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Hospital

We were only three days in Korea and came back because my condition was worsening, I was immediately rushed to the hospital in a semi-conscious state. The children panicked, they cried to see me helpless.

The doctor said, From now on I have to be hospitalized. Can't go in and out like before. My condition does not allow me to travel anymore.

I have to take care of Kalea and Ahin, only my heart is getting broken, still haven't found the right donor.

"Mommy's sick, when's it coming home?" ask Ahin. He always accompanied me.

I can't answer it, you could say I'm just waiting for death.

"Ahin went home with Papa, huh? Old mom's here."

The boy shook his head, holding my hand tightly. Refusing to let go made Wikra give up.

"Let Ahin sleep here, no papa. I went home with Ila."

"I'll take Ila home and then come here again."

Wikra kissed my forehead and left the room with the sleepy Kalea. While Ahin was still looking at me lovingly.

The VVIP room bed was quite spacious, I shifted and had Ahin lie down beside me, laboriously riding her.

Compared to Kalea, my son is very sensitive and loving. He stroked my cheek, like he was afraid of losing.

"Ma, repeat yuk."

"When you're healed, we'll go home."

Ahin shakes. "Bude's home, rich first. Mama's healthy."

He means he wants us to live in a beach house like we used to. When I was healthy.

"Later Ahin did not see Papa and Ila again how?"

"Sir papa. There's Mama."

Ahin chose me over everything, including Kalea and Wikra. Naturally, since childhood he was with me. Meet Wikra for half a year.

I hugged him tightly, unwilling to burden this child with unnecessary thoughts. I kissed her forehead.

"Ahin sleeps, it's too bad."

The boy returned my embrace, sleeping by drowning his face in his mother's chest. I thought she was sleeping, but she was crying in silence until I felt her tears wash over her clothes.

I was silent, until long ago the cries of Ahin were unstoppable and unwilling. He was really scared of losing me.

"Ahin don't cry, Mama will be sad."

"Well, you don't want to be rich."

Ahin saw when Yumna dumped Kalea, it became a trauma for them. If they were abandoned by me. I can't imagine how it would be.

"Ahin pray with God, ask that Mama cepet healthy and can be with Ahin continue."

"God is going to be nervous?"

"God," I replied.

"May prayer, Mama is healthy."

I wiped her tears and wished for her prayers to be fulfilled. Not yet able to part with Ahin. The estimate only lasted 8 months, but Wikra brought in doctors from Taiwan. Cancer specialist. It has been proven that patients live longer.

That's why I was able to leave the country yesterday, the treatment suppressed the cancer from spreading. I cut my hair short a month ago because it kept falling out.

I actually want to be bald instead of seeing hair falling out, but Wikra doesn't allow it. He said that being bald would make the kids sad.

"Lord, please, let me live longer. At least until Ahin grows into a teenager."

Can it? Ahin is only 4 years old now. I closed my eyes, only able to ask that the almost impossible prayer be realized.

"Aamiin's." Ahin had not slept. He tightened his embrace. Still drowning my face without even looking at me.

I clenched her tightly, Ahin was well aware of what was going on with her Mama. He's a very smart and sensitive boy. Sometimes I wish Ahin was just plain Kalea. Not yet understood the complicated state of adults. So that he is not hurt.

That night we slept hugging, Ahin did not want to go to school and accompanied in the hospital. He combed my hair, massaged me and kept looking at me while sleeping.

We persuaded him to go home, but it never worked. Ahin's answer is too smart for a kid his age.

"If Ahin doesn't go to school, how will he be a fool? Mom and Dad will be sad." Wikra.

"Well, Mama's not healing."

"If Ahin pinter and become a doctor, Mama will be able to recover." I said.

Ah, he's conscious. He knows and understands.

"Well, Mom." She cried. Without a child like most. It hurt me, very hurt. He knows we don't have much time.

I spread out my arms, Ahin ran to the wheelchair and hugged me. Drown the face on my shoulder. Crying again in silence.

"Mama yuk is home. Mama's cured."

"Mama can't go home yet."

"We are beldua, beltiga ma bude."

He kept taking me back to Lampung. Things I can't do.

Wikra who saw that walked out with teary eyes. Ahin wanted us to stay away from Wikra. Wishing her mother to heal like before.

"You are here or there, just the same. My mom is sick."

"Usually not."

I wiped away Ahin's tears.

It's hard to explain to Ahin, she's very smart and critical. In the end I relented letting Ahin here as long as he didn't bring her back to Bude's place again.

I felt a miracle come to me. The detective I hired looking for Wikra's real father was found. Wikra's father was an electronics salesman in Abang.

I've always wondered where Wikra has the ability to develop electronics, but it's down from her real father.

But that's not the center of attention. But the faces of Wikra's father and grandfather shocked me. I immediately juxtaposed the family photos of my grandfather with them.

Right, my grandfather and Wikra's grandfather were brothers. My mother is an only child and so is her father Wikra. They're cousins.

The mother said her cousin was kicked out of the house because he was not approved. I came to our house when I was born. After that there was no news until now.

So me and Wikra are brothers? I didn't expect at all.

"What did you see? Really serious?" ask Wikra.

I wavered and tried to hide the files under the covers. Ahin was eating out with Neli. Wikra just got home from work and went straight to the hospital.

"Don't hide anything from me anymore." Wikra.

"I'm afraid you're angry."

"I'd be more angry if you lied."

For a moment I thought and pulled out the files that the detective sent. Show it to a confused Wikra. There's a picture of Wikra's childhood family.

"That's your real father, his name is Mr. Ilyas. Owner of an electronics store in Tanah Abang. He. his cousin my long-lost mother."

Hearing that Wikra immediately turned her head. Staring at me. "That means he's your distant uncle?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, we're also distant brothers."

"That means there's a chance he could be your donor." Wikra's conclusions point straight to it.

My blood type with Wikra is different, but Wikra's father still has the same possibility as me. It's just, the doctor said even though I could have surgery. This disease cannot disappear completely. And the chances of the operation succeeding are only 50 percent.

"Do you want to see him?"

"Now I will meet him and ask him to be your donor."

Wikra didn't care about meeting her real father, she smiled broadly and was happy to know I would have a donor. Even Wikra hugged me.

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gaes. Wednesday tomorrow I ziaroh wali songo to java about 8-10 daily. So next week I can go up Wikra. God willing after coming home will be up every day until the end. Doain survived to return to Lampung again huh.

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