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The dawn prayer has been reverberated. The binar just squirms. After waking up, she somehow still felt tired. His sleep was very good last night.
“Honey, wake up, pray first dawn.” His words whispered right in Binar's ear.
The last breath makes Binar's body creep. “How did you wake up?”
“Could not sleep.”
“Cause last night not so yes?” Ask Binar.
“Not really. I didn't think of that. I don't know why, I can't sleep well. A lot of work is unfinished. Especially today there is a fairly complicated operating schedule.”
“Why panic? Usually also relax.”
“Hehehe, yes already, shower spout, I wait.”
Binar forced her weak body to get up and walk to the bathroom. When they finished, they performed congregational dawn prayers in a small mosque in the house. Together with Mbok Sami and also Roni.
“Non Binar how his face shoots? Where does the currant look too.” Said Mbok Sami after finishing prayers. He is folding his face.
“Very good looks, Mbok?”
“Yes, her cheeks until tapered so.”
“Against appetite, Mbok. Fatty also went back to the hospital. ”
“Perhaps Non-Binar is pregnant again.”
“Amin, hopefully, Mbok.” Binar could not cover his happiness. Imagine if she was really pregnant.
After breakfast, Binar went to the hospital with Pamungkas.
Along the way, Pamungkas continued to hold tightly to the hand of Binar. The man seemed to be worrying about something, but was reluctant to tell his wife.
Even after arriving at MMC, he did not want to release his hand. He really no longer cared about the sight of people who were shocked to see their affection.
Binar can only try to keep looking ordinary. In his heart he felt strange and ashamed. Pun scared.
“I made an appointment with Doctor Sita last night. We go straight to the room yes.” Pamungkas.
“Lho? Would you like to take me?” Doesn't work?”
“Let's aja. I'll nemenin you first.” Answer Pamungkas. Binar nodded.
Arriving in the room of Doctor Sita, Binar and Pamungkas were treated very friendly. Everyone knows who Bar. So he got priority there.
Finally waiting for Binar who was being examined by Doctor Sita with anxious feelings. Last night, he had told the symptoms of Binar to Dr. Sita.
The examination of the binar lasted a long time. The doctor even took a blood sample to test. And when she was done, Binar sat beside her husband with a smile that continued to expand at the corner of her lips. Be prepared to listen to the examination results.
Doctor Sita looked at Pamungkas inside. He breathed before starting his explanation.
“how, Doctor?” Ask the middle-aged female doctor.
Doctor Sita did not answer him immediately. He only sighed once more, then nodded slowly to Pamungkas.
The last who understood very well what the nod meant, closed his eyes tightly. He seemed very disappointed with what he had expected.
“Udah as bad as what?” The last one continued to ask.
Binar was confused half dead. He did not understand why the final reaction was so sad about the results of his pregnancy examination. Could something be wrong with her body?
“Why, Mas? How sad?” Ask Binar. He felt that something was wrong in him. Slowly his heart started to beat. Imagine that something bad is happening inside of him.
“Ovarian cancer stage 3C.” Obviously Doctor Sita then.
Doctor Sita nodded slowly. His face was concerned for Binar.
While Pamungkas increasingly tighten his hand grip. He wanted to give his wife as much power as possible.
Finally expected it. Even from last night when his wife was in pain, somehow his mind was pointing there. That Binar might have cancer. But he could not conclude without the results of a complete examination.
“But it can be cured right, Doc? I can still get pregnant right, Doctor?” Ask Binar. His voice vibrates. He was trying to strengthen himself.
“Insha Allah, we will find a way. Hopefully there is still a way. Worst case, you may have to give up your uterus for removal.” Reply Doctor Sita.
Yes, Binar knew exactly the dangers of the disease he suffered. He could even die at any time.
Collapse is already a happy world belonging to Binar. The ordeal has not stopped approaching him. And the ordeal this time was much heavier for him.
Slowly the tears of the sparkle drip. He didn't want to hold it in the first place.
“Doctor Pam?”
He could only look at his wife. He was racking his brain to find a way of healing for his wife.
“Do whatever it takes to heal my wife, Doctor. If indeed we have to give up his womb to be lifted, we are sincere. The important thing is that my wife can recover.” Pamungkas Resolute. He didn't care if Binar kept clutching his arm to stop him from speaking.
“Mas Lirih Binar's.
Binar attempted to hold back the rate of her tears as they exited Doctor Sita's room. He did not want to show his destruction in front of the crowd.
He ordered Fauzan to prepare a VIP room for Binar. He doesn't want to waste time even if it's just one second.
“Mas, do I have to be cared for now?”
“The sooner you receive treatment, the better. We can't waste any more time, Bin.” Finally, continue to step his feet towards the room that will be occupied by Binar.
“I'm fine, Mom. The proof is I can still do normal activities, right?”
He sat his wife in bed. Then gazed deeply into the glazed light of Binar.
“You know, the danger of this disease? Don't be strong Bin. Don't be so resigned. We strive for your healing.”
The sparkle returned with tears. He looked angrily at the leader.
“Don't tell me I'm strong-ass, Mas. I'm just trying to be strong. You're not strong, either, Mom. It feels like yelling, wanting to run, wanting to vent everything. I'm angry too. I'm scared. But whatever anger I am, as sad as anything, no matter how sick I am, this disease will not be able to disappear immediately, right? Is it with me being weak, my disease can be cured immediately? Don't you, Mas? I'm just trying to be patient. It's a hard ordeal for me, Mom. I'm trying to strengthen myself, why are you even saying that I'm strong? I'm not that weak, Mom. I want to heal, so you try not to be too sad thinking about this disease. I'm not a strong ass, I just want to be strong.”
Blazing tears flowed down his cheeks. Makes you feel very guilty. He would not seek justification for his words. He was just panicking and worrying. Bad thoughts haunt him.
He was trying to overcome the fear of losing his wife. He won't be able to. Even imagined, it had made him lose his way.
He gripped his wife's body tightly. “Sorry to me, Bin. Sorry me. I should have been stronger to support you. But my faith is weaker. I'm afraid to see you in pain. I can't bear..”
“Insha Allah I will be fine, Mas.” The bar is strengthening itself as well. He wanted to cry to shed his sorrow. But he was sure of one thing, if God was testing it with the assurance of heaven, God willing.
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