two eyes. “Om know fromma- ‘Oh, yes. Surely his father Angga is also Indigo like his son who experienced Koma’ I'm sorry, Om. I just remembered that Om also has an inner eye.”

“It's okay.”

Now Kenzo stared fixedly at the authentic gray eyes possessed by Agra. “I'm sorry once again, Om. I am a fool, I should not ask for the help of Angga who holds the power of Indigo in his soul. It's all my fault.”

“If Om Agra and Aunt Andrana don't want to receive a big apology from me, it's also okay. I will try to understand what mistakes I have.”

“And to make amends for my fatal mistake against Angga, I will meet all his medical expenses Angga! Om and Aunt just tell me, the cost of surgery, therapy, X-ray or other treatment. I will be enough to all finance it! I come from a capable family, really! So I can do it!”

The act of enthusiasm from Kenzo who wanted to cover all the costs of his treatment Angga, made Agra and Andrana stunned. The man sitting with them was also very visible to have a sense of responsible soul.

“Son, it's not your fault, really! You are not the culprit who made Angga Koma, the culprit is Gerald Avaran Dedaka who is now finding his reward at the police station with his partner who conspired with him.”

“T-but, Auntie! If I hadn't asked Angga for help, nothing would have happened! The point is all my fault. And please forgive me!”

Agra sighed and then got out of the chair and walked three steps to Kenzo and then sat next to his son's friend who was at school with the blue-eyed young man.

“Om, forgive me ..”

Agra smiled and then embraced Kenzo whose face was full of guilt. “Already, this is not your fault. You do not need to feel guilty like that when you are innocent.”

“But I felt so, Om Agra .. when I saw the news of the tragedy of the persecution, I was very unsettled because there was a sense of regret for asking Angga for help. It's not just Anga, is it involved? But also Reyhan his son's friend Om.”

Agra let out a long sigh then rubbed the right shoulder of the young man. “Forget it, after all, it's not your fault. The guilty man is already in the hands of the police, so it's not you, it's the real culprit.”

Kenzo closed his eyes and exhaled weakly. For some reason the guilt and regret remained in his heart, Agra who understood the position of Kenzo's state of heart, still embracing his nape while continuing to rub the shoulders of his son's friends.

“Already. Don't you think about it again, eliminate the guilt. You have absolutely nothing wrong with my son.”

Kenzo let out his breath. “Iya, Om..”

“Smart kid- eh? Um? Kenzo, that's the side of your neck why is it a little bruised? You fell down?” andrana asked me nicely pointing at Kenzo's neck.

“Oh, this ..” Kenzo touched his neck on the right part of the bruise which was slightly bluish purple. The young man's face also seemed confused what to answer to his parents Angga, because about it is his personal family problems.

“You were given physical violence to your father, huh? Without answering, I already know what happened to you, Kenzo.”

Kenzo instantly turned his seat straight, his eyes also glaring because what Agra had guessed was very true without the slightest miss. ‘Realized Indigo amazing strength, yes.’

“It is common for anyone to have an Indigo power. They will know it from the past to the future of a person,” Agra replied in Kenzo's inner voice.

Kenzo gasped even more until reflexively staring at the face of his handsome Agra who was in his 50s. “I-iya, Om! Yes.”

“Why can your father be that hard to get to the physical to you? Is there a family dispute at home?” ask Andrana with a careful tone intonation.

Kenzo switched to using his hand to touch his neck to his nape to rub it. “Yes that way, Auntie. From my little one it has always been like that.”

Andrana who did not want to interfere into the atmosphere of the Kenzo family, just smile and start turning her body a few degrees to take the chicken porridge box that her husband had bought earlier on the roadside of Medistra Kusuma Hospital before it rains.

“Kenzo has breakfast, not yet? If not, this Auntie there is a box of chicken porridge for you,” said her mother Angga while thrusting a box containing chicken porridge is still warm.

Kenzo raised both his hands in front of his chest to refuse Andrana's hand. “Eh, no need, Auntie! I have eaten, really at home.”

“Do not lie. Before you came here, you didn't eat anything. You even go to the hospital to apologize regardless of the digestion in your stomach.” Agra sighed with a smile while taking the chicken porridge box from Andrana's hand and quickly gave it to Kenzo.

“On eat only. Don't hesitate,” anjur Agra.

“But, Om? Isn't this porridge for one of you? I can not accept this food let alone belong to others,” reject Kenzo slowly.

“No problem. I can buy it again after the rain has subsided, now stop to refuse and eat, this chicken porridge. Mumpung is still warm, you do not force to delay eating at the hour in time, later you can get Mag.” pain

With no word to deny anymore, Kenzo nodded his head even though his heart hesitated. “Good, Om. Thanks ...”

Agra widened her smile. “Iya, equally.”

Kenzo with a thin smile, put the chicken porridge box on his thighs and then began to open the lid of the box made of strofoam and then release the end of the clear plastic bundle to pour the porridge sauce.

“Om Agra? Aunt Andrana? I Pray that Angga will soon wake up from his coma. Your child has put a lot of merit and inscribe kindness to all of us, so Angga is very worthy to be prayed for quickly aware.”

“Subhanallah, thank you very much yes, Nak.” Andrana, who heard Kenzo's words, felt very touched and filled.

“Thanks yes, Kenzo.” Agra was touched while gently patting the back of the black-haired and pure blue-eyed young man.

Kenzo added a smile to his parents, Angga, nodding his head. Now he began to move lightly to fill his stomach that had been empty for 20 minutes.

Agra looked calmly at Kenzo who was eating chicken porridge from his giving. The aura of the young teenager looks clean and positive, not a little bit has a side of coercion in his heart and soul. Although his life in the family is very dark which belongs to the group of children broken home.

And little by little, the guilt in Kenzo's heart gradually disappeared because of the speech expressions of his father Angga who maintain an Indigo power like a son only puppet.

INDIGO To Be Continued ›››