Trapped In Ambiguity

My mother is soft

I went back to the hospital after I got my dad's car irritated. My heart also felt a little calm, but not completely. I then ran to the room where Dad was.

I stood, staring from behind the glass in my father's room. Dad was sound asleep despite the hoses wrapped his body.

"Cil, the doctor thanked him for doing first aid, but." Mother stopped for a moment.

I walked and sat beside Mother. "But what, Bun?" my many.

"Your father needs blood. Do you want to donate your blood?" ask mother.

"Without asking, I will do it anyway, Mother." I grabbed mom's hand. "Then, I'll go to check my blood. Hope it fits," I said.

I walked into the examination room. The doctor took my blood. After the results of the examination came out, thank goodness my blood matches that of father. I was then led into the room where my father was. I looked at my father's face and slept on the bed next to my father's.

I looked at my father, looking at his face, which taught me courage and strength. But now he was lying weakly there. Everything's gonna be okay, dad. I turned back, faced the ceiling of this room and tried to close my eyes.

***

"Nuts." The warm touch on my arm woke me up. I look at the face of the mother who displays the look of her own face.

"Where's the father, Mother?" my many.

"It has been moved to another room," said Mother.

"To which room, Mother?"

"You're healthy, right? Come with Mother." Mother clasped my hand tightly, leading me to a room with a closed door that read 'only doctors and nurses can enter'.

I walked up to the window, looking at my father from behind the door. There my father was lying helplessly.

"Mother, are you in a coma?" lirihku after seeing the monitor patient who was next to father.

Mother was silent, not answering. He lowered his head, watching his fingers he was playing with.

I sat down on the side seat, staring blankly at the wall. I hope you're okay. I was really expecting that.

"It's midnight, Cil. You must go home," said Mother without looking at me. He still plays his fingers.

"I don't want to go home until I can convince myself that you're going to be okay, Mommy" I said. I don't know since when the tears started to wash my cheeks.

"Father will be fine, believe me," said Mother with a reassuring voice even though in her own heart she was not sure. I saw from the tail of my eyes that Mother was looking at me, but my vision was still focused on that wall.

My father's patient monitor suddenly went off loud. I stood up, ran to get into the room, but the nurse forbade."Let the doctor do his job" he said.

I sat back down to my place, saw a doctor enter my father's room.

"Mother, what happened to you?." I cried, covering my face with both hands. Mother then took me in her arms.

"Calm down" said the mother who currently rubbed my head. But I can't calm down, I'm really worried.

I waited a few minutes, but the doctor did not leave the room. I don't know what's going on inside. I stood up, staring in through the window at the door, but my vision was blocked by a nurse standing behind me.

"Wouldn't you be okay, Mother?" I said try hard.

Mother looked at me and smiled thinly. "You're just like your father. Always try to calm others when he himself is in anxiety," said the mother.

"Isn't mom like that too? I think my nature is down from you two."

"I remember, you ever asked me about first love? Do you know the answer?" asked Mother who tried to melt the atmosphere that was very gripping for me.

"First love is he who when he leaves we will feel so afraid. The first love of a daughter is her father. Father who always taught me many things, even through my father also I learned the meaning of courage," I said.

"You already know the answer" replied Mother. "Mother also never find out about the nature of first love until at last, mother believes that your grandfather is your first love."

"Sorry, Mom. You'll be moved to the inhouse." Someone stopped our conversation.

"How's dad doing?" my many.

"He's fine now. Just waiting for him to wake up."

"Thank God," I hugged my mother with a happy feeling. Happy tears wet my cheeks.

***

"Your daughter is very worried about you" said Mother who had just come, carrying a bag. Today is my second day in the hospital. Tomorrow, he can go home.

"really?" ask dad. "Why don't you talk about it." Father turned to look at me who was currently sitting on the chair until his bed.

"It's the mother who's more worried, Dad. I don't see your face flushed." I chuckled, stood up from my chair and sat on my father's bed, next to my father.

"You are this, Cil." Mother then sat down at my place earlier. "Let's eat. Mother bring 3 servings to eat together."

"Where's my mountain, Bun?" my many.

"There's a bag,"

"Gee, my stomach is finally filled," I cheered.

"You're this, Cil, like you've never eaten." Dad chuckles.

I ignored my father's words and walked up to get my box of rice and sat back in my place.

"How's your test, Cil?" ask dad.

"That's, dad. It's hard" I replied.

"You're this, even 1 plus 1 if you say it's hard." I laughed, a few seconds later.

"Kunyah used to just talk, well," reprimanded mother while thrusting water to father. Mother then put down the rice box and helped dad wake up.