My Only One's

Therapy And Check Up

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One week later …

"Come, you can." Galang held onto Amara who that morning started his therapy again.

After convincing that her legs are ready to be used for walking, they encouraged the woman so that her confidence grew and was ready for this session.

Both of his hands could hold on to an iron that was installed in such a way as to help him stand up. Although trembling, Amara tried to do what her therapist said.

"Sister don't let go, later I fall" said Amara, a little frightened.

"will not. I'm here, behind you." Galang held his waist.

Then Amara moved her right leg which still felt weak. Trying to set him on the floor and feel back what was under his feet.

Numbed.

Other than heavy feelings, nothing else. But he kept trying.

One step was limped, while both of his hands were trying to maintain balance. His mind seemed to be split in two to make his body respond whenever he tried.

The pain began to creep up on his arm. Of course, the scars of the injury will not disappear easily. Likewise with the legs, especially the knees that experience the most severe. Pain and pain become one. But that was the process, and Amara already knew it.

Amara groaning. His knees began to feel like they were being pressed hard, and something returned to its originally shifted position. Maybe it's just his feelings, even though that's the reality.

"Slowly." Galang followed him from behind, keeping the woman's body from falling.

It had only been two steps but sweat had already poured down his forehead and face, as if he had traveled tens of meters.

Amara stopped, then cried.

"It hurts!" he said, and he almost gave up like in previous therapy.

"Stop first, it's okay" said Galang who did not move a bit from nearby. 

Amara regulated her stifled breath. Then he prepared to go back to taking one more step, and the next few steps. He finally reached halfway.

The pain grew, and eventually the woman gave up as well. Just when Galang caught him.

"I still can't!" he said, and he came back crying.

"This is good. You've made it halfway. It's okay." Steady with his consolation, then he took Amara to the other side of the therapy room.

The therapist gave a massage of the feet and hands as usual, after the doctor finished checking the condition.

"The progress is quite good, and today we get satisfactory results. Half the session meant a lot to Amara. Maybe in the next session it will be better" explained the doctor.

"Kok still sick?" Amara complains.

"That's for sure, I told you that it's not easy. But if the exercise and therapy are routinely done, healing will definitely occur. We just have to be patient. So, don't get discouraged, huh?"

***

"The baby's healthy, see?" The obstetrician pointed at two black dots on the screen.

The numbers and writing on the screen explain how the condition of the uterus and fetus that is growing in it, and this makes the spirit of Amara re-awakened. Knowing its excellent condition.

"It's been eight weeks and the growth is very good. Good job, Mom!" she said, with a sweet smile.

"Therapies and treatments won't cause any problems?" Galang asked, with his feelings still amazed at what he saw on the screen.

"No. It was adjusted to his condition. That's why you should always tell us whatever happens. So that bad things can be anticipated." explained the doctor.

Galang nodded his head in understanding.

"Well, after this do not forget to take a lot of rest and medicine as usual in drinking?" the doctor ended the consultation session that afternoon.

"heard right? Your recovery is very good, and everything is so. So don't worry too much." They're down the hospital hallway.

"But it's a long time ago."

"It's okay, the important thing is that you recover" said Galang, again strengthening the woman.

"Eh, wait a minute." Amara asked her husband to stop walking.

"That's like Darren's sister?" He pointed to someone in the waiting room of the skin health care unit.

"Is there Mama Fia too?" said Amara who saw others there.

"We're going there, brother!" he said, and Galang obeyed his words.

"Mama Fia with Brother Darren again what?" when their distance is near.

"Oh, hey? You're checking up?" Sofia immediately turned her attention, as did Darren.

"Udah. The therapy is also out of the morning." replied Amara.

"Oh yeah? How's now?" The woman who was still beautiful in her half-life asked.

"Everything's good, Mom." Turn Galang answered.

"Thank God."

"Mama Fia who's with you? Papi's sick?" Amara asked again after glancing at the door of Kirana's doctor's room.

"No, between Darren." replied Sofia.

"Sister Darren?" He glanced at the silent man in the waiting chair.

"Biasalah, the allergy is relapsing."

"Allergy? How can?"

"Obviously, Darren likes to forget he's allergic."

"Hm …."

The waiting doctor arrived.

"I'm sorry to have to wait, I have to deal with other patients first" the doctor said after greeting.

"It's okay Doctor, we just came." Sofia answered.

"Hi Ara's? How are you?" Kirana turned to Amara who was also there.

"Healthy Doctor. Today is busy, right?"

"Not really, there are only patients with special treatment" Kirana replied, then she turned to the silent Darren.

"Sir Darren, is the rash still there? After the second consultation yesterday hasn't gone away either huh?" ask the man.

"Umm ... a little." The person in question answered.

"Well, then let's go to my room?" take her, and she's welcome.

"Sir Darren, he likes to be stubborn. I know you have allergies, why ngeyel?" chirps Amara, who made Darren widen his eyes.

Doctor Kirana immediately glanced.

"Yes, if this is so hard. The medication has not gone away either. Though usually only take one allergy medicine or he must be missing days." said Sofia.

Darren suddenly felt that allowing her to drive him to the hospital was a bad idea. 

"Mh …."

"Is Mr Darren really allergic, ma'am?" Doctor Kirana immediately asked. 

"There was. That's why he's like this. But it seems a little bad, Doctor. It has not healed after a week. Though three days ago also check up here right?" 

"Yes, but I didn't think it was an allergic reaction. Because Mr. Darren replied that I had no history of allergies when I asked." 

Everyone's view was directed at him. And at once Darren felt like just disappearing from the world.

"Hmmm …." Both corners of Amara's lips were attracted to form a smile, while Sofia looked at her son with a suspicious look.

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