Turning Hell into Heaven

15. Two surprises a day

The choice to leave my heart to someone who cannot accept these shortcomings and limitations in me has led me to a life of burden and pressure.

To make my sanity almost lost as a result of bearing the heaviness of the test of betrayal.

How the way of life has introduced me to the orphan with trials, accidents and disasters in life.

Although my willingness to make friends but do not mind his pain is so painful when all forms of bitterness must also be gulped alone.

But my kids? Azkia and Alsava, the jewels of my heart. What about them?

I can never guarantee to even determine that the days my children go through will always be beautiful without having to feel the gall of life. Maybe even now they without my knowledge have tasted it.

Azkia and Alsava, my little girls still desperately need the figure of a mother whose eyes are not closed to keep them when sick attack. Protecting them from the ugly eyes of the world.

They still desperately need a mother who both hands are burly so that they can push them away from things around a strange problem.

They still need a lip following a piece of heart from his Mother who though not escaped sin against self but will not be tired of reminding and praying for goodness for each side of the life of the soulmate, beloved children.

And even though it's not perfect right now, the kids need my legs. Children need strong legs from me as a mother to accompany every phase of life they will live.

I'm really tired. But I can't give up. I have to go through this second-by-second life with the best version of myself, a Dara Herlambang.

So that as a Mother, Mother of those whom I truly love, I can accompany my children through things that are not liked and complete every challenge that is presented by life.

Moreover, I have to make sure the children do not experience what is afflicting me now.

Although the results of the effort are far from hope, it absolutely must not defeat this self-determination to prove that my life destiny is not cruel.

I've had enough of being crippled by the deadly poison of treason. I can't go through much trouble anymore. Because there are still many beautiful pearls of life that I have to dive into.

And to make it happen is definitely not easy. I will definitely be faced with a transverse aral that willingly comes repeatedly.

However, is not a journey indeed first in the beginning with small steps?

Then I should be able to step up!!!

I will do all my efforts in peace without neglecting hard work and endeavors that are more than tenacity.

I'll make you feel how hot and painful the life you created for me is Mas.

If my life is now like hell because of your selfishness and greed that consciously eroded the commitment of a marriage. Then you must regret all of that!

Lord of nature, help me to create miracles.

"We've reached Ma'am" Mr. Saleh's voice.

"Yes sir" Dara pressed a button on the side of her phone.

Now the phone no longer shows light. Making several lines of Dara's writing that are typed as self-motivated to recover is no longer legible in sophisticated flat objects but has been instilled, embedded in the mind and heart of a Dara Herlambang.

...***...

"There is no best medicine other than perseverance and confidence"

Doctor Angga handed over a piece of paper to Dara. There was a sweet little smile on the corner of the lips of the orthopedic specialist.

Dara received the paper she was given. Looking at her at a glance then looking at the doctor Angga and asking in question,

"Details of the details, doc?"

"good. The results of this examination show that the toxic component in your legs is no longer there, it is marked by the beginning of the pain or pain that you feel when doing some therapy sessions. This means that we are currently improving the quality of your therapy to stimulate the brain and the main organs of the legs to move independently"

Obviously doctor Angga with a gaze as calm as a lake and his decent intonation robot accompanied by a face mimic stiff as cold ice.

Dara nodded several times.

"Let's start doc!" Dara Seru.

"Yes?" Doctor Angga still has not caught the intention of Dara's invitation.

"Don't we have to improve the quality of therapy?"

Clarify Dara back by quoting one of the languages used by the doctor Angga some time ago.

Doctor Angga smiled.

Not felt over time although still can not be separated from its cold nature but currently doctors Angga quite often spontaneously show his sweet smile in front of Dara.

"Doctors are great doctors who are charming and seem to be more charming if you smile more often like this" said Dara made Dr. Angga return to ice mode.

"Because you're like a kid who's going to buy a toy, so let's start this therapy session" Dr. Angga is getting ready to do his job.

Like the narrative that has been poured in the writing and mind following the deepest heart, Dara with great determination undergo every direction of Angga doctor carefully.

Pain, pain, and pain that is very painful do not ignore. He just focused on getting back on the move.

... ***...

"People!!!"

The spoiled hysteris of a beautiful girl with a super-model appearance made the surprised doctors Angga and Dara immediately stop the therapy activities that were on the run.

"Jesica?" Rhetorical doctor Angga to women who are developing a big smile.

Jesika instantly scattered herself into the chest embrace of the field belonging to doctor Angga.

"I'm sorry honey" The tones of wood from Jesika.

Doctor Angga pushed little Jesika out of his arms. Doctor Angga retreated a few steps from Jesika.

"Jesica. Please don't make any more trouble this in the clinic, my workplace" Dr. Angga said.

Doctor Angga stepped past leaving Jesika. He approached Dara, who was standing with auxiliary devices on his right and left hand sides.

Jesika forced the body of the doctor Angga who was about to move Dara to his wheelchair. Angga's doctor's grip on Dara's hand was released.

Dara who some time ago the tools of his establishment have been released, now his body began to lose balance until...........

"Almost just"

A hand immediately caught Dara's body that was about to fall.

Dara had heard this voice before. Dara raised her head to her helper.

"Master?" Dara was surprised and astonished again.

...***...

"My name is Radit, Radit Corak"

The owner of the voice extended his hand to Dara who was already sitting in a wheelchair.

After rescuing Dara who was about to fall, Radit immediately shouted to Rani who was outside the room to help move Dara to her wheelchair.

'Radit Pattern? Does that mean that this master is a newcomer painter who held an exhibition at that time?' Dara wondered at her heart.

"Hey.. Haloo" Radit wagged his palm that had been waiting for the hand from Dara.

"Oh, hey sorry. Ah yes my name is Dara"

Dara reached out her hand and was greeted immediately by Radit.

"Sad. Lookie! this clinic where you work by the woman does not know herself even made a place to tempt other men" Jesika looked at Dara cynically.

"Jesika stop! I've told you many times that Dara is my patient. Look at you, Jesika! How can I continue to hang with you if every patient of mine you always make accusations! This is the last time I say, our relationship is over and for good! if you still behave like this then I will take firm steps to report you to the police on the basis of unpleasant actions. Now get out of my room and never come back!!!"

Jesika who was hardened by the doctor Angga look surprised, tears began to melt into his tapered cheeks as well as he ran away from the room.

... ***...

"Well, forgive the inconvenience" Doctor Angga showed a face full of his regret.

"That's all?" Radit glared at Angga's doctor.

Doctor Angga seriously looked at Radit who was standing next to Dara's wheelchair.

"Sir, thank you for helping my patient. And for you to know that allowed into this room only interested so please You out!"

Doctor Angga took a breath and looked at Rani who was still standing behind her master's wheelchair.

"So is it with you Rani. Please wait outside first"

"There's no need to thank me for doing it not for you but for this lady. With regard to interests, I am clearly interested in this lady because her friend, Lusi asked me to replace her to pick up the lady"

Radit seemed relaxed to explain with both hands inserted into the bag of his jeans.

"good. But for now my patient's therapy session called Dara is not finished. That means for now please wait outside first until the time comes for you to carry out your interests earlier" explained Dr. Angga trying to be polite.

"But no one can guarantee such an event does not happen again. And I object to having to leave Miss Dara here with the cause of the problem" Radit replied firmly.

Doctor Angga sighed again. Although not visible to the naked eye but still the helpline seemed full of burden.

Perhaps the calm side of an Angga doctor began to waver in the face of a young man with a burning spirit like Radit Corak.

"Rani, you've been with this friend of Luci's outside yes, his name is Mr. Radit"

Pinta Dara on Rani who had not moved from the room like the language of Angga doctors that is special for people with interests.

Rani is already engrossed in watching the uproar between two handsome men in front of her.

"Miss, I'm Radit Corak. Don't add the title sir in front of my name and I've also been acquainted with Rani so miss no need to introduce us again"

Radit bent his body so that he could clearly see Dara and carved a friendly smile.

"Mrs! Not miss and we also met my name Dara, hopefully you don't forget"

Firmly Dara while slowly moving the lever in his wheelchair that makes him some distance away from Radit.

"Alright Dara. What if something like that happens again?" Ask Radit.

"Therefore I think with you outdoors especially if right in front of the room can prevent similar events from repeating by checking and ensuring the identity and interests of everyone who wants get in here"

Dara's sahutan against Radit makes Rani and Angga's doctor hold back a laugh while Radit bends his baby face.

"alright. If there's anything awkward immediately shout our names yes Dara"

Radit gave a small nod to code Rani to withdraw from a room that was not intended for them.

Rani and Radit leave the doctor Angga and Dara who stare at the thin smile of the amused effect of holding back laughter.

Clamps.

The door of the room that was just a blink of an eye closed again opened.

Radit gushed his face, in front of Dr. Angga. Then Radit put both index and middle fingers in front of his narrowed eyeball. Radit turned the two fingers towards Dr. Angga while saying,

"I Will back"

The bangs with hair over the bottom of Radit's ear slowly disappeared along with the door of the doctor's room that was closed quite tight.

Dara and Doctor Angga looked at each other. There were no words spoken but suddenly without their cues laughing.

... ***...