Lovely Love

Don't You Give

At first Nadine thought that a small lump in her daughter's earlobe was just an ordinary lump, due to being bitten by an insect or exposed to something. Idyla is good at walking. Attack funny, being naughty anyway.

"Oh, why, honey?" comfort Nadine as Idyla cries out loud in pain. "Kupingnya how to hold? Let Mama see. Ah, it's okay. Mama's childhood was so crying?"

The way Nadine tried to persuade him. Trial succeeded. Idyla was able to laugh again and returned to playing.

"Help me check the house, Min," said Mami. "My granddaughter looks like she's bitten by a little animal."

All day they look for insect nests with zero results. The house is very clean, there are no dusty things. Flies are ashamed to visit.

That night Idyla cried again with a similar problem. Two days later that was so. The pain is not certain.

"This week our son cried a lot" said Gerdy, who woke up in the middle of the night to hear his crying voice. "I don't think it's an insect bite."

"Baby sitter asked her to play outside, then Idyla ran inside crying, so early it happened."

"According to baby sitter why did she say?"

"He's talking to Mr. Hamdani again. So don't know."

"Fraud."

"Then I returned it to the foundation. I don't like work time to spread charm."

"Have you asked for a change?"

"Let the Mimin. Idyla's grown up, so no special skills are needed to take care of her."

"Let's just know what to do."

"He already knows what needs to be done. All this time she learned from the baby sitter secretly."

"There is also initiative."

"He wants to do what's best for this family."

An idea came to Gerdy's mind, and was conveyed to his wife, "Are we the Mimin match with Mr Hamdani?"

"Love cannot be forced. Mr. Hamdani wants Mami."

"Pity of love is hanged."

"There is a green light. Mama's already starting to get along with her kids."

"I'm glad to hear it."

"But I'm sad for our son."

Nadine suspects there must be something with her daughter's ears. It can't be just a regular bruise. Two or three days would have been gone. After all, the bump had no signs of bruising.

Nadine's suspicions were further raised when ENT doctors could not diagnose the oddity in her daughter's ear.

"Mom better call the radiology department" the doctor advised. "I'll get you a letter of reference."

Nadine's face paled. Radiology department? Why should I be checked in that section? Is his son's disease so bad?

The doctor smiled a little. "Mom don't think that's not it. There my son was just photographed. Well, the results of this photo will be analyzed by them."

Nadine looked confused. "Why should you go there, Doc? The disease is not dangerous, is it?"

"I don't dare say a lump is a disease, and I don't dare to make sure it's not a disease. Do you know what that means? I don't want to speculate on the patient's life."

Nadine observed the middle-aged man straight. Trying to find something that might be hidden behind his gaze, but he failed to find it. Ah, the smartest doctor keeps a hunch from the pursuit of the target.

Nadine's feeling is getting worse when going to the radiology section of Idyla's photo can not be known that day, it can only be given tomorrow. Duh, why so long? Didn't they know to wait until tomorrow he couldn't sleep all night?

And Nadine's night was hard to close her eyes. His mind continued to focus on the illness suffered by his daughter, on the series of events this afternoon.

Nadine can still understand that the radiology department can not give a decision immediately. They're busy. His job is not just to take care of Idyla. But didn't they make the same decision? A long-term decision?

Nadine sighed dispelling the ugly thoughts that had suddenly intruded. It sounded too loud to wake the husband sleeping beside her.

Gerdy opened his eyes heavily, and asked, "What's wrong? Why aren't you asleep?"

"Our son, beb," cried Nadine worried. "My feelings are bad."

Gerdy softly reprimanded, "You're still thinking about the matter. You may be sick yourself."

"You're not worried?"

"Our daughter doesn't necessarily have a disease."

"Not necessarily disease."

"Well, leave it to the doctor. Wait what he said. Don't have a mind that isn't. Make tired of heart."

"My other feelings."

"It's not about a hunch. It's a lump in Idyla's ear. And it can't be solved with your worries. Now sleep. It's night." It's night."

Nadine couldn't sleep until far away. A bad feeling made his eyes hard to shut.

And what Nadine was afraid of happened as well. Idyla's disease does not resolve in the radiology section.

"Operation?!" nadine's trunk was shocked. "My son has to be operated on?"

"It's not surgery as I meant it," the doctor said patiently. "Biopsy, take a bit of the diseased part to be examined in the laboratory."

"Doctor," Nadine looked nervously. "My son is okay, right? Not suffering from a dangerous disease?"

"For that answer Mother's daughter must be operated on. There's a suspicious process on his earlobe."

"Doctor mean?"

"Mom will know more clearly if the mother's child is biopsied. I hope you approve our proposal."

So it was a verdict for him, Nadine thought limp. Idyla must be operated on to find out the disease she suffered. Oh, how strange the problem faced.

Nadine had to sign the letter. He saw the numbers to pay. Pretty big. But it's impossible to snatch a bargain. They are not vegetable traders!

That's not the problem anyway. What alarmed him was precisely the operation itself!

"Biopsy?" Gerdy who just came home from the project was not in shock. "Doctor said that?"

"Yes" said Nadine lethargic. "And I've agreed to it."

Gerdy's chest is shaking. He knows why medical experts do that. They wanted to confirm signs of inflammation in Idyla's ear tissue. Could his daughter have the malignant disease?

"Do you think the same as what's on my mind?" nadine asked stifled to see her husband pensive.

Gerdy tried to look on calmly, and for the first time he failed to show off his smile, looking bland. "Think what? We can only wait."

"I know our son didn't just stop on the biopsy" complained grimly Nadine. "He still had to undergo surgery very close to his life."

"Please your heart, beb," comfort Gerdy gently. His own heart was in a panic. Good Lord! Nay! Don't give that disease to my son! "Hopefully Idyla's okay."

"No, beb," argued Nadine bitterly. "I can feel it. Something was eating away at Idyla's life slowly."

"The wrong instinct of a mother."

"I hope so, but my heart doesn't say so."

Gerdy doesn't know what to say. He was silent with his mind drifting incoherently.