My wife's lover

chapter 88

Time to bring Alya therapy. The doctor recommended a medical rehab doctor for my daughter. I took my daughter for a consultation to the medical rehab doctor with my mother.

I drove Andre first to school and I asked permission from the school if Alya wanted control to the doctor.

After registering Alya, we went to medical rehab.

We've been waiting in line for almost two hours in a medical rehab that's had enough patients. From accident patients such as my daughter to patients who do have diseases from infants that require them to often do therapy to consult a medical rehab doctor every few months.

"Well, how long?" my daughter was sleepy in her wheelchair.

I rubbed his head gently, "Patience, son. Let Alya see that little sister. He came earlier than us and hasn't been called yet but he's not fussy, is he?" point me at a girl maybe she's just three.

The little girl was in her mother's arms. I don't know what caused it until the little girl was not able to walk when she looked healthy and fresh. Laughing and joking with her mother.

There are almost half of the patients here who are toddlers. While in the next room which is a place for therapy, more children of toddler age there. But most of them came with both parents but there were also those who came only alone with his mother.

My daughter's name was finally called after the clock showed ten o'clock. We went to the doctor of medical rehab. A young woman doctor who still looks young. His name was Maya Susanti.

"Hallo, Alya Anggita is her name?" asked the doctor Maya kindly as she extended her hand to me, mother, and Alya.

"Yes, doctor" answered my daughter.

"New patient, huh?" ask the doctor again.

"Yes, doc."

"Hmm, I read for a moment the history of pain, yes!" clearly the doctor then read the patient data book belonging to Alya.

The doctor examined Alya's leg carefully. After that, record something in the patient's data book.

"Alright, it only takes Alya's courage to start therapy. Her therapist will help Alya stand up and walk. If Alya is actively practicing also at home as taught by her therapist then it will not take long for Alya to be able to walk again. And Alya must also eat enough and nourishing for the healing process from within!" obviously doctor.

"I ate a lot, Doc!" sahut.

Doctor Maya smiled, "That's great, Alya! Now Alya please wait in the therapy room. And for the next, Alya just queued in the therapy room no need to see a doctor anymore. Later after undergoing therapy eight times Alya returned to the doctor, yes! Let the doctor check the progress!" obviously Maya's doctor again.

"Okay, doctor! Daily therapy, huh, doc?" my many.

"Oh no, sir. The therapy is enough twice a week only!" obviously Maya's doctor.

"alright. Thanks, doctor!" my spoken.

We then say goodbye.

Entering the therapy room, back we had to queue up. My daughter's face returned moody when she saw the patient queue that was quite a lot. The patient is an average toddler who does need long therapy. I even heard my mother talk to a mother who might be my age if her baby has been in therapy for almost two years in this hospital.

Actually there are places where paid therapy patients will not queue like in the hospital but maybe because of limited costs and also the type of therapy that must be undertaken is not enough two kinds so most of them choosing therapy in the hospital. You really have to have patience.

My daughter who initially looked sad about the condition of her body, now just look pity on the little children there.

"Pity yes, yeah. Nearly two years in therapy hasn't healed yet?" alya was sad.

"Yes, kid. But look at them, their faces are nothing moody right? At most they look sleepy because they wait too long. So Alya don't want to lose to those sisters! Gotta be excited!"

Hhh, Alya took a deep breath. Looks like my daughter's starting to find her spirit.

"Yes, yeah! When I lost to those little brothers."

"That's called a great boy!"

My daughter smiled, "The better they are, yeah. They're still very small. That one is one year old, right. My mom told me the same story, grandma."

"Yes, honey. All the kids here are great!"

Queuing for almost an hour, Alya was called.

There were three therapists in the room. My daughter is being treated by a female therapist who looks young. I was asked to wait outside. At first my daughter objected but saw another child who was also not accompanied by her parents, finally my daughter wanted me to stay.

For half an hour, I was asked to come in. It turns out my daughter's therapy session is over. My daughter looks smiling. I then took him out.

"How's the therapy, son? It doesn't hurt, does it?" manya curious.

"It doesn't hurt, yeah. I was just scared of falling."

"Kan mbak therapist is experienced so Alya is not possible to fall!"

"Yes, yeah!"

"Alya must be tired, yeah! We go straight home or Alya's going to stop by?"

"Yes, baby!"

We then went to the parking lot. I started the engine and left the hospital immediately.

"When is Alya therapy again, son?" ask mother.

"Just the day after, huh? Free important days twice a week. But it's up to Alya to want it when."

"Hmm, if I have schoolwork, I'm not in therapy, yeah!" sahut.

"Yes, son!"

The clock has shown twelve o'clock in the afternoon. I remember having to pick up my son Andre.

"We'll pick up Andre first, son. Andre is coming home soon!" I said I drove the car to Andre's school.

"It's late, yeah. Long time ago we were in the hospital," said my daughter.

"Yes, kid. But then we will only queue in the therapy room no longer need to see a medical rehab doctor, right. It won't be this long!"

"Hhmm, yeah yeah. I'm thirsty, dad!"

"Here, grandma's ready for drinking water. Grandma also brought bread. Alya wants?" sahut.

"Yes, grandma. Alya is also a laper!"

We arrived at my son's school when school wasn't finished. Waiting ten minutes, my son Andre appeared at the gate.

"Where, deck?" andre asked as she sat down next to me looking back where her sister and grandmother were sitting.

"We just got home and picked it up! I'm tired!" replied daughter.

"So this just came home from the hospital, huh?" Andre looks surprised.

"Yes, mas. Long queue up to twice."

"Well, it's boring for sure!" said Andre.

"Who said it was boring? There Alya can meet cute and great little sisters, really!" my clear.

"Oh, huh? How great, dad?" my son scrunched his forehead.

My daughter told me everything she saw and experienced in the hospital. Andre looks to nod his head.

"Gee, pity those sisters, yeah. Hopefully Alya's sister can recover quickly and can walk again like before!"

"Aamijin! Andre always has to give his brother Alya something!"

"Yes, yeah. Must be donk."

Half an hour later, we arrived home. The children were waiting on the porch. He looks worried.

I moved Alya to her wheelchair and pushed her into the house.

"Old kok, mas? You're okay, right?" ask istirku worried.

I had forgotten to bring my phone while Alya and my mother did not have a cell phone.

"Sorry, yank. I forgot to bring my phone!" I said while embracing and rubbing her shoulders gently.

"Yes, mas. I saw the phone on the dresser!"

"Hmm, eat yuk! It's a laper, it's!" take me.

"Yes, mom! Yuk. Lunch is ready, okay."

We headed straight to the dining room. Aunty was preparing food on the table to help my mother. Food is appetizing. My stomach can't wait to eat the food in front of me.

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