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It's Not Just About The Donor

Ryan and Rani decide to leave Daniel and Naja who are still trying to speak from heart to heart.

Ryan continued to hold Rani's hand and went straight into their room, cleaning themselves up and taking a short rest on the soft mattress where they used to spend their free time.

That afternoon, the air inside the room was so cold. Both Rani and Ryan did not turn on the AC in their room. In such a cold, usually they will close their bodies, warm each other, not infrequently they make the atmosphere hot when the two choose to fight on top of their contest with millions of favors. But that day, none of the two started. Ryan and Rani are silent on each other's adventures.

Yeah, they were both in bed but their minds went nowhere. Rani still can't take her mind off Aunt Safira and Tede, while Ryan keeps thinking about Daniel and the donors he hasn't gotten.

Actually Ryan has been very young to get the donor eye. If the donor can give his corneas while still alive, it could be in a matter of hours Ryan has got it so easily. But given that an eye donor can only be done if the donor is already dead, Ryan has to go from one Eye Bank to the other to get it, and the position to this day is still waiting for one of the donors who died.

"Corne transplants should not be performed on people who are completely blind and cannot see light at all, because the success rate of this procedure is low," said the ophthalmologist who handled Daniel when it kept ringing in Ryan's head.

That is, when Ryan has got the donor, there is still a possibility that the transplant will fail considering Daniel absolutely can not see any light that enters his eyes.

"Ahhh," Ryan let out a rude sigh. His mind was in a terrible mood.

Rani who realized the change in attitude from her husband since they came home was finally sitting and shifting her body to the body of her husband.

"Hubby" said Rani, hugging Ryan and burying her head on her husband's chest.

Ryan who got a sudden hug from his wife was a little surprised, but eventually immediately offset Rani's attack by tightening his embrace and peeling his wife's forehead in a row.

"Hubby's thinking about Daniel, huh?" rani asked while looking up, for the sake of being able to see the expression on her husband's face. Ryan is a very rarely moody person, so when it happens, Rani will immediately respond and forget her own problems, he said, for the sake of being a loyal listener for her husband to take out all the junk he kept in his heart.

"Daniel and Mommy are Hubby's responsibility, honey. Hubby has promised to look after them, ensure their safety, and make them happy. It's all Mama's will to both of us, especially Hubby," Ryan said. She missed Mama Titania very much, and remembered all the wills she had entrusted to her.

“Constrate your love, because that will make you strong to face anything that strikes. Mama put Papa, Arya, Mommy Aghata and Daniel with you. They are your family, take care of them and love them as much as you care for and love Mama, son. Promise me,” will Mama Titania in her last moments was now swirling in Ryan's mind.

"Hubby was afraid he couldn't do what Mama had said," unknowingly the clear circle from the end of Ryan's eye just dripped.

"Hubby can do it. Isn't Mommy Aghata now married to Daddy? Mommy was happy. For Daniel, Hubby can work even harder, how if there is one donor who is ready for execution, Daniel becomes a priority to be handled first. Take advantage of all the networks Hubby has, By," Rani motivates. For a moment, he had forgotten about his meeting with Aunt Safira earlier.

"Continue?" Rani frowned.

"Doctors say, the success rate of the transplant done on Daniel someday is quite low, because there is not the slightest light that Daniel can catch at this time," explained Ryan mute.

"For God, it's all easy, Hubby. We are living and praying. What is important we try to the maximum first, for the result it is the prerogative of God completely," Rani said, calming.

Suddenly a glimmer of light appeared in Ryan's heart. He just needs to try to make the donor immediately he got and the transplant can be done immediately. True said Rani, about the result is the business of God. The duty of man is only dependable, after a maximum betethtiar.

***

In the back garden, Daniel and Naja are unaware that Ryan and Rani are already right behind him and hear all the things they have been talking about.

"Don't doubt my love and loyalty. I love you, totally. Not because of your good looks and physical perfection, but I love everything you have without exception. Both advantages and disadvantages, all have become part of the throbbing roar of my breath in every pulse that nourishes my soul and body," naja said it was able to cool the turmoil in Daniel's heart that was boiling because of various prejudices against the sudden fate that disturbed and controlled Daniel's mind on that day.

"Thank you" Daniel tried to find Naja's face. Naja, who saw Daniel's hand fumbling in the air, caught the hand and placed it on his cheek.

"You're not doubting my oath, are you, honey? Just once I betrayed and left you. After I pledge allegiance to you again, can I make sure that I will love and accompany you until God takes my life," said Naja again.

"Ssttts. Don't mention the death issue, honey. I want God to give us the strength of a life-long love like He designed for the love story of Mama Titania and Papa Prabu," a smile now unseen, forming a very sweet arch on the handsome face of Daniel.

Yes, although now his eyes can not see, but the eyes of his heart can feel how much love for him, even after physical perfection is no longer attached to him.

Until not felt, the sky began to infinity, making bright colors that change the charm of the horizon.

So too with our lives. He was like the sky, which part of his life was just about color. Sometimes bleached like cotton is white clean, sometimes blue, sometimes orange, sometimes even blackened due to the turn of time that God has outlined.

If the sky alone enjoys the ever-spinning color changes create different sensations in every moment, why should man complain about the destiny that God has written for him?

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