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hope in the dark.part 2
Yanto quickly shook his head. "No. He was disabled because of his old wounds. We went to the hospital to treat it. But it turns out it takes a big cost to cure Bagas. And we don't have that much money" Yanto said, then paused. His chest seemed to deflate as he took a deep breath.
Yanto continued his explanation. "He had scoliosis that made the arch next to the spine shaped like the letter S. He often feels pain all over the body, especially on the right hand elbow. Doctors say it's caused by a nerve problem and can make him feel short of breath. We can only give him oxygen. That is rare too.”
Suyatmi imagines a little boy like Bagas should breathe in relief oxygen as his back bends in pain. Pain must have hit his body, especially in the back.And the pain is not reduced because of the supply of oxygen so Bagas will still grimace to withstand the pain.
The shadow only makes Suyatmi more sure want to adopt Bagas. "I will convince her to be adopted by me,” said Mrs Suyatmi.
Yanto sighed. It seemed that Suyatmi's determination was already round. If this is the case, he can't do anything. “Alright if it's your decision, I'll call him here," said Mr. Yanto moved out of his chair and called Bagas.
“Thank you," replied Lady Suyatmi smiling.
Not long after, Mr. Yanto came with Bagas who was limping with sticks on both his armpits. Sweat coming down from the temple Bagas. The two hands holding the cane looked flushed, showing how difficult it was to walk using the cane.
“Bagas, introduce this Mrs Suyatmi,” said Mr. Yanto, but Bagas kept quiet.
Madam Suyatmi then approached Bagas, bowed and smiled before him. “I Lady Suyatmi. Nice to meet you,” said Suyatmi.
“I told you, I don't want anyone to adopt!” Suddenly Bagas snapped and left the room limping. Both adults were shocked.
“Basic is not polite!" sir Yanto loudly shouted and rushed after Bagas, but Madam Suyatmi immediately held him back.
“Wait, sir, let me talk to her,” ask Lady Suyatmi.
“Are you really sure you want to adopt the child?” ask Mr. Yanto. It was nothing, he was just worried that Bagas would trouble Suyatmi with his stubbornness and disability.
“Yes, therefore let me speak to him myself.” The middle-aged woman begged.
“As far as you are,” said Mr. Yanto resigned.
Madam Suyatmi followed Bagas. After a time-consuming and exertion-consuming conversation, the two of them finally made some deals.
Mrs Suyatmi promised to pay for Bagas' treatment. He also assured Bagas that he could recover from his illness. After a long thought, Bagas was finally willing to follow Suyatmi.
But even though Suyatmi was willing to finance Bagas' treatment, Bagas promised to one day replace it. She did not want to be pitied and become a burden to Madam Suyatmi. Bagas also did not want to be adopted. He only wanted to come along for a while and Mr. Yanto allowed it.
“Yes, thank you. Come on, Bagas, let's go in,” take Mrs Suyatmi. Bagas also entered the house of the wrinkled woman. Madam Suyatmi leads Bagas to the room that was once a place to gather with her only child named Mira Lesmana and Gono, her husband, and her husband, as well as his granddaughter before they died eleven years ago in an airplane crash.
Bagas saw a photo of a boy who looked younger than Bagas. He himself was fourteen years old. "Is this a picture of the Madam's granddaughter?” tanya Bagas while holding the picture frame.
“His name is Raka, if he is still alive maybe his age is not much different from yours. Oh yeah, don't call Madam. Just call Grandma, "please ask Madame Suyatmi while drinking tea.
“When I heard of their deaths, I was devastated and my days felt lonely,” Suyatmi's story with a soft voice. His hands shook in light of the day he first heard news on television about the plane his family was flying on - not visible on radar before following the news of the plane crash that night.
He looked at Bagas with teary eyes. “Then from that I know how you feel. Although I believe your life is more painful than mine,” continued Mrs Suyatmi held tightness in the chest.
“Then what about Madam's husband?” ask Bagas.
“My husband passed away seven years ago,” replied Lady Suyatmi softly while biting her lower lip.
While forcing a smile, he said softly. "Now you should rest because tomorrow I'll take you to the hospital.”
Morning has arrived. Madam Suyatmi took Bagas to the hospital to check his body. In a room with white walls, doctors examined wounds all over Bagas' body.
He nodded and sighed softly.
“The scars in this child resemble TB disease. But to be sure, it takes a lot of checks, blood checks, MRI, and ronsen,” explained the doctor while lowering Bagas sweatshirt.
“What can still be treated?" ask Madam Suyatmi. His body moved uneasily while staring anxiously at the doctor.
"If that I can't be sure because the injury includes old wounds. But hopefully it can still. Because I see still no potential cure,” replied the doctor.
Bagas, who had never expected anything, including a small chance of his recovery, interrupted the doctor's speech. “If it can't heal it's okay too. I resigned."
The doctor quickly shook his head and refuted Bagas' words. ”It can't heal. You can, but it depends on you.”
"Because if the results of the examination show you need surgery, you may have to do surgery many times and the recovery process is quite long," continued the doctor straightforwardly.
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