The Father Boy
ALA134S. Bloody smile
"Sir Chandra, please come with Dr. Fardan first." A nurse came from outside and approached me.
"Good, Sus." I followed the nurse. "Where's Doctor Fardan's room?" tanyaku later.
"Let me show you, sir." The nurse led me to the elevator.
When I got to the front door, I was welcome to come in and the nurse left. He didn't come in with me, into a room that didn't have any nametag.
"Excuse me." I pushed the room.
"Here come in, Bang." There is also a pakwa inside.
"Ruler…." I walked in and closed the door to the room again.
"Please sit down." There was also a doctor Fardan.
"Drink, Bang." Pakwa gave me a glass of bottled mineral water.
"Yes, Pakwa." I saw some glasses of mineral water had been empty.
Maybe they are so tired, to gulp so much drinking water.
"Don't be surprised, huh? Pakwa never said, if this submucosal fibroid grows from outside the uterus to penetrate into the tissues in the uterus. Well, what's the picture of a broken boil cake? Can the basin get to the inside right? Izza, not in anymore. But it had penetrated inward, so once the fibroid was removed the uterus became hollow. We immediately try to do as much as possible, because that second also Izza immediately experienced bleeding. Now that the bleeding has been attempted to stop, the donor begins to do. So again waiting for the results of how Izza's condition after recovering. If there is no result, we will do further surgery to outsmart the hollow uterus. Because even though it has been sewn, it has been in the glue of all sorts, but there is full of small veins that channel blood. Patience huh? Wait for the results, we're trying."
My knees immediately limp at the pakwa's explanation. Why is Izza's condition up to the fatal? Suppose Izza can be treated early. He probably doesn't have such severe fibroids now.
"For the total weight of the fibroids, touch the figure of two and a half kilos. Can be taken home to be buried alone, then just ask the nurse, just ask" added Dr. Fardan.
Aye?
"Cock till it's that heavy, Doc?" many quick.
"Yes because it is not only one location, it is also quite large in size. Moreover, until that makes the womb so like that hole.".
Astarghfirullah's.
Which means, l***** is big enough in Izza's womb? Quickly, Izza immediately experienced heavy bleeding.
"How will it go, Pakwa? Can he heal again? Can he survive?" My voice is already shaking badly.
Oh, my God, Izza. How fate?
"We do'ain together, we try and you help do'a."
Why would you respond like this? As if he was unsure, he did not know how it ended.
Do I deserve to blame him too? Meanwhile, he endeavored and fought for Izza as well.
"According to Pakwa, what percentage is the success rate?" I asked slowly, because I was afraid I wasn't ready to hear his presentation.
Fifty percent chance Izza's cured? Fifty percent as well, the chances of Izza not being able to be saved? Am I supposed to be happy to hear that, because there's still hope Izza lives?
"Ruler…." I fell down and flooded with tears.
Who understands my sadness? Should I be willing to give up on this news? What can I do to change this? I also want to hear, if Izza's live presentation is seventy percent and the probability of failure is only thirty percent. But in fact, Izza was already in a state between life and death.
I felt a pat on my shoulder, I was sure that only the person closest to me could do it. My tears were silent, but my tears flowed without knowing my pride.
Sounding like a fire extinguisher simulation alarm, these two doctors ran away quickly and left their phones lying in this room. I paused for a moment, then looked at the table of the doctor who had a nametag that read Dr. Fardan Saladin, SpOG. This is Doctor Fardan's room.
My phone shook, I picked up the phone immediately. From Kaf it turns out, maybe he was looking for my whereabouts.
"Call…." I received that phone call.
"Quick to the ICU room, Bang. Brother Izza collapsed."
I don't care if my phone is still on call or not, I don't care about my tears flowing, I don't care about the many pairs of eyes that look at me in wonder. I ran fast, even choosing the emergency stairs when the elevator did not open.
Father and Kaf stood restlessly at the door of the ICU. I don't know if it's allowed or not, but I barged in without caring if I had to wear sterile clothes first.
His blood flooded his vault, but he smiled as several questions were asked by the nurse. That big smile, that fucking smile! I now know the meaning of that big, sincere smile, I was hurt to see him put on a smile as he looked at me. Apparently he was happy, seeing me so screwed up like this.
Maybe she felt so happy, seeing her husband who always wanted her to be as she wanted to be was worse and so hysterical to see her condition was so bad. The sound of the medical machine, traumatized me to come to the hospital again.
Some injections and tools are like large photocopies, with two iron-like objects connected when Izza's view begins to rise to the top. My cry was gone, the last time I cried this hard when I fell from a second grade SD guava tree. Then, shamelessly at the age of twenty-two I roared like a child in pain from falling from a guava tree until two of my teeth were broken.
His chest was pulled upwards, as the tool was affixed to his chest. The doctor gave orders to the nurse and some medical personnel who were nearby, they worked hand in hand to give an action that was able to attract Izza to return.
His hand moved back, he released a hose attached to his nose. He talked to people nearby, with me walking closer to hear what he was saying.
His eyes turned upwards, only white was visible. Then his eyeballs came back, with him biting his lips so strongly. Fresh blood came out from her lips instantly, then Izza smiled at me with blood flowing down her lip line.
He has been tormented with me all this time. He gave me his sick smile, because I couldn't be the least bit happy.
His eyes glanced up again, with the sound of his breathing so deep. Then, his body suddenly weakened and suffocated.
The sound of a long machine, following the release of his last breath. Dr. Fardan and the nurses were shaking their heads, with the men directly hitting the walls of this room until they felt a slight vibration in the window.
Izza was really tired of me, by my nature, by my demands, by my wishes, by my expectations and by my dreams being too high. I am a painful figure for him, for his heart and for his physique.
I failed to be a man both for him and for his future. The Power is more willing to take Izza, than Izza should accompany this selfish man in the future.
I'm ruining what the Power has left me.
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