The Secret With Bad Boy

Kinan loves dad

This morning, Lukman was sitting in an outpatient waiting chair, a private hospital. In his hand, he held the queue number for the retrieval of laboratory results.

According to lab officials, the results will come out around eight in the morning and will be delivered directly by the doctor who examined Lukman. Lukman just needs to wait his turn with other patients who are waiting in line.

Lukman looked around. An aura full of uneasiness was clearly felt around Lukman. There are many patients who wait for the laboratory results. Their condition is not as good as Lukman's. There is a disease that looks clearly in the form of a lump, there is a pale face there is also a person who sits in a wheelchair with a hose attached to his nose. It looks so worrying.

Unknowingly, cold sweat started pouring down Lukman's forehead. His stomach feels nauseous and heartburn. He began to fear the shadow that appeared in his eyes.

In fact, at this point Lukman can still be grateful because he can still go alone to the hospital without having to make things difficult for his daughter. Although this morning, he was forced to lie by saying he had to leave early because of business while Kinanti he asked to take the bus.

His daughter did not protest. He said his father had to be careful and return home safely. He said he wanted to cook kale saute for their dinner. Lukman's favorite food.

Akh, Lukman's heart breaks. He could not imagine that one day he was in a position like other patients who had a dependence on his family. Meanwhile, he was just the two with Kinanti. Of course, he will be a burden to his only daughter.

“Prue number one.”

The voice of the calling machine resuscitated Lukman from his daydream. He looked at the queue number in his hand and there were still eleven more people who would be called before him.

One man walked up to the counter attendant, then showed his identity.

“Aaakhhh!!” the scream of someone in pain distracts Lukman and the other patient who is waiting.

A woman with a bandage on her head seemed to grimace in pain holding her head tightly. His face was red until the veins on his forehead were clearly visible.

“Please befit, be patient.” Said a man sitting next to him. He tried to calm the woman who seemed to be in a lot of pain.

“Yeah, what sick wife sir?” ask the woman who approached the two men. Trying to do anything that can help and calm the panicked man.

“Sick brain cancer bu, now again frequent relapse.” The man hugged his wife who was grimacing in pain.

"Why not take it to the ER if you have more pain? Kasian loh."

Lukman did not dare to listen to the discussion any longer. Not that he did not care about the two people but was mentally too weak to see the sadness experienced by the husband and wife. He closed his eyes and calmed his heart.

In the past, he had felt the same sadness when Kinanti's mother died from a traffic accident. And that sadness and loss is still felt today.

“Ya is patient, if you have to operate yes operation. Don't give up.” A woman whispered softly to a man she had accompanied into the examination room. They passed right in front of Lukman.

His voice is still quite clear by Lukman. Lukman could see a face full of fear clearly drawn on the young man's face.

In fact, the disease called cancer can attack anyone. Maybe that's what makes both men and women, adult or young, both waiting for the queue at the call of officers from inside the oncology polyclinic room.

One by one, the patients entered and exited the examination room. Lukman's call time is just getting closer. Lukman was getting nervous and his body was sweating coldly. His face that this morning was called handsome by Kinanti had turned deathly pale.

What will the doctor decide later, will he also come out with a face that is paler than those before?

“ Queue number twelve.”

Lukman's heart stopped beating when his queue number was called. His nape bristled and cold sweat poured down his forehead and back.

His feet were heavy, he was strengthened to step into the examination room.

“Please enter pack.” Greet a nurse who smiled kindly at him. Although the greeting is so friendly but the feeling is still ketar ketir especially if treated ketus.

“Please sit sir,” a young doctor with round glasses, let Lukman sit down.

Lukman sat in the doctor's chair. His heart was still beating not because he saw the face of the doctor who looked calm.

“With Mr Lukman, right?” ask the doctor.

“Iya doc, I'm Lukman.” Lukman's tongue is stinging. The stuffy feeling in his nose grew more pronounced and made him a little claustrophobic. Maybe because he was stressed.

“Good Mr. Lukman, introduce me doctor January, Oncologist specialist. I am permission to submit the results of the examination conducted by the father, two days ago.”

“Please doc.”

The doctor stared fixedly at Lukman for a few moments, opening up one starting page and several pages of Lukman's medical resume.

“Previous, I have done a blood test as well as tissue taken from the nasal cavity of the father yes.”

Lukman nodded, assuring.

“Good sir, from the results of our examination, I have to convey that the results of the examination show that in the nasopharynx of the father, there is a growing network. That network that makes the father often feel tightness, nosebleeds, headaches also sneezing and coughing up blood.”

“The results of this examination are valid and show that the initial diagnosis of the doctor who examined the father is correct. Currently, I have nasopharyngeal cancer.”

The deg!

What would happen if his daughter found out? Will he be able to leave Kinanti when he still needs his figure?

His daughter is too small and naive. How will Kinanti live her life alone? Who will take care of him when he is sick? Who would calm him down when Kinanti was frightened hearing the sound of lightning? And how can he leave quietly if until now he has not prepared anything for his daughter? Who will look after Kinanti in the future?

All those shadows and fears were so real Lukman felt.

“Pak, sir Lukman.” The voice of the doctor in January again disturbed Lukman's fearful daydreams. His consciousness had not yet fully gathered.

“Bapak is still listening to me?” asked the doctor in January who saw the fat man looked so devastated.

“I-iya doc.” Lukman immediately regained his senses. If he was this weak, how could he face Kinanti in the future?

“Please drink first. I will continue the explanation after you calm down.”

The young doctor tried to calm Lukman down. The nurse gave Lukman a bottle of water which he then drank little by little. His throat was like refusing the clear liquid to enter his body.

“Bapak is calmer?” again the doctor asked.

Lukman nodded. “Can I phone my daughter first?” lukman asked with an ungodly feeling.

“Please pack.”

Lukman took the phone out of his pocket with trembling hands. She bit her lips to hold back the crying. He was well aware, Kinanti could not know his condition because he was not ready to see the sadness on his daughter's face.

Kinanti's name already appeared on her phone screen. Contact girl paras beautiful and cheerful was named “Daughter of a beautiful father”. Lukman tried to calm himself down, adjusting his breathing several times before then connecting his call to Kinanti.

One ring, Lukman's call has not been answered. The second drought made Lukman intend to end it. But just beginning the third ringing, Kinanti's voice began to sound.

“Yes father,” that cheerful voice made Lukman stunned. His heart felt broken. It was hard for Lukman to hold back his cries so as not to break.

“Nak, Kinan again where?” lukman asked slowly.

“Em, Kinan again in dad's canteen. Another first break. Dad again where?” Kinanti asked back and that left Lukman perplexed.

“In the office,” Lukman was forced to lie.

“Aya more work huh? Dad's voice was terribly tired.” The worried Kimanti.

Lukman did not answer, he chose to smother his own mouth so that his cries were not heard by Kinanti. His aged eyes, now red and wet.

“Dad not tired kok nak.” Sahut Lukman after successfully controlling himself.

“What do you eat in the canteen?”

“Eat daddy's snacks. Temen-temen here call it ‘snacking time’ dad. Cool huh?” Kinanti chuckled at the end of her sentence, her voice was very crisp, easy to remember and hard to forget.

“Iya cool.” Lukman agreed with a faint smile on his lips.

“Kinan, I want to tell you something with Kinan.”

“Oh yes? What father? Kinan listen?” there was a voice full of attention from Kinanti.

Lukman took a deep breath, before he said what he wanted to say.

“Dad dear Kinan.” He said, almost stammered.

“Hihihihi.. dad, so sweet anyway. Kinan knew that too. You also know that Kinan also loves Dad?” sahut Kinanti from there.

“Iyaaa..” Lukman bowed lethargic and sobbed in front of the doctor. He cannot continue his sentence. He just hung up the phone and left Kinanti with his confused face.

He thought, how could his father be this sweet? Calling him just to say that he loves Kinanti very much.

“Dad, dad was unexpected. Kinan loves dad." Kinanti.

"I send this value to dad akh, dad must be seneng.” Kinanti sent out the essay value that she had received a moment ago from her teacher. He got the A+ value, what a proud value.

“Kinan ayaaah.. This is a gift for dad, the first A value of Kinan. Kinan will give a lot of value A to dad. Wait for dad. I love you dad..” Write Kinanti complete with a selfie he sent to Lukman.

In his place, Lukman could only sob cry over the photo sent by his daughter. I don't know how much A he'll see.

Does he still have a chance?

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