The Secret With Bad Boy

Companion

A patient who was grimacing in pain in one of the beds of the treatment room looked surprised when he saw someone approaching him. His yellowed eyes tried to turn their backs in order to see the figure more clearly.

“Kala?” the hoarse voice came out from Lukman's dry and chapped lips. He was tired of enduring the pain of the effects of chemotherapy he lived.

“Iya Om, this is Kala.” Kala grabbed Lukman's weak right hand on his side.

The man smiled then sobbed and cried bitterly. Her tears, which had dried up, could no longer come out. Only his eyes were open which seemed to reveal his sadness and pain.

“I came alone Om, Kinanti did not come,” said Kala later, trying to calm Lukman. He sat down on Lukman's bedside chair and looked at the man's pale face. His heart grimaced sorrowfully at the sight of this good man facing his pain alone.

Lukman nodded softly without being able to speak. His body was so weak, only occasionally did he tighten his grip on Kala as he felt a terrible pain running through his body.

“Strong Yes Om, Kala is here for nemenin Om.” Kala tried to calm Lukman who several times his eyes glared and then closed very tightly because of enduring the pain. Dryness on his forehead. His hair was wet with sweat that kept dripping. Although there was an infusion of liquid that entered, Lukman still felt that his body was dry.

For a while Lukman was calm. Grasping Kala's hand can actually make him stronger and dare to face the pain and fear. Kala really did not have the heart to see the condition of Lukman like this. He understands very well, the reason Lukman does not want his daughter to know his condition like this. Because of course Kinanti will be very destroyed. While many dreams to be achieved. When you understand it, a father's anxiety for his favorite daughter.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, all procedures for Lukman's actions were completed. A doctor came to check on her condition after therapy.

“What do you feel now?" He placed a stetoscope on Lukman's left and right chest, then around his abdomen.

"Better doc, stay lemesnya aja. A short rest also seems to be recovering soon," Lukman said with confidence.

The doctor smiled faintly at Lukman's reply. "The condition of the vital signs of the father has gone to normal. His blood pressure is good too. Are you having any other complaints?” ask the doctor.

Lukman's dry lips tried to speak though difficult and trembling.

“How do I get my heart rate to be normal, doc? My son said, my heart beat is not the same as him.” That's the question Lukman asked. He knew it was a concern for his daughter.

“Father, for that heartbeat, we cannot fully control. Physiologically he has his own function. It is he who actually regulates all the blood flow in our body. The heartbeat of the father is not normal one of them because of the effects of drugs that you drink everyday."

"If we have given other drugs to minimize side effects, but the heartbeat can not sound normal like people who do not receive treatment like mr.”

Lukman can only nod, it seems he can't continue to lie to himself if his condition is fine. He tried to accept his condition which is no longer healthy and fit as before.

By nightfall, Lukman continued to insist he wanted to go home. He is willing to sign a forced return agreement and promises to return tomorrow. There was no choice but to allow Lukman to go home with a heavy heart.

The current Kala faithfully accompanied Lukman. The man lay weakly in the back seat and tried to get up to sit down.

“Kal, can you spin one more round no? Om still lemes, not ready to meet Kinan,” said Lukman.

“Iya Om.” Kala. He noticed Lukman who was trying to sit down, it seems little by little his energy began to recover even though it still takes time.

Kala slowed down the speed of his car and turned back around at the roundabout. He took a considerable distance so that Lukman had enough time to gather his strength.

Once upon a time, Kala saw Lukman smiling and then turning grim. “Which is nanyain Om? She must be really worried.” His words sounded trembling, seemingly enduring a lot of sadness. His breath also sounded heavy, for the burden of the tree was not light.

“Om said again on the same road Kala. We went home with.” Kala chimed in calmly.

“Good idea. Om has lost his reason for Kinan, but Om also does not want him to be sad about Om. What Om selfish Kal?” Lukman asked seriously. He looked at Kala from the rearview mirror.

“When you cannot judge anything by choice Om. Kala believes fully that Om knows better how to deal with Kinan. But, if only Kala can choose, Kala would rather know the condition of the person who Kala loves in fact. Kala do not want any regrets in the future because it did not do the best thing there is an opportunity that Kala had,” said Kala in earnest.

Lukman did not chimed in on Kala's words, but he thought about them. He just smiled wryly with tears that then dripped even though not much. I don't know, he's starting to falter.

"That's a strong boy but Om knows exactly that he's a whiny. Like when his mother died, he tried to encourage Om, we promised to take care of each other and comfort Om a lot. But Om knows that Kinan is very broken. He didn't eat for days until his body was so thin. She keeps learning to shift her grief, but sometimes Om hears her crying silently until her book gets wet."

"If now he knows Om is sick, what about the Olympics he's going to play? Can his mind still focus? How also with his ambition to become a doctor, will not he lose his motivation and enthusiasm to study more vigorously?"

Small and memorable stories about me, kept on being told by Lukman and Kala could only listen to it. He knows that Lukman just wants to be heard. Maybe that way his feelings will be a little more relieved.

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