Reunion After

Mama Sick

Pov: Vest

I lay myself in bed. Turn back the woman's voice. Saying that I have my own throne in his heart. To date, it has not been replaced by another.

"Widya .., back and forth I tried to forget you. But, you always come and make my efforts always fail."

I messed up my own hair. Upset with me, why has a year passed still ringing and always twisted our memory.

Mom called me to her room. I was shocked when I saw her lips were swollen. Until we talk hard. I asked Mom to see a doctor. Mamah agrees.

From the doctor given anti-inflammatory and anti-pain medication only. Mama consumed it for three days. When the drug runs out, the swelling does not deflate. I think it's getting bigger.

I checked my mommy back to the doctor. Given anti-inflammatory drugs, anti-pain, and itching. Doctors also recommend compressing the swelling with warm water. Still the same in my opinion, the swelling on the lips mamah does not go away.

Then, there was a white wound like thrush. And when I try to hold it with a cotton bud, what's like a hole? I checked back in, but this time to a surgeon in our town. I suspect it's not a normal swelling, there could be an infection.

After examination by the surgeon the result is an abscess and suspected diabetic ulcer. An abscess is an inflammation that contains pus, while a diabetic ulcer is a wound caused by diabetes mellitus. The surgeon suggested that it be treated first. After checking blood sugar when, it turns out that blood sugar mamah when it was high. This is why mamah cannot be given operative action.

Three days of taking the drug again. The result was slightly deflated and the white wound was even elongated. I can't bear to see it. Eating hard, drinking hard, talking becomes difficult for you.

Time for control, blood sugar when the results are still high. That's why my wounds don't heal.

"Where? Want me an operation?" ask the surgeon.

"Well, Doc?" my many.

"Preferably surgery soon. Given this is an infection, and can continue to expand, action should be taken immediately."

I called my brother. I say mamah because he is not in Demak at the moment. My job is to give me full responsibility. All right, I agreed to have an operation on his lips. Before I agreed, I asked your opinion.

"May you be alone, Mamah can't stand this pain."

Okay, mama agrees. Tomorrow night you'll have surgery. Now we have to fast first. The doctor explained to me that the surgery would take about one to two hours. Mamah will be completely sedated and surgically performed on the wound.

Your lips will be hollow, but the doctor assured me that new tissue will grow later. I asked what foods and drinks should be restricted? Because I know mama, eating only a little rice.

It turns out that the cause of diabetes is not just that. A lot of sugar is hidden in foods that make high blood sugar, suddenly exposed to the disease. I don't know what mamah consumed lately because since returning home, I rarely communicate with him.

I knew I was wrong, unable to understand my feelings. Now, I'm sorry. Mamah began fasting at nine in the evening, and will be operated on tomorrow at nine in the morning.

The day changed, we prepared for the surgeon's practice. The operation team that was about to act introduced themselves to me. Mamah began to be infused and then put into the action room.

Operation began. My heart was anxious to think about the state of mamah inside. An hour that usually feels fast, is now very slow. Finally the door of the action room opened. I immediately saw mama. They moved the mother to the patient's bed.

I wait until you wake up because you are still under the influence of drugs. After I realized, I asked her how she was.

"How will this be?" tanyakanya. I am also confused as to how. Doctors recommend that you consume liquid food first, and ask for a change of dressing every day.

Once at home, the new task mas returned from the service to see the state of mamah. I was busy looking for a carefree nurse to clean my wounds. I asked the wife of my colleagues who are medical personnel.

Thank God, we were given the ease of finding a nurse who would come home. But strangely, once every two days they ask to stop. Is the service I give too little to them? Apparently not. They cannot stand the attitude of the mama.

Not until cleaned has set-up them. So they asked to stop. My mom is a lot of people. Every day change nurses. I got dizzy. Now, I'm having a hard time finding a nurse who can handle it.

"Why do I have to run, Widya told me to come here. Can he?" Brother Tisha said that casually.

Me and the Task had a look. Mamah would definitely refuse if treated by that woman.

"Where, Mah? Want to take care of Widya?" ask the Task.

"As much as anyone, the important thing is to make you heal." Mama can only give up.

I was a little surprised by my reply. That means agree, right? Although forced. Okay, we agreed to contact Widya. But I don't want to call him. Let sister Tisha alone, that was her idea.

My sister-in-law this one is special. She called Widya but not using her number, but using my phone. Even the two that I rarely give the password can be easily used. You guys want to know the contents of the chat? Nih fill in his chat.

Me: Wid, busy? I need your help. Mama we're sick, honey. You can treat mama, right? The surgery had a wound on his lip yesterday.

Me: It's me, Tompi. Who else?

Ex : Oh, what's Aunt Wanda?

Me: Get used to calling the candidate-in-law with the word Mamah. Yesterday his lips suddenly swelled, then his blood sugar was high. So diabetic wounds, and now no one wants to take care of him.

Ex: Does Aunt Wanda want me to take care? I'm afraid that I'll get there, expelled with your mother.

Me : I won't, honey. Mamah herself asked to be replaced by you.

Ex: This isn't Tompi, is it? This who the hell?

Me: It doesn't matter if it's me or not, I need your help, Yang.

Ex : Muhlah! Means I changed my aunt Wanda's dress?

Me : Yes,

Ex: Okay, every afternoon?

Me : Okay ready. Call him mama dong, honey. Manut same candidate Papah Gandi, dong!

I read it over and over again. I am glad to read it myself. Where the name of the contact I've changed to the former again. The ex called him, baby? That's weird!

Widya came in the afternoon to take care of the wound. Hmm, do I also have to treat the wound with him? To make my wounds heal completely and not hate them.

The roar of the motor was heard. I intentionally wore clothes. Lazy to meet him.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said. I answered from the room. I opened the door to my room and told him to come in.

What is this woman, anyway? Not going into my mom's room, uh even going into my room. Basic Widya! Don't blame me if you flirt like this.

"I don't know Aunt Wanda's room, Mas. Relax besti, I'm not here to tease you. I'm here to be entrusted with caring for your mama's wounds." He's starting to get tough with me again.

However, why am I glad he was fierce towards me? Ah, heart, don't come near her again. Just enough yesterday. I don't want to get hurt a second time.

I heard him talking to Mama. Then quietly, I was afraid that anything would happen. Immediately I went out and headed for my room. Oh, it turns out he's cleaning up your wound.

As always, there will be many demands. But strangely, this woman was always patient and silent to him. Like this, the medical personnel if met with a fussy patient like mamah? It's so great of you guys. Once again I was fascinated by the charisma within him. I admit, my ex is not only beautiful, her hands are deft and skillful in every action she takes.

"Mas, please hold the flashlight."

It's so good he's playing so. I had to hold the flashlight to make it clear. I can't bear to see your wounds. Mama's lips are completely eroded by infection.

I held that flashlight for almost half an hour. When I'm done, I leave them. I don't know what they're screwing. It's just that the woman came to me and asked me to buy nutritional food products.

"Buy it let aunty full, pity if only fruit juice. If that nutrient is full for longer." He sat down and accompanied me to a missed lunch.

I just nodded. Okay, I'll buy it. But where do you buy it? The product is not sold freely in the market. I don't want to build communication, but I need him.

"Buy you, I'll change the money" I said.

He's nodding. Then his eyes saw me for a long time. I got it wrong with that view.

"If you eat only the same eggs, doang? There's no vegetables?" protest me.

I just kept quiet, not answering her questions.

"Tomorrow I bring food," he said, leaving without waiting for my answer.

Huft, my heart is being played with by him. I can't be stuck with him anymore. Later if it is already dear, it hurts if you have to separate.

Almost a month the woman took care of the mother. And I'm glad his wound is getting better.