Miss To Move Diary

Fathering....

Ready to be able to pc love Yevn 😉

Later announced his name...

Yevn is not really writing a novel. In between the busy work, Yevn took the time to write a personal story, a story that only became history for Yevn.

Take his ibrah alone, which is bad sidestepping.

😘😘

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It's been more than ten years, I quit smoking. The father of a diabetic, who made the father's body that was previously stocky and contained, now began to be thin.

Because the type of diabetes paternity is not the type if the wound is difficult to heal, but only makes the body of the father more thin.*(people commonly call it 'dry type diabetes. If the type of diabetes is wet if there are wounds that are difficult to heal, it can even spread. But according to doctors there is no dry and wet type. I don't know in your area how to respond to this).

With age getting older. But father remained as lively and cheerful as ever.

I have also quit smoking for over ten years. In the past when the father had a desire to smoke, the father always avoided by eating candy that had coffee.

Even dad always provides candy stock at home. It didn't last long, and I could really quit smoking.

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"Dad how's it going, bang?"

I asked Bang Vhen on the phone.

"Good dad, just often hard of breath." replied brother.

"Yevn will try permission from the office to request a holiday. Then please help me just as well, brother Teguh, bang." My speech.

"What is the deck, you just work, besides the brother works every day, different from you. What will happen when you tell me."

"Hmmm. It only hurt yesterday. Later Yevn try to ask the same brother Teguh." My answer.

Right now I'm really worried about Dad.

I miss my dad too. I want to go home soon.

Finally I refused to shut up the offer to play music in the city **, which was very tempting.

I didn't tell this to my family, especially Dad.

Finally I was able to get a work holiday permit, all thanks to the help of Mr. Teguh who took the scheduled service out and fieldwork.

I went straight home to my hometown, to my birthplace.

Upon entering the courtyard of the house, I saw a father who was shocked and happy to see my return.

Just getting out of the car, I immediately hugged my father, dad grabbed me.

"Asslamu'alaikum's chat..."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer father.

"Why didn't you tell me to go home? Or is it just you who doesn't know?"

Ask dad.

"No, everybody doesn't know. Yevn deliberately did not like to know, ntar that there was all in ngodang Yevn home." My answer.

"Hahaha, what office? aren't you busy?" Ask me while looking at me suspiciously.

"Ga's busy, because it's relaxing so Yevn can get permission." Answer lies.

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I still look at me suspiciously. Die me....

"Mama.." I saw my mom coming out from the side of the house.

"When did he get? How did you say?" Mama said.

This is the chance to escape from the glance of my father who is suspicious of me.

Fortunately, because I couldn't lie. Because in reality, in the office work is very much. Meetings and offices where.

I hugged my mom, kissed her cheek. *I love you mom..

I went in with my mom and dad's hands.

Dad's hands are already skinny and wrinkled.

There was sadness at the time, but I didn't want to destroy the atmosphere.

I spent 'my holidays' here with my family. And father? Dad is fine in front of us.

But, me? I just pretended to be her little girl who didn't understand what.

Since the passing of the late Arfan, I have only shown my cherry in front of my family and relatives.

I tried to cover all my grief from all. By building a cheerful side that covers my grief that never ends.

Now, in front of my father, once again I wake up, I close 'I understand' by being innocent.

Dad, I'm not your innocent Yevn anymore. I quite understand what you're closing. Yevn knew he was building a closing reality that he thought would make us sad and worried.

Yevn is going to follow Dad.....

I'll still be a plain little boy to dad.

Forever, I will remain your little girl....

Nosy and innocent girl.

I won't change, always be your little girl....

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I've gone home to my house. I now live with Eva, my cousin and my best friend.

I routinely called Dad, asking him the news. I'll just answer, good father, healthy father.

After calling dad, I would call bang Vhen, to ask him about it.

Dad gets sick more and more.

One day, when I was just performing dawn prayers, I grabbed my phone that had been ringing.

"Assalamu'alaikum,..."

"....." Someone was talking across the phone that made me stiff.

I can't say a word.

"Sir.."

My tears are dripping, one, two, and now they're rushing.

"Dec, go home, if you want to see dad, go home. Dad's deck, dad's, dad's, "That's what bang Vhen said.

I immediately contacted Ms. Syarifah to cancel the MC serivyang held this morning.

I sincerely apologise for abruptly cancelling the deal.

I told him the reason when he asked Sam.

I immediately set off to drive my own car which was bang Vhen forbade me to drive because my mind is chaotic at this time.

But I didn't mind. I just want to go home, and get home soon.

When I got home, I went straight in, and I saw bang Vhen sitting crying outside my parents' room.

Some relatives and close neighbors were already there. Dad was conscious, his breathing was heavy too.

Dad doesn't respond to people around him.

I sat stroking my father's hair, which started to whiten. I held Dad's hand, I kissed him on the forehead.

"Dad, it's Yevn coming home, wake up yeah." My words held sobs, my tears melted, xan I wiped immediately.

"Dad, Yevn came home, opened his eyes. Wake up, open his eyes." My voice started to shake.

Mashel and some of the people who teach to ask for the recovery of father.

Dad didn't respond.

Shortly after, doctors and nurses arrived home and checked on the father.

"Where's doc? oh yeah, I have diabetes doc." My speech.

"Oh, yes, let's check first ma'am." Answer doctor Ferdi.

After the examination, Ferdi's doctor explained that the father's sugar levels dropped dramatically and that made the father drop. Fortunately, you can be aware of the cause.

Finally, according to the advice of doctor Ferdi father in bopong to an open room and not AC.

After the infusion was attached and the father was given sugar water little by little on his lips, finally the father realized.

After 7 hours I was unconscious. Now he opened his eyes, and was confused by his situation.

That day, it was very difficult, and we and our family asked that the day and condition would never happen.

A time when we were afraid of losing our father.

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That morning, when you woke up about to ablaze, you woke up dad, you know,

"Well, mama wants ablution and dawn prayer, dad if you are not strong for prayer, what is it." My mother told my father.

At that time my father was weak, my father was sick.

Mama wudhu and perform dawn prayers. Finish praying mama saw dad not respond.

Finally mama Viba woke up father, but father still did not respond.

Mama called bang Vhen and sister Mashel.

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Since then, my father has had difficulty breathing. Finally, my father went to the hospital. Because I said I wasn't strong.

The family submitted a complaint to the doctor, and the doctor advised for treatment.

Three nights dad's in the care, not much change. After discussion with family members, an agreement was made that the father would be referred to in Beng hospital***.

I agreed to be treated. At that time I did not take my father to Beng* Hospital*, because my parents ordered me to stay with Machel who was just waiting for the day of delivery.

After praying Isya, I called my mother on the phone, asking for news.

And it turns out something happened, here I don't tell you what happened when Maghrib was in the hospital.

Two hours after that, I called my mom again.

I was told that Dad would be in surgery soon. Because there's a problem with dad's lungs.

At ten o'clock in the night, I received a message from Machel's sister, saying her stomach was starting to hurt, but Machel didn't know if her pain was a regular cramp or a sign of a sign.

I called Machel.

"Where? are we going straight to the hospital or to the midwife?" My toot.

"Ga first need Yevn, the pain can still be controlled, only you are ready, if axa what is your phone brother you just ask to be taken to Nina's midwife." Evidently.

I asked her husband's position. I asked Mr. Machel to prepare all the needs of childbirth. Just to take care.

Right now, my mind is sharing.

On the one hand, I'm running an operation and there's been no news for hours.

On the other hand, Mr. Machel welcomed the birth of his son.

My tears were dripping, I couldn't sleep at all.

Tonight is a long night for me.

2 Hours later, I received a phone call from Umi, her foster sister to Machel.

I was told that Rachel's sister had safely given birth to a son.

And umi didn't call me when Machel was about to give birth. They were worried about my situation, which I was not fit myself.

I immediately called my mom, and got word, I've survived the operation to install the device in my chest cavity.

But I'm still unconscious.

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God,,

look how fragile my heart is right now, my,,

only Your miracle and love I hope for now,,

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You can stop here too.