The Father Boy
ALA110S. Talk to the parents
I've explained everything to Biyung and dad about Izza's situation. I did not explain in front of Izza, I deliberately accompanied Izza to fall asleep first. Poor thing, he must be tired physically and mentally. I should be able to relieve some of the sufferers and find the best advice for handling this disease. Because frankly, this is all hindered by costs.
"Why are we only now aware? I mean, if he does have it, it's a derivative of his family. It should be known and treated first." The most logical father just let out his voice.
"Izza doesn't know, either, Dad. Izza did not know his condition, because there were no symptoms. Or you could say, the symptoms are exactly like he wants to come months. For example, straining the pelvis, he said, lumbago and discomfort in the stomach. He was in a deep shock, which was an endoscopy. So it was to the obstetrician, to the laboratory, to the general practitioner, continue to the gastroenterologist specialist or surgeon digestif kah if not wrong." I remember that doctor who was dad's. "Keep it out, eat it, get results. Then go to the obstetrician again, where we explained at length, continue to be given a letter to come back to do the MRI test." I pushed my son down.
How do you ask for debt? I've never been in debt, so I don't know the arrangement of the text to owe.
"When to the MRI, can the BPJS cover?" ask dad to come back.
Biyung looked dreamy, he hugged his pillow and leaned on the head of the bed. I don't know what to think, but he doesn't look okay now.
I went to their room, because it was already late at night. Now that it was ten at night, they had already looked sleepy and rested.
How else would you like? After the hospital, I fulfilled Izza's wish to eat teppan chicken in the city center. Plus, there was something that caught his attention. It's not expensive, but there is a price.
"Begged back after Izza finished coming month, Dad. Izza has BPJS APBD, which is free from the government. But the problem is, you have to ask for a referral to the puskesmas first, he said it was not easy." Of course, the facilities are not the same as general VVIP.
"You got the funds?" Dad was so sensitive apparently.
I shook weakly. I'm ashamed to say it, but it's like that.
"If the time is still long, do not press that. Can list health insurance, but insurance tuh today use bailout funds, Bang. So let's say ten million, then we pay ourselves first. After that, the search for insurance was carried out. Yes, it is different every insurance program, but the one that I follow that one. You okay Dad cover first?"
I'm not feeling good, because it's getting a lot of trouble for my parents. Meanwhile, he has a project to build four houses. In three weeks, they'll have a simple wish. Zio is married and he wants a procession of dara baro, or commonly known as ngunduh mantu. Dad did not intend to invite, because he felt that he had been visited repeatedly. But the expenditure must be large because of the guarantee and a set of tents, chairs and also catering. Who will be entertained, of course the family of his wife Zio.
"Yaaa, if from the insurance go directly to the account Father only. I'm sure, definitely less. But I promise even, if I pay or the results of the pond." I didn't know the pond would produce, because I was still pioneering.
"That's about easy, what's important is that I tell you first let you calm down. How many handles do you have now?"
I opened my mobile banking app. It's sad because there's only a million and a half left.
"Yes, I'm transferring now to your hold. The problem about the action later, depending on the results of the MRI test, said Father. Surely doctor saranin also how good, then the choice is in our hands." Like I understand the stages that the doctor gave.
"Sorry, Dad. The more I get here, the more trouble I get." I lowered my head.
"May the phase not be our cake first, Mas." Biyung spoke with a trembling voice.
"No way, Canda. You just calm down." Dad swiped a new biyung.
"I'm afraid, with this incident they have trouble having a descendant of our cake first. Mas still remember the feeling of hope, but always disappointed with the results of my testpack? Savings until depleted, treatment until the mamah cover for treatment Mas first. The economic crisis hit, the poorest themselves among the other brothers. Inconvenient smell of ketchup, details **************patched. I'm scared, Mas. I'm afraid our kids are feeling a phase that hard, Mom." Biyung crying on dad's arm.
I am so sad, because I have made a biyung in the most difficult times.
"We must always be there in the difficult times of our children, let our wealth be blessed. We are here to support our children financially, or mentally. Our burdens are heavy, Canda. We need to focus, so we can solve our problems. Yes Jasmine, yes Flowers, yes Ceysa, yes Zio. They need us all, Canda."
I am adding more weight to their lives.
"I'm scared, Mom. I can't bear it, I pity it." Biyung hugged my father's arm tighter and tighter, his face hiding there.
"We are together, we pray for the best. This is the time we take care of our children with our own hands, because from childhood we give them to caregivers. It's not that the heart can't hold the kids, but I work day and night, you keep getting pregnant, I can't stand you." Dad rubbed his head.
"I feel sorry." The crying was so bitter.
"And I'll help you, Canda. I'm not quiet, am I? I help them, I support them and direct them." Daddy kissed biyung's head.
"Sok sleeping, I take care, Chandra take care of." Dad helped Biyung break his body. I helped Biyung to cover her legs.
I get a little worried, if I say anything in front of Biyung. Because biyung thought too much, making me feel guilty because he was crying because he heard my complaint.
I moved my hands, to massage the calves with the blankets. Dad glanced at me and shook his head.
"Chat in the workspace," said the father very softly.
I nodded, then slowly got off the bed. Hearing the problems of his son, the mothers were swept away with anxiety and fear. Maybe after this, I should be more able to filter the issues I talked about with the parents, especially.
Because women are not like men, who seek first a way out, rather than lamenting their helpless state. Because obviously the father and the young here are very different.
I saw Izza first. I set him back, that he was still asleep. Then, I headed to my dad's office.
"Here, Bang." Apparently, dad was already in the room.
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