The Secret With Bad Boy

Faintest

There was a faint shadow in sight as Lukman opened his eyes for the first time. A brightly lit lamp, clarifying his vision on the white wall with sounds familiar to him. It was the constant sound of a monitor ringing by his bedside.

“Pak Lukman, Sir. Mr. Lukman..” The voice was heard in Lukman's ear. The voice of the call he often heard every time he woke up from a long sleep on a hospital bed. His body seemed to float, not settling in his place with a feeling of weakness that ran all over his body.

“Pak Lukman, can you hear me?” The call sounded more clear, like he heard an echo in a dark and narrow hallway and then began to manifest if someone stood beside him.

Lukman's round eyes opened perfectly. He glanced at someone who called his name, apparently a male doctor with a lush stature and a fairly mature age.

“Father can hear my voice?” again, the man repeated his question as he touched Lukman's hand. Warm, unlike his cold body.

“I-ya.” Lukman's voice sounded hoarse, barely audible.

“Patient siuman doc,” nurse beside the Doctor was also seen to be happy.

“Iya. Sir, look at me. Do you know where you are now?” The doctor asked again.

Lukman nodded. “Hospital,” he said in a still hoarse voice.

“Betul, I'm in the hospital. I permission to check for a moment...” The doctor began to examine Lukman's chest with his stetoscope, listening to the sound of his heart and lung area for a while and examining the hole in Lukman's neck. He also examined Lukman's sunken stomach as it was slightly filled with food. These few days the nutrients that enter the body Lukman only from intravenous fluids only.

“Pak Lukman, currently there is a breathing apparatus attached to the neck of the father. Be careful sir, this serves to help the father not to be crowded so the father does not need to panic.” The doctor continued his sentence.

Lukman nodded slowly, he indeed felt something stiff on his neck. He swallowed his saliva roughly and it felt easier than when he tried to swallow the medicine. I don't know how many days ago the medicine was swallowed with great difficulty.

“Wah, you can also swallow. Very good progress. We try to test the meal through the feeding hose yes sir,” bargain doctor.

Lukman nodded and the nurse approached. With a large injection without a needle, he put warm water into the hose, slowly.

“Good drink Sir,” said the nurse with a smile.

Lukman tried to smile but his lips were very stiff. Maybe because his mouth was open for a long time due to the installation of breathing apparatus.

“Good, Doc.” The nurse nodded obediently.

“Pak Lukman, some days father in hospital in the ICU room. However, at this time the condition of the father has improved considerably compared to when entering. There is someone who always waits for the father in front of the treatment room and mendo’ the recovery of the father. Found yes sir,” Doctor gives motivation so that Lukman wants to see his daughter. He knew that Lukman had been hiding his illness from the only family he had.

Lukman nodded despite a heavy heart. Apparently, now Kinanti already knew what had really happened to her. It didn't take long for someone to come in. Wearing clothes visitors ICU patients also head coverings green typical of the hospital. The girl smiled slightly at Lukman. There are no tears as Lukman has worried.

“Nih, his daughter is here. He raised a great and strong son, just like his father who never stopped fighting. Please talk, if you need something, then you can press the call button and the nurse will come. I'm sorry.” The doctor was willing to give her space.

“Thank you doc,” Kinanti and Lukman said simultaneously but only Kinanti's voice was clearly heard, not by her voice. Only breaths and hoarseness could possibly only be heard by Lukman himself.

“Good morning, Dad. How are you today?” kinanti said, holding Lukman's hand tightly.

Lukman smiled with teary eyes. “Good,” the sound is still so hoarse, but Kinanti can still hear it.

“Thank you for struggling Dad, Kinan could see Dad improving.” Kinanti's grip was tightened by Lukman and the man tried to repay him, albeit weakly.

“Sorry Dad yes, son. Dad made Kinan anxious and sad.” Although he looked fine, Lukman could see the sadness in his daughter's eyes. He rubbed my face with his cold hands and Kinanti clasped her cheek.

“Kinan is anxious and sad about Dad's condition, but Kinan has been able to accept everything. We're dealing with this together, Dad. Spirit for healing Father.” Kinanti said with great earnestness.

Lukman nudged slowly “Votes Daddy really small yes, like a whisper-whisper,” said Lukman while trying to hold his neck.

“Iya Dad, but Kinan can still be heard clearly really. If it's not clear, Kinan can slide closer to Dad. So Kinan could more often than not sneak up on Dad and hug Dad while Dad was talking. But, if you feel uncomfortable when talking, then we will try to write Dad. Haven't we played surat-suratan for a long time?” Kinanti tried to comfort Lukman amid his helplessness.

Lukman gave a small smile staring at Kinanti's sweet face. His son tried to be firm and calm in front of him, he knew it was not something that was easy for a child as young as Kinanti. But seeing such a strong Kinanti, it seemed that he agreed with the doctor's words a moment ago, that he had a strong and great child. His daughter has grown into a teenager who grew up with her thoughts that began to mature. Kinlariya was no longer a child whining anymore. One thing that never changes from the princess is her sweet and adorable character.

There is no reason for Lukman to fall. What he had feared all along turned out to be unproven.

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