Painting Your Eye Ball
THE POOR CAKRA
STUDENTS are starting to get busy with books. The final semester exam is coming soon. Not to be left behind, Cakra and his friends. Like Cakra now, he was engrossed in his mathematical notes. The pen in hand is played as if thinking of the numbers in front of him. Sometimes he looked at his printed books to make sure what he was doing was right.
“Eh, Bro is very young, not to your canteen?” Ryan my colleague Cakra saw his friend from this morning very seriously. “Lu no longer hurts, does it, Bro? Pale it.”
“Ngak. Still full, here, there was a bread dikit.”
“Bread bit makes full?”
“Yes, Ryan. Later if hungry I go to the canteen kok.”
Ryan passed away leaving Cakra. In a square room with a size of 5x5 meters there are only a few people because most choose to go to the cafeteria and to the library. Cakra who was busy working on Math problems paused for a moment. His body felt tired like never before, even cold sweat soaked his forehead.
Fifteen minutes later, Ryan and a few other friends entered the classroom. Bell signaled the lesson would restart in just five minutes.
“This.” Ryan gave Cakra bread and a bottle of mineral water. You need to eat, Bro. Your face, it's so pale. How to sweat again. Meningan us to the UKS room only, yuk.”
“Gue is okay. Just tired of this. Hmm, thanks yes.” Cakra took the drink and drank it.
“That bread is eaten too.”
“Iya.” Cakra then devoured the peanut butter sandwich voraciously until it ran out in an instant. “Gue really, still full, yes.”
HUEEEK...! Fresh blood just came out of Cakra's mouth.
“Cak, Cakra! Why you gini? Whoi, help!” Ryan frantically looked at the white clothes Cakra was full of blood which also hit his clothes.
The other friends panicked and took Cakra to the UKS room. Some call teachers. Cakra fell limp. His face was pale and sweaty.
“Why Cakra, Ryan?” Nadia's mother, their homeroom teacher who had just come to the UKS room, asked about Cakra.
“Ndon't know, Mom. From this morning Cakra was not that spirit, but he continued to learn. In fact, during the break he was still busy with math problems. I went to the cafeteria, he didn't want to. He said he was still full. Then seeing his pale face I bought bread and drinks, after eating the bread so vomited blood. In fact, I was also eating the same bread, but usually not why-why.”
“Maag time, tuh, Mom. Cakra is often an upset stomach already a few days.” The class leader spoke.
“Yaudah, Ryan please call his parents Cakra, yes. Others can go back to class. You guys should keep learning.”
An hour passed. Cakra has now been in Jakarta's public hospital for examination. His current state is so limp. However, he was still conscious and knew where he was. After being examined by the Doctor, Cakra is welcome to wait in the waiting room accompanied by the Brother. His mother and father were still in the doctor's office.
“Does your child often have nausea and vomiting? Or lately reduced appetite?” The doctor asked his mother about the state of the chakras.
“Yes, she now rarely eats. If I have nausea or vomiting, I don't know. Only sometimes he often holds his stomach and heart. Like enduring pain.”
“We have to check it further.”
“We must USG, to be able to know how the current state of the stomach. And, if possible, your child should be copied for a few days.”
***
The results of the ultrasound test and the results of the blood draw have come out. The Cakra hull is really bad right now. There are several diseases that are complications. Bacteria found in the stomach is now fatal. In fact, the Cakra must be operated immediately. His stomach cancer has spread to more distant parts. Cancer cells in the esophagus have also begun to be seen. His liver also began to be affected.
One week Cakra diop. This guy who likes music has to lie in the hospital. During this time Cakra was aware of the symptoms caused, but he often ignored because he thought it was just an ordinary stomach ulcer. Indeed Cakra often eat fast food, also likes to eat sour and spicy and it all turns out to be the beginning of the disease he suffered.
“Dok, how is my son? How is the examination?”
“Mari Bu Susi, to my room.”
It didn't take long from Cakra's room to the Doctor's.
“His stomach chakra can't be saved anymore, ma'am. The entire lining of the stomach has been eroded by cancer. In other words, there are many small cancers that spread widely to the lymph nodes. Indeed, the symptoms of stomach cancer are not much different from the symptoms of an ordinary ulcer, so it may be that Cakra always ignore it.”
Susi's mother was unable to endure her cries. His hands are strong. The news really took him down. The only son he had had had to suffer from a disease capable of taking his life. “A-what should I do, Doc? How can I get my child healed, Doc?”
“The stomach cancer has entered stage four. If we operate on it, then the stomach and lymph should be removed. Cancer in the throat must be cured. The development of this cancer is lumanyan fast. Already several parts of vital organs were attacked.”
“Is there no way that my child can be healed? Maybe with chemotherapy or radiotherapy?”
For stages of the stage like this, there is it all will add to the pain. But, I will try to give drugs to prevent the cancer to gnaw other organs. Soon we also have to do chemotherapy.”
“Do it, Doc. Whatever it is for my son to survive. He's too young.”
“I will do my best.”
Susi's mother asked permission to return to Cakra's room. His feet are like no bones. Unable to stand up straight. With the help of her sisters she was taken to the hospital room. The small threads that he had been holding finally split his cheeks. He saw the child was lying limp, with a pale face and an increasingly thin body adding to the sadness that was there.
“What Does Doctor say, Bu?” The older brother who had accompanied Cakra also wanted to know about his sister's health.
“What should we do to Cakra, Brother? All this time he felt his own pain without ever telling us all.”
“What pain chakra, Bu?”
“Log. End-stage gastric cancer.” Susi's mother fell. His feet are so limp.
Cakra's father who heard from the entrance of the room stared at the wife in disbelief. Sometimes he looks at his son. “Why should you, Cakra? You're too young, son. Your ideals haven't had time for you to achieve.”
