SAVANNA
CHAPTER 6
With a troubled feeling I stepped into my tiny house. Hopefully, father and mother have solved the problem even though deep down my heart has made sure that the cold war will not end.
As my feet stepped in, a familiar atmosphere of silence greeted me instead. The door of the mother's room facing the dining table was still tightly closed. I went over and tried to knock on the door but there was no answer.
Chequek.
Door's locked.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
The umpteenth time I knocked but there was no answer at all.
"Mother?". Call me half yelling.
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"Mother is inside?". Shouts now.
I started to panic when I had not received any answers from my mother. What if something happens when I go to school?. I shouldn't have gone to school!. It's all my fault.
Unknowingly, my tears came back. I called my mother but there was no answer.
The crane! The crane! The crane!.
In between my sobs, the house phone rang. I rushed over to the thing in the living room.
"Hello?". My greeting.
"Hello.good afternoon. Is this with Madame Saphira's residence?". Ask a foreign voice from behind my phone.
"Yes right. My son, how can I help you?". Ask me again while wiping the tears that wet my cheeks.
"ah! We from the Hospital Care Center would like to tell you, that this morning your mother passed out, then a middle-aged man helped him by taking him to the ER and now he is in one of the hospital rooms after being treated by a general practitioner, he has a high blood pressure disorder. There are currently several administrations that the family needs to sign, we hope you can come as soon as possible". Obviously the voice of the woman who is none other than a nurse from the Care Center Hospital.
"Alright, thanks for the info, I'm heading there right away". I said without further ado and hung up the phone.
I ran to my room and changed my school clothes with a plain white T-shirt and sky blue cutbray jeans, then pulled a brown hoodie hanging next to the dresser.
I ordered a taxi online and glanced at the clock on my phone screen. At 14:50. I haven't had lunch since. But right now, that's not what's bothering me. Throughout the journey my heart wondered what was and why. I feel like these days, every second of breath I take in my life is useless. It was as if all the important things were hiding themselves from me. Now she is being treated for high blood pressure. For 19 years I have been living with her, but she never said anything about her illness.
Hix..
My mind is really fucked today.
Upon arrival at the lobby of the hospital, I immediately went to the receptionist to inquire about the mother's room, and completed some of the administration in question.
"Please sign here, after 3 days of hospitalization you can bring back this letter so that we arrange his return". It was clearly the nurse behind this reception desk.
"Ah, what's the cost, sus?". I asked innocently.
"Sorry, may I know who this father is?". I was curious and a little surprised to hear the nurse's explanation.
If it was dad, there was no way I would take care of the inpatient administration of mom, even if it was dad, he would have contacted me right away when mom had just been rushed to the hospital. Anyways...
It's impossible for me to care about my mother.
"I'm sorry, because he doesn't want his identity to be known to anyone". Obviously the sister again.
"He just left this piece of paper, to give to your mother if it's realized". The connection by giving me a piece of paper measuring 5×3cm folded neatly.
"Alright, I ask the sisters to express our gratitude, if only the fathers came again". I said sincerely while receiving my mother's inpatient letter, and that little piece of paper.
"Well, may your mother get well soon". Said the sister while giving a salute, then I replied with a smile and I passed.
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I stopped at the door of the room that read VIP room 309. I looked back at the room number listed in the letter the sister had given me. The room number was the same, but I didn't think that mom would stay in the VIP room. Even to pay off the cost of this hospital, not necessarily we can meet it directly.
I peeked out from behind the window, but the window was covered in curtains. Is it possible that the nurse mis-contacted the patient's family?. But the name in this letter is exactly the same as the mother's name.
After thinking for a moment, I ventured to open the door of this room. Before entering, I peeked behind the door to confirm it again.
As my eyes caught the figure of the mother lying pale on top of the patient's bed with the infusion cord in her hand, my anxiety returned. Immediately I closed the door slowly so as not to cause noise.
I approached my mother, and sat down in the chair that had been prepared. The mother who fell asleep looked very pale and tired. Her appearance again made my tears drip. I held my mother's cold hand and revealed all the turmoil I had long since been silent about.
"I'm sorry vana, ma'am. Vana should be more able to take care of mom. Even in the most difficult conditions, the vana is not next to the mother...". I paused for a moment and began to weigh the words I was about to utter.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I piled my head beside my mother's arm and hugged her thin body.
"... Maybe we better let go of dad, mom. Why keep holding someone who wants to leave. He found the house where he came home. Very sad, but Vana and mom have to accept the fact, if dad only makes us his stopover. Although difficult, vana promises to stay beside the mother, and protect the mother". I say now with tears dripping more and more.
The words I had been holding since the beginning of their quarrel were finally spoken on my lips.
Slowly the puffy feeling that arises from crying makes both my eyes feel like they want to close. Drowsiness began to approach. I closed my eyes while humming quietly and my consciousness finally slowly disappeared.
- April Cn