My son, not my son

Chapter 51. Nawal Accident

"Sorry, Mom. It is with a heavy heart that we say that mother's daughter must...."

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The middle-aged woman's heartbeat raced very fast like a flashier who was willing to fight. Though the charismatic doctor has not told the full news about his daughter. However, the mother could already guess that something bad happened to the princess.

"My daughter why, doctor?" asked the mother trembling. In fact, he held tightly to the iron bed that the princess currently used for him to lie down.

"Because of the impact that was quite hard due to the accident that hit Bu Kaifiya then with a heavy heart we say that ..."

"What is it, doctor? My daughter can still be saved, right, doctor? My daughter's fine, isn't she, doctor?" cerca mother of Basagita.

Again, he interrupted the doctor. No matter what, though, many eyes were staring at him. What is more important now is to know the safety of his son. The child he was willing to defend even he sacrificed his life for his daughter.

The mother who had conceived and raised Kaifiya until now she was already a mother. Basagita's mother knew that her speech just now was just a milestone to strengthen herself so that she could face what happened in the future.

"Doctors don't have to be long-winded. Now explain, what exactly happened to my daughter?" cecar's mother Basagita. He stared intently at the still calm doctor beside him.

If only the doctor was the same age as Basagita's mother and a male gender like her, he immediately gave her a bogem gift. But he came back. Can't solve everything with jotos.

The doctor realized, the mother acted like that because she did not want to lose her child. Not wanting anything bad to happen to her son. Same with his mother at home. Maybe if this happened to him, his mother would be this hot.

"Mother, listen to me. Mother calm down first yes," said the gentle doctor. He smiled sincerely. He knows how the mother feels. He knew how hurt his mother was.

"Exhale inhaler" the doctor said.

"Whatis that? I don't understand" said the mother quickly.

"Don't use weird language on me" he said.

Under these circumstances, he was no longer focused. Of course he knows what that means. But right now he is not focused. Galfok for the term today. Alias failed to focus.

Basagita's mother was a teacher. There's no way he doesn't understand the word exhale inhal. That is when the mind is divided everywhere. The easy ones become difficult, the hard ones get harder. Not otherwise. His name is not concentrated either.

"Try me to breathe and then release. Do it a few times then the mother will be much calmer," explained the doctor still smiling. Her smile is so sweet.

Basagita's mother, according to what the doctor said. I don't know why he even nodded. Different when he was angry. I don't even want to hear the doctor's words.

"Well this is better" the doctor praised Basagita's mother.

"Looking at Kaifiya's mother's feet right now, we decided to mutate on her right leg, Mom. With a heavy heart, today we will do it, too" said the doctor carefully. Without pause at all. Didn't want him interrupted by Basagita's mother anymore.

"What's? So my son is paralyzed?" said panic. He was devastated by the words of the doctor just now.

"One foot only, Mom. From the knees down. If you wear fake feet, ma'am. So the mother's daughter is not completely paralyzed" explained the doctor.

"Not paralyzed doctor said? My son will be disfigured by a doctor. How should I explain it when he wakes up?" said Basagita's mother with a trembling mouth. Her tears just spilled.

Which mother is not sick when she sees her child must experience paralysis even though she was born normally no less than one.

No. gabe. Any mother will not be strong, will not be easy to accept her child must experience disability.

While Fiya who was lying weakly on the bed, could hear the slurs of people who talked about him. They even said his name very clearly.

He tried to wake up, concentrate. Trying to listen carefully to what they are discussing. Especially when it comes to his name.

"Amputation? Defect?" inner saying.

He tried his hardest to wake up, but it was as if nature had not been on his side.

"Mama," screeches. He felt he had exerted all his strength to call the mother, but it turned out to be nil. Her mother did not hear her voice. Her mother was even chatting with the doctor. I don't know what else they're talking about.

"When was my son amputated by a doctor?" continued Basagita's mother.

"Fastly, Mom. Otherwise, his feet would rot. And it can affect others" explained the doctor.

Basagita's mother cried bitterly in the white-painted room. He hugged his daughter very tightly. And Fiya could feel someone squeezing his body.

"Mama, what exactly am I? And why was I amputated?" inner Fiya. He was crying in his chaos. Even her tears fell on the hand of the mother who was caressing her face.

"Yes, you're up, son?" ask the mother. There was a sense of pleasure, haru, of happiness as he felt that Fiya had come to a realization from his coma.

"Doctor, Fiya is crying. Fiya crying doctor. It means my son is awake. Is it a doctor?" Basagita's mother asked for an answer that hoped to satisfy her heart.

"Let me see, ma'am" said the doctor. He then walked closer to Fiya's bed. He removed the stethoscope from his hanging neck. He moved the stethoscope as he wanted. He also directed light into Fiya's eyes. Trying to figure out Fiya's progress.

"How, doc? My son is awake, right?"

"I'm sorry, Mom. Mother's son is still unconscious."

"What's? Not likely. Doctor's lying. My son is conscious. Bad doctor! How could the doctor say that. She was crying doctor. He shed the doctor's tears. Only a conscious person can shed a tear," licked Basagita's mother.

The doctor was silent. He tried to remain patient with Basagita's mother.

****

While elsewhere.

Nawal is already on the streets. He tried to stop a taxi or public transport but no one wanted to give him a ride. I don't know what the problem is.

Today he felt that everything was not on his side. Neither living things nor living things. None of his intentions went well.

Nawal tried to walk. Too long waiting for the unclear he decided to go down the street on foot.

.But suddenly, a motorcycle approached him at a very fast pace.

At last......

The accident was inevitable.