You, Or Him
Episode 35's
“So how is my daughter, Doc?”
Irene squeezed her hands under the table while waiting for the doctor to read out her daughter's condition. This doctor in front of him heaved a heavy sigh making Irene turn to glance at the husband who was also equally anxious with her.
“What is my daughter's condition severe, Doc?” repeated Irene, when she did not find the doctor making a sound.
The middle-aged doctor raised his head and immediately looked at the two old men who looked anxious. “So my daughter and mother have Diabetic Retinopathy. Or it can also be called damage to blood vessels in the tissues behind the eye or retina. This case is quite rare, but also lately often encountered in patients who experience a hard impact on the head such as the daughter of the father and mother natural.”
The doctor handed Zia the paper from the lab. “The clash in the head of the patient is quite serious. And we can still be grateful that patients only experience Diabetic Retinopathy as I said just now.”.
Irene kicked the table in front of him with emotions running out. “My son lost his eyesight, the doctor said only? My son can't see us his parents, can't see his friends, can't see the world anymore, so easily the doctor says just?” Irene shouted, her eyes shed tears by themselves.
“Ma... Udah, calm down.” Dana tries to calm her rebellious wife. This was what he had been afraid of since he first entered this room. Irene who was very gentle to any situation often could not control herself.
“Pa, our son.. Our son is blind. Blind, Pa,” said Irene on the sidelines sobs her tears.
Dana hugged his wife. His hand stroked his wife's back to calm things down just a little. “Mama should be strong, for Zia's sake. Zia needs support now. If you are like this, how can you accept your own condition? As his parents, we should be able to take on our role very well. We must be calm, do not meet Zia with this situation, Ma.”
“But, Pa.”
“Sstt.. Mama calm aja.”
“What eyes of my child can heal, Doc?”
“We will keep trying, the rest we just pray to God, may He give His miracles.”
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Zia wiped away the tears flowing down her cheeks and left a warm feeling there. The incident when he asked Dimas to turn on the lights, a darkness that there was not even a faint item of light, the incident when the doctor said that his cornea was damaged when it felt very painful for him.
Zia wiped her tears back. If it was true that he had been in a coma for a few days, why not just die so that he did not feel such a deep void as now. At least that's what Zia thought up all night.
Zia curled up in her blanket when she heard the door open. He did not know for sure what time it was, which obviously did not seem to be the schedule of the sisters to deliver food. It was almost half an hour ago that breakfast came.
The back door closed along with the fragrant Apple that clearly greeted Zia's smell. He was very worried about who was behind him now. Zia who was lying on her side made Fisya not know what she was doing.
Fisya walked towards the large window in front of Zia. The curtain was opened so that the sun would welcome his friend who was now lying down. Fisya turned around and was surprised to find Zia opening her eyes. Fisya smiled and walked over to Zia. “Good morning, what do you feel?”
Zia flinching.
“Oh.. You're not sleeping? I swear, Zi, your eyes are really rich panda. No lie to me.”
Fisya who was already sitting in front of Zia now glanced at the tray that was leaving breakfast for her. Obviously still intact, because Fisya can make sure Zia will not touch his breakfast if not forced. “Lo has not had breakfast? I bribe?” wheedled.
Zia flinch again. His eyes were straight but anyone knew he was not looking at anything.
“Lo why? Is anyone sick? Tell me, I'll call the doctor.”
Fisya smiled as she clasped Zia's soft hand. “Zia, you can not squirm does not mean your life stops right then and there. You still have family, friends, and everyone you love. I don't want to talk about them, let me be useful this time. I promise, I'll be your eye. I promise you will still enjoy the beauty of the world even though it is not using your eyes. You still have me, your best friend since childhood.”
“So tell me why don't you sleep? Lo have to rest a lot, lo haven't pu..”
“For what?” cut Zia. His eyes began to move to the left like they were looking for someone who was talking to him. “For what I sleep if it's all free. Whether sleeping or not, I can't enjoy everything. You can say that easily because it is not lo who is in my position. Just try to be in my position, maybe Lo will also do the same thing.”
“No, will not. I keep saying things that I think are right. And actions like lo gini do not reflect realness at all, Zi. You know it,” pause for a moment. “Lo should understand, you only lose sight not life.”
“Lo who do not understand, Sya.”
“What do I not understand while you understand, Zi? Tell me!” Fisya stood up to open the lid of mineral water and gulped it down until half was left. “When you are almost dead, when you are there but depend on medical devices, when you are declared in a coma for days, when you are there but feel imperfect, when you are not perfect, do you understand what I was feeling at the time? So tell me, what do I not understand while you understand?”
Zia's tears returned without excuse. “Gue just don't want to bother.”
Fisya smiled understandably. He knew Zia wasn't as loud as she looked. “Neither troublesome. Now you eat yes, abis it take medicine. Let me bribe.”
“No need, I eat alone.”
Zia tried to push her body to sit down. His legs were left hanging on the edge of the hospital bed. His hand tried to reach the spoon that was on the tray. Zia tries to spoon the food but nil. The rice that was on the plate is now scattered on the tray.
Zia tried again and again failed. Zia snorted and then threw the spoon in any direction. “Lo see, this is the definition of people who will not bother? Even eating alone I can not.” he cried frustrated.
Fisya who had been watching him from the end of the room now wiped his tears and walked closer. “Just not used to it, later we will keep trying. Now let me help, yes.”
Fisya painstakingly fed a mouthful of rice to Zia. Occasionally Fisya seemed to throw jokes that only Zia responded flatly. Even so, Zia was not as strong as when Fisya had just arrived. Now he has answered every Fisya talk to him even though it is not too cheerful, at least the first step Fisya managed to make it calmer.
“What I bother?”
Tb Cork
In shaa Allah today will double update🤗 gor why else ngalir very idea, whereas again kesel same boss huhu”)
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