There is No Need for Love

S2: The Strong and Brave Child

It has been almost a month Risda lying in a hospital bed, Risda now is so resigned to his condition, Risda understands the bad things that might happen to him, Risda knows that he was wrong all this time, Risda, but to regret it was useless no longer, Risda only wished for a miracle to come to her.

Dahrul approached to answer his mother's call, Dahrul sat at the side of the bed, clutching his mother's fingers tightly, Dahrul knew that his mother was experiencing great pain, but his mother could still give him a smile, Dahrul knew that his mother was experiencing pain, that way Dahrul also as much as possible do the same thing.

“You must be a strong, brave child and be able to defend your sister later”.

“Dahrul definitely can Ma, Mama just relax”.

Risda smiled and stroked her son's head. Dahrul directed his eyes to his mother's stomach that had not yet shrunk, meaning his sister had not yet been born, after almost two days of complaining and was rushed to this hospital. Dahrul kept trying to smile, even though his little soul was struggling.

Although still in Grade IV Elementary School, but Dahrul knows what is happening to his mother, he knows how sick his mother is currently suffering, Dahrul is actually very sorry, he is very sorry, pity and could not look at his mother for long, let alone the distance of one complaint with another complaint, it was only the size of a second.

“Whatever happens to Mama, be a strong child, do not cry, Mama does not like Mama's child so cry”.

Dahrul. “Dahrul will be strong for Mama”.

Risda smiled among her complaints. “For Adik ..”.

Dahrul nods his head. “Surely Ma, Dahrul can definitely”.

The atmosphere became quiet, Dahrul continued to look at the face of his mother who was now trying to close his eyes, Dahrul stroked his mother's forehead, Risda immediately clasped Dahrul's hand and kissed him. Dahrul even had to look up to the sky to hold back his tears.

“Dahrul just go home yes, tomorrow go home school new here again”.

Dahrul. “But Ma...”.

Risda forced her smile. “Mama is fine, Son, go home with Uncle Mahdan. Your uncle where ?”.

Dahrul. “Dahrul less know Ma, was uncle here kok”.

Mutia, who had been behind the door, turned and walked a thousand steps toward the musholla, knowing that her husband Mahdan was there. Mutia even went straight in and sat next to Mahdan while Mahdan was still in the final tasyahut position. As soon as Mahdan said his regards, Mutia immediately poked.

“Abang on search for Kak Risda. Last time, this was just now, Risda's sister ?”.

Mahdan. “How has Sister Risda ?”.

Mutia shook her head. “There has been no development of Bang”.

Mahdan shook his head, immediately stood up and left just like that. This time Mutia shook her head, even Mahdan did not wait for her at all, Mahdan passed by leaving Mutia who certainly could not walk fast, Mutia's content was only three months different from Risda.

Mutia again shook her head, also stepping following Mahdan, of course her goal was definitely to Risda's room. Mutia understood how Risda in the eyes of her husband, how Risda in Mahdan's life, Risda was like a sister to Mahdan, all the strange problems he conveyed to Risda, Risda, so Risda is indeed a place where they complain and complain.

Mahdan's fear of Risda was very natural, Mutia was also unable to say anything at this time. Mutia could only hope for a miracle to come to her sister-in-law's aid, that was all she could do, because from the medical side, things were out of control.

Mutia was just standing by the door, but the Mahdan code was enough to let Mutia know what Mahdan wanted. Mutia immediately pulled Dahrul's hand out, there was enough reason, Dahrul has not prayed isya, Dahrul nods his head and leaves his mother's room.

“Dan ..”.

Mahdan is getting closer.”Yes, Kak, I'm here Kak”.

“Bring Dahrul home. Tomorrow home school just got here again”.

Mahdan nods his head.”Yes Brother, Dahrul prayed first”.

Risda nodded her head. “Dan ..”. Risda complained and held her chest again. “If anything happens to Brother, you don't let Dahrul be sad ya Dan”.

Mahdan wiped his eyes. “Kakak don't talk about Kak”.

Risda smiled, even though she looked very forced. “Your gate can not be concerned Dan, you do not let Dahrul, take care of him”.

Jemari Mahdan has squeezed the edge of the bed. Mutia put her hands on both shoulders of her husband, Mutia was also unable to hold back her sadness, especially Mutia knew exactly the situation of her sister-in-law, until today they are still empowering donors for Risda, but there was no good signal at all.

Thirty minutes in silence, Asrul and Dahrul appeared at the door. Mahdan stood up, pulled Dahrul's hand after permission to his father and mother, Mutia also came, at the door, they met Haris who had just arrived from Kalimantan.

Haris pulls Mutia's hand away from Mahdan and Dahrul, Mutia comes along, he feels Haris has a lot of questions and Mutia is the right person to answer all those questions.

“Until where is your sister Tia ?”.

Mutia shook her head. “It's been too far Uncle”. Mutia was crying. “We can only hope there is a donor in the near future”.

Haris choked, his heart immediately rumbled. “Hidden Tia ?”.

Mutia nodded her head. “Already Uncle, but no response”.

Haris looks weak, this certainly makes Haris dead fleas, his vision even began to blur a little, what would happen if the donor did not meet too, this certainly makes the heart of Haris sliced, very painful. If only he could take her heart, Haris would be happy to do it.

Haris hugged Dahrul very tightly, Dahrul also did the same thing, after Dahrul waved his hand, Haris replied with an increasingly sliced heart, Dahrul passed with Mahdan and Mutia, Haris was sad to see his grandson, Dahrul said, although a little calm because there is freshness in the eyes of Dahrul.

“Dad, dad when will it be ?”. Asrul stood up and greeted his father-in-law when he saw Haris enter.

Haris came straight to Risda. “What's the news dear dad ?”.

Risda developed her smile, Risda caught her father's hand, kissing the palm on her cheek. Haris repeatedly kissed her daughter's forehead, her eyes were already bright, unable to see Risda's face that had described great suffering.

Two hours later Risda suddenly complained long and held his stomach, Asrul immediately ran to find a doctor. Soon Laila's obstetrician came with a midwife accompanied by three nurses with their own equipment.

After making some observations, Lailamemutus doctor did vacum, Asrul just accept, Haris also can only nod his head. The process began, just a few minutes away, a princess was now born into the world, but her mother immediately lost consciousness.

All immediately busy, the main thing is to pair oxygen to Risda, her little daughter crying loudly, after cleaning, Asrul grabbed her daughter and chanted iqamah to the two ears of the princess, after the nurse took over again, the princess was taken to a special room.

Asrul and Haris are the same as kosuk, Laila direct telephon doctor Muhli who is a cardiologist, who has been handling and monitoring the development of Risda, because everyone knows that Risda is sick. Before long, Muhli doctor also appeared and immediately did a long examination.

“How do doc ?”. The newly arrived Supreme asked, the others looked sculpted, absolutely no one could make a sound.

Doctor Muhlimeluh long. “We haven't met the donor yet?”.

All immediately suffocated, the question of doctor Muhlisudah enough to give an answer about what is going on. Asrul and Haris had even seemed to be unable to hold their own bodies, Asrul was as trembling as Haris, his knees were both shaking, shaking strongly.

Asrul and Haris did not even answer anything when the Muhlipermisi doctor after installing all the necessary equipment in Risda's body. All in the room looked at each other, the same complaining complete with each other's anxiety, all seemed to dissolve in confusion.

It was still dawn when Asrul half ran to find doctor Muhli, the doctor was difficult wanta wanti, so that the completion of the Muhli shajuh directly to the hospital, he wanted to see the development of the son-in-law of the owner of this hospital. Asrul immediately pulled the hand of Muhli who finally came half-run.

Muhli immediately took many actions, one by one Muhli did with full concentration, but for the umpteenth time Muhli shook his head, he even rubbed his face after examining Risda's eyes and pulse. Muhli let out a longer sigh, opening Risda's oxygen apparatus.

“Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilaihi Rojiun”.

Haris immediately withered, he really fell to the floor. What doctors said Muhlisudah disfigured everything, his daughter Risda has been picked up by the Almighty, already unable to continue her service anymore. Haris leaned against the wall and squeezed his throbbing chest painfully, very sickly.

Agung was also riveted, almost ten minutes Agung stood like a statue. Agung realized when some nurses began to fix up, lifting Risda's body to the push bed, Agung stepped up, Haris also trained, following Asrul's steps towards the ambulance.

The entire hospital was in an uproar, all the same as tears, there were even many nurses who were sobbing, all the same hit with the departure of Risda, the hospital was like stopping, all the officers stormed into the courtyard, trying to reach Risda's body.

Even when the ambulance left the hospital, there were still hundreds of nurses sitting languidly on the terrace. There were still many who were crying, a deep sense of shock and loss attacked them to the point of stabbing deeply. Risda's attitude and behavior during her life towards them made the nurses unable to hold back, feel devastated and sad about this situation.

Agung had started to find strength, Agung took out his cell phone, his hands were so trembling typing mourning messages to his friend, Agung felt the need to convey this to everyone, including to his brother-in-law.

Widiya immediately put down his spoon, his intention for breakfast disappeared instantly, Widiya's tears had flowed profusely, repeatedly he read the WA message, right, right, it was indeed a message from Agung that reported that his daughter-in-law was gone, was gone forever.

Gunawan who just came out of the bathroom was surprised to see his mother. “Mama Why ?”.

Widiya looked at Gunawan. “Your brother Gun”.

With a curious Gunawan took his mother's cell phone. Gunawan's hand immediately shook, Gunawan sat down and re-read the message on his mother's phone.

“Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilaihi Rojiun Hotel. Has Returned to Rahmatullah our son-in-law Risda Nalia Binti Haris Arianda Nasution, Wife of our son Asrul Sutrisno, this morning at 06.25 WIB at Sentra Medika Hospital. We are the ones who are grieving Like /dr. Meeta”'s.

“Kakak Risda .. Kakak”.

Gunawan even had roared, he cried loudly like a child, Widya could only look at it, Widya knew what and who Risda for Gunawan, not just the neighbors and children of his father and mother friends. But Risda is so much more than that, Risda for Gunawan is the older brother, the best sister he's ever had.

As a child, Gunawan used to sleep in Risda's arms, bathing and changing Gunawan's clothes, carrying Gunawan snacks, bribing, to accompany Gunawan on the road. When Gunawan went to college in Surabaya, Risda was the person he missed the most after his father and mother, Gunawan was very injured.

The Lufti half-running heard Gunawan's roar, and grew even more shocked when he saw that crying was not only his son, but also his wife. Widya just gave her the phone, Lufti was also aghast while reading Agung's message. Lufti put down Widya's phone, grab her phone and call Agung.

“Gung .. this ..”.

Great sounds sighing. “Iya Luf's. My son-in-law no longer has”. Great back to crying. “Risda has gone Luf”.

“Iya, Yes, the cave there Gung, the cave there”.

“Luf, request help Luf”.

“Iya, Yes.. Why Gung ?”.

“Fetch Dahrul to his school”.

“Iya Gung .. Iy”.

"Bring to the house directly to the Luf".

"Yes .. Yes Gung, yes .. Cave pick up now".

The Lufti is a dazed, confused man. Widya also stood up, Widya could not wait, he chose to ride a motorcycle with Gunawan, according to him too long if he had to turn towards Dahrul school. Lufti could not say what, as soon as his wife and son disappeared, Lufti pulled out his car and came out.

The Lufti runs the car very slowly, the Lufti's chest goes up and down, no force is able to hold back the Lufti tears that flow so fast, the Lufti just let the tears discuss his clothes, the shadow of Risda's smile continued to fill the Lufti's head which had now started to throb, there was a lot of pain kicking the Lufti's heart.

…. Connect …