Reaching the Miss (Daddy)
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It had been an hour of surgery, and for an hour my heart seemed to lose its rhythm. Many times mas Tama calms me in various ways to reduce my anxiety, but still the anxiety is not reduced to the same item.
I don't know what they do in the operating room, which I know when searching on google page, stem cells belonging to Tama mas that have been taken some time ago in freeze, on this day the cell is again diluted and the doctor will insert the cell through a keteter in the vein that has been installed.
During the transplant process, Amara will remain conscious and not feel pain.
New stem cells that enter the body Amara will go directly to the spinal cord and will multiply into healthy blood cells.
At least that's my understanding of the process of bone marrow transplantation.
"Na, how old is Amara?" ask the father who knows sitting next to me, replacing the Tama mas who just said he was going to the toilet.
"Six years and a half yah"
"Already school?"
"Of course, but the school wasn't so focused"
"God willing, after Ara is healed, we will give the best for her including her education. I want my grandson to be happy"
"Thank you, yeah"
Actually, I was not happy with them, because I never gave it to them, but once came and even asked for recognition from Tama mas and also father. But how else, it's Ara's right to know who the father and his oma opa. Because Ara is the only descendant of mas Tama.
"What does Ara like and dislike?"
"Ara likes to paint well, paint dresses especially, love traveling too. If you eat there must be a cloud"
"What's your dream of becoming a fashion designer?" ask the father who actually poked my lips to sing a smile. "Persis the same Tama yes, like to eat shrimp"
"Yes yeah"
I think my father realized the uncomfortable sensation of my body gesture, that's why he tried to fend off the discomfort I felt, by inviting me to chat.
While mother, I did not greet her at all because when I grabbed her hand for me to kiss, she even showed her indifferent expression.
"What's wrong, it looks like I said my name" Mas Tama, who just returned from the toilet, joined us in the sidelines of our conversation.
"No Tama, Nara said, she said, Amui, your daughter likes to eat shrimp, just like you"
"Marial times yeah"
"That's a new call from dad to dad's favorite grandson"
"Where did you get Amui?" mas Tama sat himself next to my father.
"From Amara's word, so Amui. Nice right?"
"Good yeah, but not the same mommy"
"It must be well, after all, Amui or Amei, in Chinese it means little sister, so is it okay?"
"Well, that means good too?"
Me and Tama smiled faintly in response. My fleeting mother lyrics that seemed to throw an envious look at me.
"Later, if Ara has recovered, has been allowed to go home, the plan is to stay where Tama, Nara?"
"I want to stay at my house"
"But if according to the father, it is better to stay at the father's house only, so that later the father's house becomes crowded, not lonely"
"Ara pep also the father lives the same opa oma"
"Well, Tama, it's good to just stay at dad's"
"The permission must first be the same mother, right" asked Mas Tama who made me immediately scan the view towards the mother.
"No need, it's father's house, surely mother also ngijinin kok"
"It's up to Amara later yeah"
"Betul Na, let Amui decide where he wants to live. At home dad can, at home Tama can, at home grandfather Ramdan can, as comfortable as Ara" said Father, whose wise attitude is very extraordinary.
I smile again.
"Father accompany mother first yes" continued Dad while standing. "Pity mother, from that moment silence no one is talking"
After confirming the words of the father, mas Tama shifted his seat in the place of the former father, then united one of our fingers.
"Your hands are wet, baby"
"I was nervous, scared, panicked, mixed into one mas"
"Just relax, it looks like it's over soon"
"Doctors say how many hours of the transplant?"
"Doctor said an hour and a half"
"It's been an hour"
"We'll wait a minute Na"
TB
Again bad mood.. hikkss part is very little 😇😇
