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strokes

At the hospital, the doctor began to examine her.

"Mom's blood pressure is quite high and her blood sugar goes up. Mother had a mild stroke. I also have a history of heart disease."

"I suggest the mother's health should be completely controlled. Because it can be a complication." Obviously doctor.

"Then how do doc... Gotta treat?" Ask Isma's father.

"It can be outpatient sir, but it must be routine control. I give you medicine first. It's been a week now to get back in control." Answer doctor.

Then Dad and Fikri bring mom back home.

Isma is still waiting for news at home. Not long after her father and husband returned.

Father and Fikri carried her mother and brought her into the house.

"Where Sir.... How's the doctor say...??"

"This boy, your blood pressure and blood sugar are very high. It's likely that you've had a mild stroke, and you should control it regularly." Answer father.

"Astaghfirullah's....." Isma stroked his chest.

"Your patient mother... Mom must be healed. I can walk again. I have to be excited." Said Isma while stroking the mother's feet.

Every day Isma always sees the condition of her mother.

The next day Isma saw her mother was trying to shift her body. Isma approached him. And trying to help her mother. But she refused Isma's help.

"Don't kid, you can be alone. I'm heavy, son, pity your womb you're afraid of why." Say mother.

"You take a knife in the kitchen, son, we eat pears." Tell mom.

Then Isma went into the kitchen, took a plate and a knife.

He peeled the pear, and cut it into pieces.

" It's Ma'am.... It's peeled and cut into pieces, Isma readyin."

"No, I can do it myself, son. Let's eat the fruit together." Bring mom.

"Let's eat son." take mom.

"That's for mom..." Answer Isma.

"Come son... If you're pregnant, you're gonna have to try." Take mom again.

"No, that's for me."

I really like pear.

Isma looked at her mother at the time.

Her heart was sad, a strong woman who was always there for her. Now having a stroke.

"Son... If later your four-monthly pregnancy event, mother will still come to your home... Although I have to suck, because I can't walk." Say mother.

Hearing those words, without Isma noticing she shed tears. What an amazing mother.

Isma replied to mom with a smile, with teary eyes.

Three days later was the four-month review of Isma's pregnancy. She hopes her mother is truly present.

It looks like his father and brother are holding his mother. Then my mother was brought inside.

The teaching event began.

"Alhamdulillah.... I want you to be here. I am still of age..." Say mother.

"Yes Ma... Mom is healthy again. I'm definitely cured, Isma needs me." Answer Isma.

Isma's mother smiled.

The next morning my brothers came. They visited mom. Not to forget they brought mother's favorite fruit.

Mom seemed happy to be together with her sister and brother.

Mom laughs... It's like he's not sick.

His sister peeled the pear and dismembered it. They were eaten one by one by Isma's mother.

In the afternoon one by one the mother's brothers came home. Until nightfall.

As everyone at home prepared to rest, Isma's mother suddenly called out to everyone, as if there were guests outside.

"Come on, come on in.... Come on, come on in..." It was my mother's words and continues to be said.

Isma tried to ask her mother, but there was no answer. Only those words were constantly being said.

Isma panic... He called all the families. And all gathered at Isma's mother's house.

The morning the mother's voice disappeared. They decided to take my mother to the hospital.

Take mom to the hospital. Some days there is no change at all. Mother was unconscious. It looks like he's sleeping. There's no response whatsoever.

No food can enter through your mouth. Everyone just wears a hose.

"What other trials are these, O God...." Isma said in heart.

"Prophey is.... Whatever the situation, you must remain patient." Said Fikri while hugging his wife.

Isma was there crying.... Spilling her feelings on her husband's embrace.

Isma's brother has gathered. They waited for their mother.

"Tetched... Tet... Tet's...." The voice came back Isma heard in the hospital room.

While looking at her mother, Isma cried.

"Mother said that if my womb is already big, we want to shop for baby needs." Saying Isma while crying.

There was no response from the mother.

"Mothers... Build dong....!!" Say Isma again.

"I'm sorry to talk to the patient's husband..." One of the doctors approached.

"Yes... I'm doc." Answer Isma's father.

Then Isma's father headed to the doctor's office.

"I'm sorry about before, sir... I see the patient here has not changed. All medical devices are installed to help. But I see her condition is getting worse." Obviously doctor.

"Keep how do doc... What should I do...?" Ask dad.

"The point is that we have raised our hands, sir, at this time the patient is only helped by tools."

"Please discuss with the family, I think the cost until now is not small, has reached tens of millions." Added doctor.

Isma's father was there confused as to what he should do. What decision should he make.

The cost is getting bigger, and Isma's mother's condition is getting worse.

The hospital gave her advice to take her home.

With a heavy heart, Isma's mother was brought home.

Every time Isma prayed for her mother. Every day Isma cried. I really can't see the condition of her mother.

"Yes Allah.... Love my mother. Give your best." Isma.

All families gather together and pray together.

Suddenly Isma's father fainted. Everyone immediately approached.

"Dad may be tired plus so heavy is the burden of his mind." Isma said in the heart.

After a few minutes, I finally woke up.

Isma immediately gave him a drink.

"Dad... Patience yes.... You have to be strong." Isma gave her father a drink.

They both cry.

The more here, the mother's breath tightens.

"Yes Allah... I'm tired of it.... Have mercy on my mother, O God." Say Isma again.

"Mommy's feet are cold...."

Then Isma gave the eucalyptus to her mother's feet. He rubs it on both feet.

Isma was crying incessantly.

"Well, let's take mom back to the hospital... Cassian. At least there's a tool that helps her."

"But yesterday the hospital raised my hand, son..." Answer father.

"Then we have to how sir." Ask Isma's sister.

"Mr is also confused son, we have to how. Look at mom's condition, you really don't have the heart."

"I'm sorry Isma.... Isma doesn't know how to."

"I'm sorry, Mom.... You can't be a good husband." Add Isma's father.

And all of Isma's sisters apologized to her mother.