SIGITS

Cancer House

　

　

　

“ Risya rain has stopped, let's continue our journey to the village of Cibuyut “ said Via, yes the distance from the station to the village of Cibuyut about 1 hour away and we can travel by motorcycle.

Some ojeg riders have picked us up, and we finally continued our journey to the village. This is a very Asri village there are still many tea gardens here. In the middle of my journey I saw a house that read "Risya Cancer House." His name is like my name, what the owner is also named Risya.

“ Sir what is Risya Cancer House ? “ Ask me on driver ojeg

“ Oh eta (it ) neng home special cancer patients, loba na heh barudak leutik (number of children ). Kasian I want to see the child – the child, there are even those who already do not have parents “ Say driver ojeg

while riding his motorbike.

“ What is the owner named Risya sir ? “ I asked curious, it seems I am interested in the house.

“ Sanes neng, owner na mah pameget (not neng, owner mah a man ). “ Said driver ojeg, I also asked a lot about the house and was so curious coincidence the distance from my location KKN to the house was not far so I could visit it easily thought I.

I finally reached my destination at the house of the village chief of Cibuyut.

“ Welcome “ Said the village chief to us who just came in kindly and politely they welcomed our presence.

“ Thank you sir for welcoming I am Risya from Jakarta who will do KKN and this is my friend Via, Amel, Runa and Kiki “ My greeting to the village head while introducing myself.

“ I'm the Great village chief here. For as long as KKN neng Risya can stay in my house or in the house of residents here which is close to the location of KKN neng Risya and friends – friends “ said Mr. Agung politely and warmly, they were so nice to give us a ride as long as we were here, more or less we would stay here for 2 weeks. Finally we chose to stay at the house of Mr. Agung because the house is quite spacious and

has many rooms.

“ Risya where are you going “ Ask Via when I will step out of the room.

“ I want to walk – short walk Via, you want to come “ Say I take Via around the village for survey.

“ I'm still tired Risya, you're fine – what's “ Said Via who laid his body on the bed Dipan with a cotton mattress on it.

“ Ok Via taka pa, I go first yes “ I said then continued the journey. The village is so Asri, the air is still fresh house buildings are still made of wood, seen some small children are playing hide and seek, he said, polite and friendly residents always smile and greet when they meet. What a beautiful village.

Unaware of my feet stepping up to the front of Risya Cancer House.

“ Ka want to play together “ Say a child holds my hand, a small child of 7th age with a thin body, and uses a hijab. Such a beautiful child. The boy pulled me into that house, in

the park looks some children who are playing and their condition is very alarming, some are using wheelchairs, some are in a carrying even they have no hair. Their thin bodies are so visible that they are all unhealthy, my tears are blocked with –glass when I see them but know they never complain and look sad when they are – children affected by cancer but they never look desperate.

“ Hy dear your name who “ My greeting to one of the children who is sitting not coming to play.

“ I'm Ega ka, I'm 8 years old. Whose sister's name, it seems like brother is not here yes “ Ega said kiss my hand, so polite the boy. Ega 8-year-old child, a beautiful child even though he does not have a strand of hair

even in his head, dy smiled happily when he saw his friend playing.

“ I am Risya, yes I am from Jakarta “ said me while hugging the child, his sense I want to cry when I see them. How I have never been grateful so long as it is still given health, living well and still have parents. But sometimes I still complain about my life, sometimes I say god is not fair it turns out I was wrong here they suffered much more but they look like – children who are cheerful and grateful. God, I'm sorry I'm the one who always tried you, so many of my sins on you.

“ Wow the name of the same rich sister the name of our home “ Said the boy wipe away the tears that flowed in my cheeks

“ Excuse me son “ Say someone middle-aged greets me with a warm smile.

“ Oh yes ma'am, sorry I just entered this security. My name is Risya I am a student from Jakarta who is KKN “ Said I introduced myself to the mother.