The Father Boy
ALA116'S CHAT. Izza drop
"You all right?" Izza looked so pale, when he just came out of the device.
"Dizziness." Izza pressed his temple.
Long enough that he had been there, a deathly pale now adorned his lips. Izza was like he was suddenly very sick, I panicked to see how he was.
"For the results, will be informed through doctor Fardan yes, ma'am?" Izza got a lot of attention from the health worker.
"Doctor Fardan is the gynecologist?" I confirmed his name, because I did not know the name of the male doctor.
"Yes right, doctor Fardan Salahudin." The nurse checked Izza's eyes.
Duh was horrified as well, until his eyes checked. I'm sure, there must be a certain effect until the eyes are checked.
"Can you just go home and get some rest, sir? Put a phone number here, let's be contacted by an assistant from Fardan's own doctor." The nurse handed Izza's data to me.
"Where's the nulis?" Because the data almost filled the paper.
"It's just the top, sir." It shows its location.
I put my phone number there, and then we were welcome to go out because there were other patients. Izza did not want to go home immediately, he felt dizzy and could not stand being in the car. He chose to sit on the bench of the hospital garden, enjoying the wind.
"Will I eat?" I was confused, because he refused to drink.
"Just walk home." He smiled at me.
"Why the hell?" I was shocked to hear his ridiculous request.
"Sudden shortness of breath if in the room s***t, still a shadow in there." Izza bobbing head. Like suddenly having my wife's claustrophobia.
"You call Zio, come here and bring a motor. Zio will come home with a car, that tukeran." Because we've been sitting here for an hour.
"Don't make it hard for other people, I'm riding that motorcycle."
It could have been a choice like this, but he was sick. When I didn't accompany him? Was my time good in the car? That's not how I think it is.
"Not ah, kasian." I stroked his temple.
"Abang tuh often really talk to me kasian. I'm just beating up, right? I don't complain much." Izza pouted at me.
"Yes his name is to his own wife, never mind." I grabbed him and wiped his body.
"The car window will be opened, let it catch the wind. You look out, let's not feel tight." When Cala gets drunk on a vehicle, dad always makes that choice.
"Yes, that's okay. Instead of calling Zio tell him to come here on a motorbike, it's bad to know he's busy." She smiled sweetly.
"Yes, don't think bad times, it's your own sister-in-law." I got up and led him to walk as well.
"And she wants to be a bride, the day after she spreads the invitation. He can't go anywhere, Bang."
Uh, yes. I forgot about that.
Even if he gets married, he goes to work and college. So, sometimes I forget he'll have a big wish.
I should have followed steps like Zio, like blood checks first and all sorts. Not to thwart marriage, if it is known that our partner is sick. But to prevent early and treat early, to prevent the bad things that are caused after marriage.
But his name was also married in a hurry, boro-boro unthinkable such a thing.
Just as Zio spread the invitation, Izza became sick. He collapsed suddenly, while making breakfast for me.
Mr. Wa was immediately contacted. Who came not only pak wa, Bunga also came and immediately helped Biyung complete the work of Izza.
Izza previously moved as usual, before the incident knew he had uterine fibroids he was often daydreaming. So, I'm not so worried because it's like an old change.
"Bullet ulcers, plus less blood. It's something fatal, Van." Mr. Wa shook his head after checking Izza's condition.
"So how? Was it taken to the hospital? I know it's fatal, I remember you've been ngalamin too." Dad looked worried watching his son-in-law who was not yet conscious.
"She's got her stress cake, keeps getting less sleep. Could've stung this, because it's got less blood." Mr. Wa tidied up his medical equipment.
"What's the exit, Bang?" Dad looked at me for a glance.
"If taken to the hospital, he was afraid not comfortable with the atmosphere there and he added stress. Is there any family problem? Solved that way, just peace. Let him plong that." Mr. wa looked at me.
"No problem, Mr. Wa. Izza had uterine fibroids, two days ago completed an MRI. Maybe he was worried about the results, or his pain thought continued. Even if the doctor says he's okay, the disease isn't malignant. But maybe he keeps thinking, Mr. Wa. Though I have advised every time I want to sleep, it's okay to just calm down. But the thought of him going too far, all the thought I married again not if he could not love children," I said later.
"If his mind was that bad, worse risks could happen to him. Moreover, there is a stomach ulcer, it is fatal if accompanied by less blood like this. Afternoon HB check at Pak wa clinic huh? Hopefully the HB is not low either. If it is low too, Mr. Wa recommends delaying the healing of fibroids first. Wait for him to be ready, wait for him to calm down. Because fibroids are okay, five out of six women will have fibroids. Why the comparison of six? Because not all women in the world have such circumstances, because this is genetic. So it will not be out of time, because one woman who has genetic fibroids, will give birth to several women with genetic fibroids as well. That's it, Bang. Sometimes some do not realize it, until the end of their age. Which is realized, usually where the fibroids interfere with fetal growth or fertility, so it is followed up. Some know he has fibroids, but they are allowed to exist. In all circumstances, one type of fibroid will not be the same growth in a different body. Some are decades, a few millimeters. There is a new range of how many years, has almost touched the kilo number. Who have fibroids, usually there is not only one fibroid, can dozens also with different sizes. If further handling, the state of Izza is no longer possible. Definitely postponed again, delayed again. Because his actions wait for a healthy body and a positive mind. You see, this action is at risk of bleeding. If plus the body is not fit, he's afraid that he's dropping in the operating room." If the explanation of the doctor can be a little soothing like pak wa.
If Izza could manage his mind. If only he could not think of his illness. Certainly, his ulcer will not recur often and he is not lacking blood.
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