Lovely Love

Grief Smile

Looking at the Anatomy Pathology doctor's face, Gerdy already knew how the results of the Idyla biopsy. The doctor's face told him of itself. Good Lord! Finally the disaster came!

"Your daughter has a rare type of cancer" the doctor said, putting the research file on the table. "It's dangerous not to have surgery right away."

"Cancer?!" cetus Nadine hysterical. Her eyes watched Idyla who was on her husband's lap with nanar. Nah! Nah! Oh, myGod! Why did you give this punishment to my son? I am the one who sins! I made it there! Why isn't my life what you took?

"His lungs are still clean" the doctor said. "There is no picture of coin lesion. There is still hope to be helped."

Gerdy's whole body feels cold. His face was pale and bloodless. He could already read where the doctor was talking to. Not just an ordinary operation, but an operation.Oh my God! He couldn't imagine it!

'Doctor," Gerdy sizzled. "If my son should die, let him go with his ears. Perhaps this is better than him regretting his fate after great."

"I hope you can think rationally," said the flat doctor. "How can a life be so much more precious than a piece of headstone."

"But, Doc...."

"This hospital has been able to create artificial ears despite still the level of trials. If in doubt, you can go abroad. But it's very expensive."

That's the problem, Gerdy thought. He doesn't have that kind of money. For the implementation of the operation and replacement of the ear Idyla as before it costs billions of rupiah!

"Give me time, Doc," pinta Gerdy was upset. "I can't decide right now."

The doctor breathed slowly. "You have three months to think. After that, we can only hope in the greatness of God. We can't help your daughter anymore."

Three months? The panicked Nadine immediately flinched. So it's time to stay three months to have her child? So a mother? That can't happen!

Because it maintains the content of Idylalah his life is adrift, without a clear future, without a single dream left!

Three years she raised her son, sacrificed her days, let her nights be interrupted! How would he willingly hand his son over to the Angel of Death within three months?

Gerdy rubbed Idyla's hair with a poignant sliced heart. The little girl was so holy, so immaculate, but it was so much suffering.

Idyla's age is just a matter of time. Really painful. He was unable to prevent the Angel of Death from making cranes day after day for his daughter.

Let day and night slamming work, drain all sorts of sweat, his income is not enough to save a life. The cost of his son is not fulfilled if all his wealth is sold though.

Nadine's workplace is not willing to give a large loan for her son's handling. After all, why would he have to rely on his wife?

Gerdy didn't want to sow flowers for his daughter! What sins? Why not live long?Why was it born only to pick up suffering that would bring back home?

"But again," said Toto, who came with two glasses of ginger. Good for warming the body on a drizzle night. They sat in front of the project bed waiting for the sand truck to arrive. 'What's up?"

"His name is family, Mas" complained Gerdy. "There's a problem."

"Your beautiful wife asked for a divorce?"

Toto had visited his house. She could not understand why in the millennium there were still stupid women who wasted their charms, even though Nadine could find a rich husband as easily as taking ice in the refrigerator. Gerdy is a very lucky man.

"Well, did I warn you a long time ago, be careful with your wife, or did you propose to her when she fell out?"

"My wife is not like your wife, Mas" Gerdy's smile bitterly. "His body is like a cracker can, his mouth is like a rhombus can, it's chatty."

Toto defended his wife, "But the production was good. The child is healthy, not sick."

Gerdy feels stung too, but Toto does not know the state of his daughter. It was as if he was insinuating his wife.

"I'm ready to be second, Mas," said Inah, who in Jakarta is usually called Ine. "Let's say only a maid, I can give you a plump, cute kid. Just don't lose with ndoro putri."

Ine is the most beautiful customer and most often uses her services. If not shopping, ask to be escorted around Jakarta. He's willing to pay dearly. I don't know how much his salary is. Or he's a crazy rich kid disguised as a maid!

So that his work only takes care of dirty clothes and furniture, Ine could have children like the laundry. Smart, strong, healthy, achiever. Her beauty and knowledge are very supportive.

But Gerdy can't blame his wife. Cancer is not a hereditary disease. Not just a food factor. Can attack anyone indiscriminately, even though it has been given appropriate nutrition and every week consult a pediatrician.

He blames himself. Not being able to take the best responsibility. If you have a lot of money, Idyla doesn't have to be a problem.

There will be no black fog hanging in the house. He will not hear the humming of sorrow. Will not be allowed his wife to arrange a bouquet of flowers for his daughter!

His house is no longer a home that shines coolness. Which brings you beautiful dreams every night. Which makes him want to go home soon. A house full of tears.

Every time Gerdy came home from work that was found was not a sight that could comfort his fatigue. There was no warm welcome at the door. There is no smile on your little lips. There was only a gloomy scene that increasingly concentrated his heart.

Nadine has become a poor wife. There was almost never any light of life in his eyes. He even started to forget to take care of himself. His days were spent mourning his son.

Gerdy feels guilty sometimes. During the four years of marriage, Nadine had never asked for anything, only to quietly accept. But when he had a wish, Gerdy could do nothing! Let her slump down on the road leading to her daughter's funeral!

Idyla's situation is getting more and more concerning. Almost every night the pain in his ear relapsed. Gerdy saw his wife crying almost every night.

That night, Idyla woke up from her sleep. She was crying out loud. Those who were still awake were shocked.

Usually he's wayward, thought Gerdy sadly. If it gets so bad, the pain will be unbearable again.

"Sick, Mom! It hurts!" erang Idyla was unrelenting.

Nadine stroked her head and kissed her ears affectionately, then whispered softly, "Save your tears, dear. Mama promised tomorrow she'd treat you. Tomorrow the pain will be healed."

Whether the pain begins to diminish or the influence of a mother's touch, Idyla's cries subside. When the little girl fell asleep again, Nadine was the one who could not hold back her crying.

When the time came, he no longer had to ease his daughter's cries, give her caresses or inducements, but had to comfort himself!

Oh, it feels unable to watch such an innocent face being knocked down by such a cruel disease!

But Nadine could not urge her husband to save their daughter. All of this is beyond his ability. His demands only further undermined his pride as a husband. He felt guilty that he could not serve as usual.

Nadine did not want to pay attention to her husband, presenting joy like the previous days, warming the cold bed, but is there anything more worth thinking about than her son's illness?

Especially Gerdy himself as if he did not want to care, as if he understood his feelings. He was still trying to console even though his own heart needed a splice! Oh, how cool would it be to have a husband like her!

Unknowingly Nadine turned her head towards the man lying on her side. He was astonished. Gerdy wasn't blinking looking at him. His eyes are so dark. When did he show sorrow in front of his wife?

"I'm sorry" Gerdy sizzled. "I'm not a good husband. Not a good father. I can't put you together forever."

"Oh, baby!" Nadine clutches him with haru. Her tears are back. "Not you are wrong. Life is unfair, presenting havoc to those who are not willing to accept it."

Gerdy returned his wife's embrace with a sore. The tears that fell on his chest seemed to turn into a very sharp knife that stabbed through to his heart.

I think he's willing to do anything. Anything! His wife is happy! As long as the child is healed!