Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Processes that make saturated

I want to enjoy the atmosphere outside the room was not able to. Because it's impossible, if my parents take me for a walk using this gurney. It's bad my life right now.

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The days keep changing, right today twenty-five days I'm here. Gradually I began to see the development of the nerves in my body. From now on I have been able to speak even though it has not been smooth, my hands have moved and my head has been able to turn to the right and to the left.

Today, the doctor checked me out again. I can interact. I was able to hold something in my hand even though it wasn't tight, I was able to answer some of the questions the doctor asked me.

"Alhamdulillah, Keyla has developed a lot. Try to shift to the right and to the left, remember not to be too pushy" said the doctor.

"Okay, Doc" I replied.

When the examination was over, the doctor left the room. I'm getting used to my situation, I'm also used to resigned if there are creatures that deliberately disturb me.

My mom and dad were sitting on the floor mattress they used to be here. They bought some equipment to support their needs while they were here. I want to return home immediately, so that my parents no longer spend a lot of money for our needs while here.

I looked up at the fan in this room. Esther sat down, swinging her legs in turn. He smiled at me.

"Keyla, spirit," he said, raising one hand.

I waved my hand at Esther, for her to come closer to me. He was as fast as lightning bolted towards me, at this moment he was already sitting beside me.

"What, Key?" ask Esther.

"Road man" I replied.

I spoke to Esther, and my mom and dad responded. They stand at the same time.

"Yes, Deck" said Mother.

I smiled at the two of them.

"I want to learn to sit, Mom," I replied.

After hearing my words, my father rushed to help me sit down. Right now, I can't wake up on my own so I have to be helped. If sitting is the same, my body should be supported with their hands.

It's really bad my life right now.

"Dad, I'm down. Go for a walk, "I said.

"Don't learn one-on-one yeah" replied Dad.

"I beg you, Dad. I can, but hold it," I pleaded.

Father without answering tried to lift my body to go down, before my father lowered my legs, he again asked my seriousness.

"Where, Deck? Seriously want to walk now? Can't cry with the results," said Dad.

I just nodded, convinced myself that I could. My father took my feet off his trunk. When I tried to stand up, what happened?

My legs drooped, as if there were no bones in them. My hand held the iron on the edge of the bed firmly, I kept trying, while my body was on a handle using both of my father's hands.. But the truth is that my efforts have not yielded any results, my tears falling on my cheeks.

"Come, feet! Don't suck, you can" I said as I sobbed.

Mom approached me, she stroked my head gently.

"Dec, don't be forced. Maybe not the time, tomorrow you can," said the mother as she shed her tears.

"I can, Mom. Feet come!" I said a little with a high tone.

"I'm paralyzed, Mom. I can't walk" I said.

With a feeling of emotion, I flailed my feet. I'm disappointed in my efforts, I'm disappointed in my legs at the moment. Tears are pouring down my cheeks.

Mother spontaneously stopped my actions, the father who supported me increasingly tightly embraced me.

"Dec, everything needs a process. Don't hurt yourself, you're sick when you can't do anything to yourself" Dad said, trying to calm me down.

I still sob in my tears.

"What is the use of my feet, if I am unable to walk. How much longer it takes, I'm tired Well, I'm tired of the hicks!" I keep on high notes.

Mom hugged me back, she kissed my face.

"Dedek, in this world there is nothing in vain if you keep trying. In your heart you must be sure, you can be healed" said the mother.

"Everything needs a process, Deck. You are a great boy, you cannot despair. Father and mother are always there for you, you have to be sure" he said.

I was silent, even though I still shed tears. Father laid my body back, the feeling of sadness, the current emotions became one.

Without me noticing, I tilted my body to the right while hugging the bolster that was near me. Esther, who was beside me, tried to tell me.

"What if God loves you so much?" esther.

But I did not respond even though I heard, the disappointment was too deep that I did not want to talk to anyone.

"You must have said believe, right?" esther said again.

I'm responding to Esther again.

"Look Deh, what can you do today? You can tilt your own body" Esther added.

I who heard it instantly saw my sleeping position. I can't believe this is happening so fast.

"Mom, Dad. I can sleep facing the side" I said happily.

They both returned my words with smiles and nods.

"Alhamdulillah, O Allah," I said.

"Sir, slowly you must recover. No one can escape if God wills. So you must now believe God's will is best for us" said the mother.

I was silent, indeed sometimes when my heart was sad, disappointed, angry I must have accidentally rebuked the power of the Creator. Even with speech spele but it is very sinful, saying if God is unjust, not loving, does not understand, it should not be appropriate to say to the Creator.

I must remember that Allah is All-Mighty. If I, as a human being, still thought that God did not love me, I would not live until now. If God is unjust, maybe I don't have very good parents with me, if God doesn't understand, maybe there's no learning I've learned from this disaster.

"Daddy, why shut up?" ask mother.

"I sinned, Mom. Maybe in my heart I'm not fully grateful to God, I'm sorry, Mom," I said in tears.

"Please ask Allah for forgiveness, the Most Merciful and the Most Forgiving. If your heart speaks sincerely, it will surely be heard" mother's advice.

I raised my hand, I asked my mother to hold me because all this time my father and mother always reminded me, if I was negligent for all the favors given.

I accidentally stared at the ceiling of this room. I saw Esther floating and she was crying.

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