Am I Different?
(S2) ~ From Zero again

Mom got up from where she was prostrating, then walked over to me. He smiled, but shed his tears. Whether it's sad or happy I can't tell the difference.

Because as long as I'm here, mom and dad always strengthen me with their smiles. I can't tell the difference anymore.

"Alhamdulillah, Deck. In a moment the neurologist who handles you will come, hopefully there is a significant development of your body" said the mother.

I tried to make a sound again, but because of so much energy that I had put out, I was currently feeling tired. It seems that mother understands my heart.

"Dedek, what do you want to say? Don't force it, son. The important thing is that there is progress, save your strength," said the mother.

I nodded, obeying my mother's will. The door of the room opened, and the doctors and nurses approached.

"Hello, pretty afternoon" said the doctor.

I just threw my smile.

"How, Ma? Any developments from the Keyla Deck?" ask Doctor.

"Yes, Doc. Thank God, Keyla had said two words, Father the same mother," said the mother told.

"Oh, yes. At the guidance slowly, later God will recover, but not too forced," said the doctor.

Mom stroked my head, then turned her smile towards me.

"All right, Doc." Answer mother.

"Keyla, that spirit again, yeah. From within your heart you must be sure that you will be healed" added the doctor.

I returned the doctor with a smile. The doctor whispered to the nurse, then walked out. The nurse was still checking my infusion.

"The patient is now able to move to the treatment room, Mother can pack while other nurses come to petrify," said the nurse.

"Well, like I'm waiting for my husband, how?" ask mother.

"Can, Mom. Then I stay first, then when I'm ready to call me" replied the nurse.

The nurse also walked out. Right now it's just me and my mom here. I closed my eyes again, with the rubbing of my mother's hand on my head making me quickly dissolve in my dreams.

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Not knowing how long I slept, I felt a shock in the bed I was in. With a feeling of laziness, I slowly opened my eyes. I saw some nurses and mom pushing this gurney.

After that, I was brought into a large room. I stared right and left, circling this room with my range of vision.

as my eyes glanced to the right side, Esther stood there.

"Hallo, Key." Esther.

"Hi, Esteh," I said, remaining in my heart.

The beautiful ghost smiled sweetly. His manners were coquettish, not seeming at all spooky behavior. My place was finished being prepared, now my father and mother can freely wait for me.

"It's ready, Mom. I stay, if I need anything, just push the bell button there" said the nurse as she showed the bell button stuck on the wall.

"Well, thank you for helping" said the mother, bowing her head in a sign of respect.

The nurse again breezed towards the door, along with the nurse when he opened the door, looking father carrying our bag of needs while here.

I walked over, with a tired face. Likewise with my mother, my weary eyes were on her face.

"B-mom." Call me.

The mother who had cleaned up the luggage, stood up when I called.

"Yes, Deck. What do you want? ask mother.

"Dinar two days ago came here. He said there were additional tutoring at the school, so he could not visit again" replied the mother.

I want to get well soon so I can go to school as usual. I'm afraid I can't go back to what I used to be. For the umpteenth time, tears dripped from my eyes.

"Kok cry?" ask dad.

He was waiting for my answer or for my signal.

"Dedek, don't be sad. You must be healed, later you can pursue the ideals of Dedek to become a doctor," added the father.

Remaining teary-eyed, I threw my smile at my parents. They are sure, this proud child can heal as before.

"Sir, Dad's out of his workplace wanting to accompany you for now." Mom tells.

I who heard my mother's words, I wanted to ask. Wh why?

I looked at Dad sharply, I wanted to ask him the reason for dad clearly. But again my current limitations are hindering it.

"Daddy quit his job to move into Grandma's company. So for a while until you're completely healed, I'll keep you company" he said.

There is a feeling of pleasure when you talk like that, but there is also a sense of sadness. Seen behind the father's words, there is something hidden. And I don't know when I'm going to make a full recovery, there's no way Dad's out of his job when he's spending a lot of money on my current treatment.

"A-a-a-yah." Call me.

My father smiled at me.

"Yes, Deck" replied the father.

Father and mother seemed to be waiting for me to speak, but what a single word of power it made me feel exhausted. I look like a baby, who can only say two words.

I'm afraid it's getting more burdensome on my parents. I feel like a useless child, always a hassle. The feeling of sadness and downness again attacked my heart.

I kept trying to move my body, from head to toe. If my voice doesn't want to try to be too pushy, I'm afraid my vocal cords are disturbed. Whether it's effective or not I don't really understand, but for the voice I don't want to force.

The father who is currently near me may see my efforts. He stroked my head gently again.

"Sir, don't be too forced. Everything needs a process, baby, one by one first" said the father.

I'm confused why you know. My attempt was not fruitful at all, to shift a milliard I could not afford. I just stayed in place, but the sweat was pouring out.

"Dedek, you may be confused, why would you know?" say Father.

I smiled at him so he could know my question.

"Dedek's face looks red" Dad said as he touched the tip of my nose.

Dad smiled again, but my eyes and tired-looking face could not be lied to. Feeling guilty and feeling a burden so heavy for them.

They tried to hide their sadness behind a smile, which was solely to strengthen my fragile soul at this moment.

"Dedek, the proud son of Father and Mother. No matter what your circumstances, you're still the greatest kid so never be sad, Dek" said the father.

I looked into my father's eyes that looked sparkling, tears that welled up can't lie.

"We don't want to lose you, son," she said.

Mother's sad feeling was clearly visible, when tears fell on her cheeks. They are the greatest people in life, not knowing what their psychological condition really is.

Maybe feeling tired, sad, stressed with other problems they try to cover up, for the sake of a useless child like me.

I tried to close my eyes, I didn't want to add to their grief by seeing me shed tears.

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