
Abhiyasa tried to give understanding to his son. He did not mention his illness. He and Hani only mentioned that if later after the doctor explained to them, then they would explain it to him.
Abhiyasa and Hani try to convince his son if everything will be fine and of course the disease will be cured and his health will return to normal again.
"Is it really Pa, Ma?" aksa asked while looking at her mother and father in turn.
Hani and Abhiyasa nodded their heads simultaneously. They were sure it would really happen.
"Aksa must be sure he can be cured. And for a while Aksa stayed here until the doctor told her to go home, "Abhiyasa replied with a smile and a gentle rub of her son's head.
Moments later, doctors visited Aksa's room. Antonio's doctor examined Aksa's condition along with two other doctors. They are doctors of psychologists and doctors of internal medicine.
"Sorry sir, ma'am, can we talk for a second?" ask Antonio's doctor to Abhiyasa and Hani.
"Of course it could be doc" replied Abhiyasa who also represented his wife.
"What if we talk in my room?" ask doctor Antonio to come back.
Abhiyasa turned to his wife. And Hani nodded his head and said,
"Go, let me keep Aksa here. I can't leave him alone if I have to come with you."
Abhiyasa grabbed his wife's hand and nodded his head while smiling at her.
Abhiyasa left the room with the doctors to Antonio's doctor's room.
"Sir, as I explained earlier. My son has VSD. But it's still low, so we're just going to have surgery to add the growing meat cells taken from the patient's body parts. Well, we'll connect the cell with a finely sewn to the heart bulkhead. Later the cell in one year will connect and become flesh. And these two doctors who will later help monitor the development of the patient. Of course, it will also be supervised by patient nutrition and so on" said doctor Antonio told Abhiyasa while introducing him to the doctor who was beside him.
Abhiyasa clutched both his hands. He felt very sorry for his son. What's more, Hani, he feels more regret for his son because of heart disease suffered by his son at this time because of genetic factors hereditary from him. Hani did not have heart disease, but heart disease was inherited from Papa Hani.
"I beg you to help my son to recover and his heart can be normal again doc" Abhiyasa said, looking at Antonio's doctor expectantly.
"Sure sir, surely we will try our best. Our job is to save and help patients. And don't forget to help us with your prayers, sir" said Antonio's doctor to convince Abhiyasa.
"Good doc. For the operation when will the doc be carried out?" ask Abhiyasa to Antonio's doctor.
"Fastly Sir. We will schedule the operation in advance. We will tell you later" replied Dr. Antonio with great confidence.
"Alright doc, if nothing is delivered again, I'm sorry first," Abhiyasa said goodbye to the doctor in the room.
"Please sir" said Antonio's doctor, allowing Abhiyasa to leave his room.
Abhiyasa immediately headed to his son's room. He would tell his wife about all his conversations with the doctor in his room earlier.
When Abhiyasa entered his son's room, he saw his wife hugging her beloved son in the bed.
He approached his son and wife who were soundly asleep. His lips curled upwards looking at the peaceful face of his son and wife.
Suddenly, Hani's eyes opened. She smiled at her husband who was still looking at her. Then he said softly,
"It's just right that I feel like if anyone notices me, it turns out you're a darling."
Abhiyasa smiled and nodded his head. Then he helped his wife who was waking up from her sleep. His wife's smile became a medicine for him when the smile of a substitute word of thanks was given by Hani to him.
The two of them walked towards the sofa chair in the room with Abhiyasa wrapping his hands around his wife's shoulders.
They sat on the sofa with their eyes still fixed on their beloved son.
Abhiyasa took his wife's hand and carried her on his lap. That made Hani look at her. Abhiyasa stared intensely at his wife's bead eyes as he said,
"Honey, the doctor explained a lot to me."
"What do they say?" asked Hani hesitantly.
Abhiyasa pulled out his phone, then he fiddled with it for a while and said,
"So I purposely filmed it so that no one would be missed when I told you. How, do you want to listen to it from me first or just listen to the recording of our conversation?"
"Abhi, I want to listen not to test your memory," replied Hani with a slight advance of his lips so that Abhiyasa knew that his wife was upset with him.
Abhiyasa smiled and as fast as lightning he stole a fleeting kiss from his wife's lips. Then he immediately put a bluetooth headset on his wife's ear and played the tape.
Hani, who was about to get angry, now denied her intention to get angry when she heard a recording of the conversation between the doctor and her husband discussing the treatment of their son.
Hani's eyes glazed over at the conversation. He could not imagine that his young son would have to undergo surgery.
"Abhi, if I wasn't his mother, wouldn't Aksa have experienced this?" hani asked with a trembling voice.
"Honey! Honey, don't talk like that" said Abhiyasa, who didn't want to hear it coming out of his wife's mouth.
Abhiyasa knows that Hani blames himself for what happened to his son. Heart disease derived from Papa Hani, that's what makes Hani feel more guilty about their son.
"But that's right, honey, if I wasn't his mother"
"Means I'm not her dad either. After all, all this is fate. Believe me, honey, we will definitely be stronger after facing this ordeal. So does Aksa, our son. He will grow up to be a stronger man of course" Abhiyasa said to convince his wife.
Hani could not hold back her tears anymore. Without feeling her tears fall down her cheeks. His chest rumbled as he blamed himself for the illness his son was suffering from at this moment.
"Hey, Honey, why are you crying? Don't cry, dear. Do you know if I don't like seeing you cry? You know if I'd feel really sad to see you cry?" abhiyasa asked as he gently wiped away the tears dripping down his wife's cheeks.
Slowly Aksa's eyes opened. He heard his father's words. He looked towards the source of the voice and said,
"Why is Mom crying? Is Mama sad because of Aksa?"