The Thorn in the Family

Risma Condition

“How is my child's condition?” tanya Dari frantically, her face pale, her hands still trembling waiting for the reaction of the medical personnel in front of her.

“Mother's son lost a lot of blood. We have to have a blood transfusion right now, he also has a fracture in his left arm. We must be quick to perform the operation procedure”

Degs...

Dari who heard the condition of Risma at that time immediately returned to crying sobbing. How could such a small child have to feel pain to such an extent.

“Blood? What is Risma's blood type?”

“Daughter blood type Mother B-. It just so happens that B-blood is currently empty in the hospital. While the mother's daughter must immediately get the donor. So I ask the patient's family to donate their blood” stressed the nurse who just came out of the room Risma.

Deg, man,

Again Dance, must be faced in a complicated situation. Where he had to find a donor for Risma, while in his family no one has the same class as the child.

“Mother, ma'am please come with us immediately to do the examination” bright nurse back, when seeing the face of Tari just gawking alone.

“My blood type A sus”

“If husband mother?”

Dance was silent for a while. While Rama was still faithfully standing beside him. He hasn't spoken at all. As if it still gives the opportunity to dance to think. However, Risma's father deserves to know this.

“It just so happens that his father's blood type Risma is also A sus”

The nurse's eyes quickly rounded right then and there, “but Bu” he paused his speech for a moment, holding the feeling he wanted to let out right then and there, but his voice stuck in the throat.

“My blood B, can I donate blood to Risma?” rama asked on the sidelines of the conversation. He quickly took over the situation before the nurse continued the words he had predicted.

Dance hurriedly nodded her head.

“Iya Mas. Please, forgive us for bothering you” replied Tari, he nodded his head many times and involuntarily touched Rama's hand at that time.

Without saying much, Rama quickly followed the nurse to one of the rooms that had been prepared to do all the blood checks. They had a blood transfusion immediately.

“How does everything fit? And can be done?”

“Dock Feet, everything is suitable and can be done immediately. The condition of the Doctor is also very good to be a donor”

“Good, then immediately do” Rama quickly lying on the existing bed. He closed his eyes for a moment. Breathe deeply and exhale with relaxation.

Hang on Risma, I hope what I did to you can help your health. May this part of my body be of benefit to you, and make the way to your healing from the creator, through my intermediary.

Rama began to prepare.

“Excuse me yes Dok” needles start piercing his veins. Red droplets began to flow filling the void of the white pouch that was beside him.

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Ten minutes passed, Rama came out of the examination place and sat down next to Dance again. There are many things to ask, but he tries to be quiet. It would be inappropriate to ask such a thing under these circumstances. As if judging someone on the spot. Rama also thought positively, if it is not possible for a Dance to do something improper, especially betraying her husband until Risma was born. He chose to shut up.

“How? Is everything going well?” tanya Tari, opened the conversation between the silence created between the two.

Quiescent.

The atmosphere again became silent and mute at this moment. There was a series of questions on Rama's head. There are millions of flavors in Dance that want to be explained to the person next to her.

“Mas Rama must be confused why not Risma blood type, not the same as me and also his father?” again Dance, trying to break the silence of the afternoon. He retreated his seat to be able to lean on the chair he was sitting on. His eyes were looking forward without a clear focus.

Rama still did not show any reaction. He is afraid to offend his opponents. He also did not give a smile as a reaction to all kinds of questions in his mind.

“Risma is not my biological child Mas” said Tari slowly, very slowly even barely heard. He said with a trembling tone.

Suddenly the statement of Dance made Rama quickly turn his head for a moment. He looked at the face of the dancing that was starting to fade. Meanwhile, Dari, now he changed his eyes to look at the ceiling of the hospital, so that his tears did not return to escape in the eye.

He went back, pausing his explanation.

“You mean?” ask Rama later. This time he could not cover his curiosity prihal Risma, Not without reason, because Rama felt there was something between him and Risma that could not be explained by reason.

“A few years ago, my ex-husband and I adopted Risma at one of the orphanages. The doctor sentenced one of us to be unable to get offspring. Therefore we decided to adopt one of the children in panti”

Deg.

Rama's heart stopped at that moment. “Panti?” he asked with different eyes.

“Iya” reply Dance briefly.

“Sorry do you know the origin of Risma before? Like his parents or closest relatives?” Ask Rama back.

Dance shook her head right then and there.

“I found Risma in front of the store, at that time she was sitting down to look for food. He is not from a home that is composed of the management system. He lives in one of the slums that even tend to be like a child shelter. She sat down to beg for a meal at that time” Tari recounted with tears that could no longer be held.

“Iya was right, at that time he was sitting in one of the garden chairs in front of my cake shop in Surabaya. His body was very thin with messy hair. He was wearing makeshift clothes even on the side of his arm had been torn and not worth wearing. More than that, he also does not wear footwear in the heat of Surabaya” weather said Tari, opening the identity of the child a few years ago.

“His name is Risma, he also does not know what his full name is? For that we gave him the name Kharisma Nur Laila. For us Risma is the light of light in the midst of the darkness that we have felt” Dance cried when returning to have to remember her first encounter with Risma which was quite heartbreaking.

“I love Risma more than anything. I have considered Risma as my own son. The presence of Risma in my life became a focus when I was wavering and became a spirit for me to live until now. But now, my life spirit has struggled to survive inside there? Then can I stay standing without him?” Dari came back crying so much at that time. He was unable to support his own weight. The reflex rests his body on Rama's back.

Rama fell silent, this time choosing to be a loyal listener. He didn't know what to say about the situation. One thing he can do. Pray for the healing of the little boy who had been lying helplessly in the green table there.

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A middle-aged woman was walking at high speed. In some time, he also ran along the corridor of the hospital. His eyes had already condensed when he heard the news of the fateful events that befell his grandson. Sometimes he paused his footsteps, when he felt his breathing had faltered. The understanding of the age factor makes it unable to freely move as agile as young people in general.

“Tar, Dance..” He shouted along the corridor of the hospital, when he saw his son sitting in front of the operating room.

“Mother, Risma Ma'am. Risma..” Dance scattered, hugging her mother who had just come. It was as if he was looking for a source of power there.

“What happened? How's my grandson?” mrs Marni asked, she shook her shoulder slowly, waiting for an explanation sentence from there.

“Mother sorry”