The Match is Not the Wrong Address

Diagnosis

The clock had passed, but Reza did not move from his seat. Waiting for the results of the laboratory of a patient who had been helped by his sister. He doesn't know Meysa. But her little heart wanted to help her heal.

The sound of the door being knocked. Then he said a nurse brought the results he had been waiting for since last night. It usually takes days. However, he continued to urge immediate attention.

"Excuse me, Doc. This is the result" said the nurse handed him a stopmap.

"thank you. Oh yes please call the patient's parents here" Reza said.

"Good, Doc. Excuse me." The nurse resigned.

Reza took his glasses to observe and read Meysa's examination. Every word and number is well-digested. There is no mistake in making the diagnosis.

His forehead creased deeply, signaling he was very serious this time around. Not long after, he was hit by a knock on the door of his room.

"Please enter!" exclaim Reza from his room.

A middle-aged man who was still handsome, walked into his room. Reza smiled as the man nodded to greet her.

"Please sit down, sir," Reza said.

The man then landed his body in front of Reza. With limited work desk owned by Reza which is quite large.

"How, Doc?" ask Papa Indra.

Reza opened his glasses, rubbed his eyes and put them back on. He breathed his breath rough. Staring in the eyes of the man before him.

"Father, based on the results of the examination, the cancer suffered by your daughter is Acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL) or acute lymphoblastic leukemia. This happens because the bone marrow produces too many immature white blood cells, called lymphoblasts" Reza explained in detail.

Papa Indra lay with the term Doctor. But the feeling is not good. Her lips were tightly closed, not wanting to ask until the Doctor had finished explaining.

"For the main treatment of acute lymphoblastic leukemia is chemotherapy, which will be given in several phases, namely the induction phase, consolidation phase, and maintenance phase."

Again Reza took a deep breath. Papa Indra seemed pensive to hear the various treatments that must be taken by his daughter.

"Did it work, Doc?" Finally Papa made a sound.

"Honestly, no. Age factor is very influential. The older you are, the harder it is to heal. In addition to age, other factors that affect the recovery rate of LLA patients are the type of LLA, the number of white blood cells, and the spread of cancer cells in the body. We will try our best" Reza told Papa.

Papa breathed his heavy breath, "Well, thanks for the explanation, Doc. Excuse me first," said Papa rising from his seat.

"Yes, Sir. Please help your family to give him the spirit to be strong," said Reza again. Then Papa Indra returned to Meysa's room bowed languidly.

Reza rubbed his face rough. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. After that he checked on Meysa first. Who turned out to be conscious this morning.

"Hi, Meysa. We'll see you later" Reza said with a smile. The nurse began to examine the tension, the drip of the infusion, while Reza checked using his stethoscope.

"Sir Reza! Uh sorry, Doctor Reza," Meysa replied.

"It's okay. Call Reza aja. Prepare yourself to heal. What's it feeling now?"

Reza injects something to help relieve the pain through her infusion tube.

"The spirit is yes, Meysa," said Reza.

After making a visit, Reza immediately rushed home. Tired and sleepy become one. At home he took a bath and rested his body.

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"Gengs, from today I have stopped being Ojol huh. Babang Reza tamvan does not ngizinin me. He was told to be a real person. Emang all this time I did not really yes so people🙄😏 Later want to resign to the office."

Ziya's message in the group watsapp Catuda Squads. There's no reply. Not even read. Finally he threw his cell phone in the bed along with his body.

His eyes were back closed. The atmosphere of the house is quiet, making it free. Because the mother is busy helping neighbors who will have a celebration later tonight.

On the other hand, the Catuda Gang still intimidates Arjuna. Arjuna swallowed as Revelation slapped his shoulders hard to break his daydream.

"Let's daydream! Still want to volunteer?" the screech was right in Arjuna's ear.

"I .. Yes, Bang. Uh no meaning," replied Arjuna nervously.

"Lo must apologize to Ziya! Otherwise don't expect to get out of here safely!" threatening Sofyan followed by his friends.

'Still want to live. I haven't found Meysa. Thou shalt cede. It is not possible also their opponents, even if they still smell fast, but 'the entourage," he murmured inwardly.

"Yes, Bang. I'll apologize later. If so ask for the address," said Arjuna relented.

"Here Lo ID!" The revelation again extended his hand.

"Make what, Bang?"

"Here! Make guarantees until you really apologize, want his house on Jalan Cendana no. 111," cried Revelation again glared sharply.

Arjuna also gave up his ID. He read them one by one the identity of the man. His forehead wrinkled. "People can stray here! By the way Lo motor is in the parking lot of this clinic. Here's the key." Revelation handed over the key to Arjuna's motor.

"Thank you, Bang," said Arjuna.

"Simpen thanks to Ziya!" edi who had been silent since. In their gang only Sofyan and Revelation talk a lot. Eh Ziya too, others mah prefer to be silent, rarely talk, but still loyal friends.

"Drop!" revelation raised her hand. Hinted to leave the room.

Yuuuuhh!

Arjuna breathed a sigh of relief after the departure of all of them. He shuffled his hair in frustration. "May be involved with such people. Try in your own city. Abis you cave pites-pites," growled Arjuna practicing, flicking his two thumbs. Like they're killing a flea.

"Maysa? I have to go to that place again" muttered Arjuna.

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