The Thorn in the Family

Hospital

Second day at home mom.

“Tar Tar” Dance.

“Tar you've woken up son?”.

“Tar here nak cepet”.

“Pul wake up Pul help mom first”.

"This island boy".

Shouted mom so frantically.

That morning after the dawn prayer, my mother shouted so loudly, I quickly headed for the source of the sound in the room.

“What's bu?”.

I asked the mother who quickly ran towards the room Mbah who happened to be in the back room.

A few moments later, Ipul came over with a face that was no less panicked.

Mother's sweat was seen splashing on her forehead, her face a little pale with her hands shaking violently.

“Yes Allah is why buk?”.

I saw the altar that was already on the floor seemed to fall from the top of the mattress with a loud breath.

“Mom don't know, it looks like asthma mbah relapses and falls, help mom Tar adoptive mother not strong”.

I together with my mother and Ipul together raised the altar and moved it on the bed. Slowly the three of us lay the altar on the mattress and give a warm drink hoping to slightly subside the asthma.

I went to the kitchen to get some warm water.

After drinking the warm water instead of getting less short of breath, he choked and could not say anything his eyes glanced upwards like enduring such intense pain. His body was also shivering with cold. Mother immediately enveloped the body of Mbah.

In the past Mbah was a heavy smoker with a lifestyle that was always free, mbah never pay attention to the intake of food that goes into the body that is important is to eat well without caring it is healthy or not, maybe now is the impact of his life first.

“Mu I'm going to the house pakde first yes ask for help”.

So excited I ran out of the house to Pakde's house which happened to be next to the house.

“Assalamualaikum pakde.pakde wake pakde”.

“Bude..bude.. wake up bude mbah fall”.

“Mas Udin wake up mas, mbah fall”.

I cried frantically banging on the door of their house, but unfortunately none of the family members gave an answer.

Tired of calling out to those who did not open the door, I returned home still with a panicked face.

“Bu looks like we should take Mbah to the hospital now”.

“Yes God wants hospital again now, money how?”

I looked confused thinking about that.

You guys ask me how? I'm even more confused because of my status who is unemployed now, but how the situation is very worrying there is no way we as a family let there be our family in such pain.

“Mum is there a little savings from the money I sent all this time?”.

I just shook my head.

“Gosh so all this time every month I send money five million every month, where to run”. My mind is in a heart I cannot speak because I cannot.

“Do you have no more savings Tar?”.

My mother asked me again about my financial condition.

Mother according to my decision, though how could not bear to see her father in such pain.

“Bu usually if to the hospital how?, who delivers”.

“You are soon to the house of Mr. Toni alone Tar, ask for help him to deliver mbah to hospital”.

I swiftly ran back to the house of Mr. Toni who was at the end of the alley the only person who had a car in the hallway of my house.

“Assalamualaikum pak Toni”.

I knocked on the door of the largest house with white paint and a large yard. The nicest house in my village was so panicked.

“Waalaikumsalam what is it son?”.

Answer the middle-aged man who at that time seemed to be teaching in the living room.

“Pak ask please deliver Mbah to the house of saki, asthma mbah back relapse”.

“Come nak”.

Without much question, Mr. Toni hurried to get the car ready to go to my house, while I ran to the house immediately to tell my mother.

With a swift sir Toni drove us to the nearest hospital from our house, when he arrived at the hospital I immediately took care of all the administration to mbah.

After undergoing a series of examinations mbah required for re-opname, there are spots in the lungs mbah and blockages that result in asthma recurrence. For temporary suspicion of blockage that causes asthma relapse is the cold that is currently occurring.

Because it was necessary for the mother's name to take care of the mbah for a while, I decided to go home briefly to prepare for all the needs of the mbah and mother while in the hospital.

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Arriving at home I went to my mother's room to pick up a few pieces of clothes and a blanket to take to the hospital, I also prepared all the needs of the mbah and put it in a large bag.

After all the preparation of the clothes and some other items were complete I asked Ipul to help take him to the hospital and give it to mom, not to forget I also bought two packs of rice for mom because mom herself had not had time for breakfast.

While Ipul was delivering the goods needed by mother and mbah to the hospital, I went to the house of Pakde to tell if after dawn was brought to the hospital.

“Assalamualaikum pakde Dar bude Murni”.

I knocked on their door but unfortunately there was no answer at all.

“Tok Tok”'s.

I knocked back on the door but unfortunately there was no answer at all from inside the house. I tried again to knock on the door.

“Tok..tok..”.

“Pakde Dar bude Pure mas Udin”.

My screams were louder, hoping they would open the door for me.

“What the hell is Tar so early in the morning has been raging knocking on people's door so hard”.

Bude Murni just woke up wearing a knee-length negligee and curly hair that decomposed so thick that it expands everywhere.

Pure bude steps followed by Dar pakde who only wears singlet shirts and short color pants complete with a glove that is folded around his neck.

“Still morning Tar, what's up? Did you finish cooking until you woke up the bude for breakfast together?”.

“Ajin also yes kau”.

“Bude was just after dawn Mbah fell and his asthma relapsed, now in hospital”.

“Oalah bude think you have finished cooking with a delicious menu like yesterday”.

Jeez how can Bude Murni and pakde Dar be so calm to hear news like this. My mom and I were panicking.