Always Gonna Be You
38. Deal With The Pain

"ARCHY?!?"

He shouted in panic because Arung was not in all the corners he came.

"SUKO MBA?!"

Fuck he really has become the most useless human being to the point of having to call a middle-aged woman to help him.

"ARCHY?!?"

With a huff he again circulated his gaze around the backyard. But what is seen is a row of Japanese bamboo plants whose leaves rustle because they are blown by the wind. Also the wave of bougainvillea flowers and shoe flowers that are blooming are also exposed to the breeze.

There was no sign, no trace, and there was only one exit.

He also directed the wheelchair to the side yard of the house, which penetrated into the garage.

"ARCHY?!"

He came back screaming. And breathe a sigh of relief to see the garage door shut tight. Thankfully, his bad thoughts did not come true. The assumption is organized and well organized never forget to close the garage door. Thank you dear.

Honestly, he had been frightened to imagine Arung crawling towards the garage whose door was open, then went out to the front yard without a fence. Worst thing ever's. Although the house is located in an exclusive cluster, but the vehicle belongs to residents and Ojol often pass by. He will not be able to guess the possibility of what will happen if Arung can get to the front page. Worst nightmare's.

"yeah! Pshaw! Pshaw!"

His ears caught the sound of Arung.

"Bababababaab...."

The sound of Arung is becoming clearer. But where?

He put his electric wheelchair around the garage. But the results remain nil. The direction is not visible anywhere.

"Bababababaab....."

"Groong?" he sharpened his ears.

Sir! Sir! Sir!

Followed by a sound like a small hand hitting an object.

A DUG!

Now it turns into the sound of body parts stamped on an object that seems quite loud.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, a few seconds later the voice he was waiting for the most.

"Huakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhk!!!"

The crying of Arung broke. Not wrong again, exactly as he expected, Arung is now under the undercarriage of a car. It seems to be trying to take the ball that rolls into the undercarriage.

He had to gulp before bending his back to look at Arung who kept crying.

"Huakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhk!!!"

Goddamn bum! He cusses in his heart when work that was usually very easy to do now feels so difficult and painful. His fucking back was even immediately stricken with tremendous pain when he just bent a little.

"Huakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhk!!!"

The sound of Arung's crying became more and more. May begin to feel afraid of being under the narrow and dark. Just like him decades ago. When he was 6 years old, just coming home from playing ball on the field near home, when he arrived in the living room, had to see the scene that became the forerunner of how much he - ever - hated Papa.

Fear led him to hide under the dining table. Seconds by second passed so slowly. Until his ears turned red listening to the quarrel between Mama and Papa. Making his body shiver in fear hoping someone reached out and then said, "Come, here, no papa, everything's fine."

But what he hoped never happened. Papa left while slamming the door in half. Then Mama with puffy eyes from crying squat under the table trying to smile, "Rendra? Here baby."

Yeah, that's what he's gonna do now.

"Huakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhak." Arung continued to scream.

He began to direct the wheelchair towards the side of the car which he thought was closest to the position where Arung's body was. Then control the regulating lever to be neutral. After making sure the wheelchair is still motionless, he uses his right hand to rest on the body of the car, while the left hand holds the tire of the car, then his head begins to look under the side, looking around for Arung's whereabouts, "Baby Arung?"

"Huakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakhakshak...."

"Groong?" call again. However, arrrghhh, a half-bending position like this made his spine interested all of a sudden. It causes pain mixed with extraordinary pain. His back was even suddenly stung by heat that spread to the arms.

"Papi son, this is my dear Arung," he is still trying to hold his weight with great difficulty.

"Let's get a smart kid to crawl in here, baby?" he tried to attract the attention of Arung through the right hand that hit the body of the car. "Here baby....."

Finally Arung stopped his crying and now his head began to turn to the right and to the left, trying to find the direction of the sound.

"Smart kid!" he smiled happily. While enduring the biting pain, he again said, "Bapi over here baby.

Slowly Arung's head began to move towards him.

"Yes!" he almost screamed with excitement. "Here dear...ayo...crawl a little here....."

"Dadadadadada.....," Arung as if asking him if he could?

"Can! Arung can definitely! Here dear." he began to extend his left hand down under the collar, signalling to Arung.

"Nanananananananan...," resting on the chest and knees, and using the elbows to drive, Arung slowly began to move toward him.

"Yes! I see! This is the new child Pap...," suddenly his right palm that rests on the body of the car feels slippery because of sweating. And without realizing it suddenly his hands have slid down, never reaching anything as a handle, until finally ended by kissing the floor.

BAM!

Without mercy his entire body hit the floor to cause a loud thumping sound. Make the wheelchair push back away from him. Leave pain and pain all over the body. Including his legs that suddenly felt cramping like they had sprained.

Her leg?!?

Reflex he massaged the thighs with the right hand. It also feels pain.

"Tatathathatata....."

While he was still thinking about the shocking and exhilarating thing about the cramps in his legs, a plump wet hand had tugged at his hair.

"Tatathathatata....."

He who is still in the face down position began to lift his head, seen in front of him Arung was laughing widely showing 5 tiny serin teeth.

He suddenly smiled with eyes that began to heat up, "Good boy," he whispered in a choked voice.

"Dadadadadadada.," now Arung began to hold his cheeks, nose, and mouth with his plump hands.

Utah Arung managed to make her smile wider, but mixed crying, "Yes dear.we can do it...we can do it....."

Unexpectedly Arung brought his face closer, then cup, kissed his eyes with wet lips because the rest of the snot mixed with saliva was crying earlier. Makes it sobbing. How could such a small child have such incredible sensitivity.

The cup! The cup! The cup!

Now Arung even kissed her many times in the eyes, cheeks, and nose. Making his face turn into a reservoir of snot mixed saliva, sticky. But he laughed again while crying.

Anggi really educates Arung with affection, so that this little child can reflect the feeling very well, his mind is happy. Making his heart even more filled with an immeasurable outpouring of happiness.

Arung began to crawl out from inside the undercarriage, passing through her who was still teary-eyed.

"Papipapipapi..," Arung sat right beside his head. Hit the tires of the car with his tiny hands. Then started to lift the buttocks, a second later Arung had managed to stand while holding on to the car tire.

"Papipapipapi..," Arung laughed at him as he continued to chatter.

"Roomar....Hakakhak..," Arung chuckled to himself while his hands banging on the body of the car.

He began to shrink tears using the back of his hand, "So you mean it's Papi's turn now, is it?" ask her while laughing.

"Roomar....Hakakhak..," Arung again chuckled.

"You're nantangin Papi huh?" gerutu between happy to mix sebal. A child this small can already nantangin his own father. Bener-beneficial.

"Hakhakhakhakhak...," Arung was getting more and more broken while bending his knees to look like people were dancing.

Slowly he began to rise. Use both elbows to support the weight of the body. Then with great care tried to lift his own body which felt very heavy.

The pain. Pain. Grumpily. Even the heat began to burn his entire body especially on the arms, back, and legs.

Aarrggghh!

After struggling to lift the weight of the body until sweat poured, he finally managed to sit on the garage floor while slipping both legs. His breathing was stifling while his heart was pounding.

"Babababababab..," Arung suddenly released the handrails on the tires of the car and then stepped stiffly towards it.

One step, two steps, ti..., suddenly Arung flopped into his arms.

"Nanananananananan..," said Arung with his hands hitting his back.

"No no no," he chuckled softly. "The fire can't carry you while standing, baby."

"Tatatatatatatatata..," Arung still hugged him while banging his back.

"We have to use a wheelchair. Papi is not yet able to stand on his own," he whispered bitterly as he reached for a wheelchair.

With a slow and careful movement as possible, while holding Arung, he began to try to sit on a wheelchair.

Finally, after a long and exhausting process, he managed to sit on a wheelchair while holding Arung.

"Well the fucking hell done!" pekiknya happy not a bitch.

But he suddenly remembered something, "Well done Arung! Well done."

"Well you just didn't hear anything" he whispered towards Arung who was looking at him in amazement.

"Don't tell Mami that Papi just cursed, okay?" he continued, bringing the two of them closer together.

"Hakhakhakhakhak..," Arung.

"Okey, deal, we're friend," he always kissed the plump cheeks of Arung who was a little wet because of the former snot and saliva.

"Give it....."

He who was just about to take out a wheelchair was surprised to hear the voice of Mba Suko's relief.

"Here to apparently Papi same handsome brother?"

He smiles.

"Here.sini..along with Mba Suko....Papi wants...."

"No papa Mba," cut it fast. "Let me be the same."

"Lho, but Mas Rendra doesn't want to rest?"

He shook his head, "No. Arung let me play with me first. Mba Suko can do something else."

"Oh, yo wis then," Mba Suko nodded. "I don't cook pure for Abang ngganteng first Mas Rendra."

He nodded.

As soon as Mba Suko left the garage, she followed by pushing her wheelchair out of the garage. Pass through the side yard, backyard, then enter through the middle room.

Arung whose body feels heavier than the last time he carried it is now busy flailing Simon Sinek's book to the arm of the chair.

"Tatatatatatatatata..," Arung began trying to open the book with irregular hand movements.

"Do you really need a new book, baby?" she laughed as she pointed the wheelchair at the guest room.

"Dadadadadada...," Arung managed to open page by page of the book at random.

He grabbed the phone on the nightstand, then dialed the number 2, Rakai.

The nut! The nut! The nut! The nut!

Tried three times, but remained unappointed. All it sounds is a shitty dial.

"Suck!" meaning annoyed. Where are the people. According to his knowledge, today there are no important meeting schedules and the like.

He also called ManjoMaju. And according to information from Mba Sari, so early Rakai has not come to the office, maybe still on the road to the office, or maybe also directly to the project site.

"Okay," he talked to himself. "We can do it Arung?" ask him on Arung who is now biting the book.

The pain that had attacked his legs when he fell, like a ray of hope that he had even forgotten and deliberately threw away. Makes him curious to find out the meaning of the pain that until now still feels even though drowning arises. For almost three months since the last surgery, he could not feel anything from the area around the thigh to the lower leg. Numbness. So, if now his legs start to feel pain as they should, isn't this a good sign?

He began to open his consulting book, looking for time to practice dr. Hadrian and dr. Umar, the two doctors who are currently handling it.

His eyes were round to see the schedule of the practice of the specialists. It says that if dr. Hadrian practices today and the day after tomorrow at 07.00-09.00.

Now hours.07.52.

There is still time, the mind is fast. He also entrusted Arung to Mba Suko.

"Mas Rendra went ndakunggu Mas Rakai or Amin used to?" mba Suko's face was clearly overwhelmed with concern when she said she would go online.

"No, the hunt's out of practice hours."

"Or I called Mba Anggi first to give ta..."

"No, no" cut it fast. "I'll just be a minute."

"But Mas Ren...."

He did not have time to respond to the sentence Mba Suko because the online taxi order has been docked on the home page.

"Mas Rendra?"

"Yes" he nodded.

With a slow and careful movement he tried to enter the car. But several times had to stop the movement of goods for a moment because of the attack of pain, but he certainly should not linger because time continues to run, finally he forced himself.

"Let me help Mas" the Taxi driver offered to help him see the hassles.

"No need!" stiff tepis. "Please put my wheelchair in the trunk."

Online Taxi Driver nodded his understanding sign. After everything was done, the car drove straight to the hospital.

"Call yes, I'm chasing after the doctor" he asked expectantly.

But the profit cannot be achieved, the poor cannot be denied. Once in the hospital lobby at 08:40, the registration counter was closed.

"I'm a patient of Hadrian's doctor" he told officers at the registration counter.

"Sorry, it's closed."

"I just want to see you for a minute."

The officer nodded, "I'm sorry I can't. Because at 9:30, Hadrian's doctor has a scheduled surgery."

He breathed a heavy breath. "Okay, thanks."

"Sama-sama Mas," the attendant at the registration counter smiled sweetly - which was a little exaggerated - towards him. Makes his eyes spontaneously squint. Because he felt, for a very long time no woman had dared to blatantly flirting with him since he became a helpless man in a wheelchair. All eyes were always looking at him with a look of compassion. The thing he hated the most.

And a hospital registration counter made of glass managed to reflect the image of himself intact. A skinny man with long hair was sitting in a wheelchair.

No. gabe.

It can't be this way. It's definitely not him. He has to stop all this. He has to move.

"Mba, what floor is Hadrian's doctor's office?" ask again to the officer at the registration counter.

"Two," the officer replied quickly, but was immediately corrected. "But I can't go there. The hours of practice are over."

"OK," he answered while pointing a wheelchair at the elevator that happened to be open.

"Mas....Mas...," call the officer again.

But he just waved his hand and rushed into the elevator.

Now he is proving for himself the definition of effort will not betray results. When without any expectations managed to lobby nurses who served in the practice room dr. Hadrian.

"Five minutes Sus," he persuaded. "Call remember me, right?"

The nurse nodded, "Mas Rendra right? The one that used to be treated in the Sadewa pavilion?"

"Yep," he gave a happy thumbs up.

"I'll confirm to Dr. Hadrian first."

While he was still waiting with anxious expectation, it was precisely Hadrian's own doctor who came out to greet him.

"Rendra's? I'm just waiting to come now."

They then shake hands.

"Waiting Doc?" tanyanya's confused.

"Yes. Our target is not six weeks of recovery? How many weeks have you tried?"

"Sunday is definitely Doc" he replied with a bitter laugh.

"Come on, I still have ten minutes."

He also took up a wheelchair following dr. Hadrian went into the check room.

"There's complaints?" ask dr. Hadrian as soon as they've been inside the check room.

He also explained the chronology when falling and the pain in the legs that follow.

"This is what I'm waiting for" dr. Hadrian smiled happily. "It's time."

From the physical examination it can be concluded he has 80% recovered.

"Did Rajin see Umar's doctor?"

He certainly never missed following the physiotherapy schedule.

"good. A numb foot after surgery is normal. Usually four to six weeks, gradually begin to reappear pain, pain, pain, heat."

"Of course, with a record of regularly taking prescribed medicines and recommended foods. Also physiotherapy."

"For your case this includes being late. Ideally from two weeks ago it can be separated from the wheelchair."

"Can Doc's road?!?" his voice sounded so excited.

"Everything has to be gradual. Apart from wheelchairs, we use underarm crutches first to prevent muscle shrink and stiff joints."

"About one to two weeks. Then switch to forearm. After that it can only be 100%."

The words spoken by dr. Hadrian was like an oasis in the desert of despair that he was now hobbling through.

"You if you don't see me next week, wow, it's too late. Later even add more treatment. Fortunately, now we are here. Why not yesterday? Hopeless?"

He grimaced in shame. "Yesterday is still numb Doc. So I thought...."

"Yes, it's different for each case. But I'm glad you're here now."

Dr. Hadrian recommended that he immediately take a series of X-rays, CT scans and MRIs to further confirm the condition of his spine.

"Later give this note to the lab officer," said dr. Hadrian handed him a piece of paper. "Let the result be directly forwarded to me. The next step can be by phone."

"Thank you very much, Doc."

"Today you can also exercise using underarm. Choose the most comfortable when wearing."

"But not forced. If there are different complaints, such as extreme pain or other, should stop first."

"We're step by step."

"Slow but sure" dr. Hadrian. They finally laughed both.

"Continue following the physiotherapeutic program. That will help the healing process a lot."

"Thank you very much, Doc. It's..very...remarkable."

***

Rakai

He just finished controlling the workers in the field, which made his head suddenly dizzy so much trouble. The stage of work that is far from the target and can not meet the initial estimate, subconies that are missing, late payment term, friction in the field, rogue raw material suppliers.

Huh! Almost two months of not communicating directly with Rendra really made him feel the hell of the world. Earlier this morning he even realized that his hair had been decorated with some gray hair. Goddamnit!

Fuck the boy. Behind the infuriating style displayed, Rendra actually had a cold hand in managing the business. Midas hands instead, because every thing he touched always made some money.

And after so long they managed ManjoMaju together, the more here he felt he could not be as level as Rendra.

From leadership style, how to communicate effectively, lobby ability, how to solve problems. Rendra was really born just to be an accomplished businessman. Undoubtedly.

So you want to turn the steering wheel into a lecturer? Her lips in heart. But his sneer turned into a pain, when he was about to take the wheel, for a moment took the phone that had been accidentally left in the car, found 3 missed calls from Rendra.

"Ah well, napa again tuh boy," his grunts were resentful, and chose to ignore him. Definition of hate but miss, need not.

From the project site he slid into the office, because at 2 pm there was an appointment with a new subcon candidate. Surprised to find the children in the office partying for pizza.

"Well, who's the birthday?" the question was astonished to see dozens of jumbo-sized pizza boxes piled up in the meeting room. Very royal.

"There is no bang" replied the children of Sumringah. Yes, I just got a food injection.

"Who's the pizza from?" he took one slice of super supreme cheezy bits and directly devoured it. Seems hungry too.

"The boss."

The boss?

With long steps he climbed three steps at once and poured into the leadership room.

Yeah, exactly as expected. Rendra was sitting in his chair while reading the report.

"More?" ask her with a frown. "Can't you get here?!"

"Why? Can't you?" Rendra sneered.

It's still wrinkling. His eyes wandered all over the room, but did not get what he was looking for.

"Who is this?" stupid tanya.

"Himself. Who is the same? Suko MBA?" gerutu Rendra sebal's.

He sat himself on the sofa. Still don't understand what's going on.

"This is the Andri messed up gini the hell of his work," grumbled Rendra again while lifting a sheet of progress report.

"Lu press him dong, if it can not be estimated, immediately cut as written on PKS."

"We will not lose. There are still many subconies that are crooked."

"Jam two later the cave will meet with the candidate for the replacement of Andri cs," he said quickly.

"Good! Don't want to be dictated, later we are pressed by the same people PU."

"This is what?!" Rendra lifted a piece of paper.

"Oh!" Rendra let out a annoyed breath. "So fucked up all this anyway?!!"

He looked at Rendra in disbelief, "Lu really Rendra right?"

Making Rendra glare with rage.

"Kok suddenly turned this way?" he's still confused.

"Change this how?!" rendra's voice sounded increasingly riled up.

"So Rendra who has known the cave all this time," he replied quickly.

"Because Rendra's at home, who's in a wheelchair. Not knowing at all," he continued, frowning.

"Ah, fuck you!" maki Rendra's. "Will we talk about it?!"

He laughed discordantly. "So you called the cave because you're going to the office?" tanyanya.

"Gua wants to get anther to the Mall."

"Well?"

"Buy clothes. The cave is now skinny like this, all the clothes look so sleazy."

He again nodded inexplicably.

"Just get a haircut" continued Rendra again. "Nih, ruffled gini. Make it sultry."

"Sore, sori nih Ren.., no hurt feeling ye."

"Why?"

"Lu here on what? What do you mean wear it?" he turned his face throughout the room. "Where's your wheelchair?"

Rendra laughed wryly, "The wheelchair so yesteryear."

He increasingly does not understand, "Lu.....have you been able to walk?!?"

"The cave is now wearing this" said Rendra while reaching for crutches stored behind the chair. "A dickhead really goes up the stairs like a mountain. Oh, my goodness."

His eyes suddenly sparkled, "Seriously you?!"

But Rendra did not respond, preferring to discuss something else. "Meeting what time? Don't dong for long. In addition to the cave Mall also want to go to..," Rendra mentioned the names of the places he wanted to target.

"The initial edition still has to be set," continued Rendra again. "Lu want to, right? Or looking to die?"

They then laughed together.

***

Orchids

Today there is no scheduled lecture, so he just got out of the room at 18:19. After completing two rejected and troubled RTGS. Before returning home, he had seen Erra and Rinda still calculate the difference less.

"I go first, yes" she said to everyone.

"Bumil be careful on the road."

"Bah Anggi."

He just finished thanking Mr. Atmo, the office security who opened the exit door for him. When his eyes caught a familiar shadow.

He had to squint his eyes because of a fairly dim condition. Slowly but surely, the shadow began to teeter toward him.

"Just come home pretty?" greet the person while smiling sideways.

Instantly managed to make his eyes heat up. A second later his tears began to run down the river, unstoppable.

That person had now stood less than two meters in front of him. Wear jeans, navy polo shirts, with two support sticks tucked away in each armpit. His right hand held a bunch of very pretty red roses, while his left hand held a small red ribbon box that he was very familiar with.

"Belgian Chocolate?" he said on the sobs.

The guy nodded. "Chocolate can make hepi. Makes the mood better...."

Without waiting for the sentence to finish, he immediately burst into the arms. Makes the balance of the person waver because of the less strong crutches.

"Abang...," he whispered, sobbing, among the overflow of gratitude, amazement, and happiness.

***

Remarks :

Underarm.: type of crutch where the support is placed under the armpit

Forearm.: crutches with cuffs encircling the arms and accompanied by the holder

PKS.: cooperation agreement