Honey Contract My Husband
Chapter 42. Wound Treatments
Too deeply Narendra hurt Cliantha with all the bad accusations on her soft-hearted woman, so that now the young blue-thursday woman can only cry in silence in the corner of the hospital.
Amidst the sadness, he was shocked when something hit his leg.
Cliantha picked up the round object, "Ball?" he said while running around looking for who owned the thing.
He stood up, unconsciously turned out to be in the nursery area of the children. Many simple children's playgrounds and green parks that stretch quite widely. Predictably, it was where the sick children were, but still there was joy emanating from their faces.
Cliantha rested her body on one of the concrete pillars of the roof support, she said, seeing a small creature that is struggling with pain and replaced with a smile and laughter just because of the presence of loved ones around him. Really, a very soothing sight to Cliantha's eyes.
While carefully observing one by one the children who were playing in the park, the side of the hijab Cliantha felt something interesting from below.
The woman was surprised, immediately she held her hijab and looked to her left side, apparently there was a boy tugging at her hijab.
"What's up, son?" Cliantha asked, bowing to equal the height of the boy. There was no answer, the pale-faced, sweet-eyed boy just pointed at the ball in Cliantha's hand.
"Oh, is this yours?" Asked Cliantha who was possessed by the boy.
"This, take. Can you tell me what your name is?" Ask Cliantha next. However, the boy frowned.
"What's your name, son?" cliantha asked once more softly and quietly.
It wasn't the answer from the boy's mouth that Cliantha got, but the hand gesture that Cliantha didn't understand the meaning.
At that time the woman in a light blue veil understood that the child in front of her had privileges.
"Who? Try it more slowly, yes. Slow down" said Cliantha, who was carried by a dimpled boy to the right of her cheek and was clearly visible as she repeatedly smiled at him.
With a slower hand movement, Cliantha still did not understand what the boy wanted to do to her.
"A, Afif?"
"Alka?"
"Adith?" Several times Cliantha tried to guess what the boy was trying to say through sign language, but indeed the woman was blind to sign language.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're saying" Cliantha said, giving up because the boy was tired of telling me his name.
"Alvin!" call someone from behind the child's body. A much taller and bigger man than the boy, he was a grown man wearing a white suit and a name sign prefixed 'dr.' that hung on the side of his left chest.
The man lowered his head slightly at Cliantha as a greeting, then he crouched down in front of the boy.
They communicate using body language. The difference is, besides the man talking using his hands, he can also speak clearly so that Cliantha understands what they are talking about.
"Alvin, Om the doctor is looking for you everywhere. You seem to be here? Play not far away, yes," said the male doctor followed by pinching the tip of the nose of the child.
"Oh, his name's Alvin?" Cliantha was proud after her previous question had been answered.
The man's doctor gets up and talks to Claintha, "Did Alvin bother you, Mom?"
"No, not at all. Alvin's a good and cheerful boy. The ball got to my feet, so he just asked for the ball back. Sorry in advance because I didn't know Alvin was such a special kid. You're her doctor?" Ask Cliantha.
The man nodded, "I'm Gio, the pediatrician at this hospital and Alvin's older brother" the doctor introduced himself as he extended his hand, but Cliantha could not repay another man's hand other than her husband's.
"Oh, sorry," said Gio who felt wrong.
"Well, I'm going to the kids' room first, ma'am. I'm sorry if my patient is bothering you" said Gio, who took his leave.
For Cliantha, she still wanted to see Alvin and the other children so the departure of doctors Gio and Alvin, made Cliantha feel lost the opportunity to get to know more children.
"Can I come with you? I want to see a lot of kids" Cliantha said, asking for permission.
"Please, ma'am," please let Dr. Gio allow.
Cempaka-Special Room for Children with Cancer.
Once at the main door of a room, Alvin ran off following his friends who were in the big room. This is where the doctor took Cliantha, in a special corridor for treatment for children with cancer. All corners of the corridor which contains many other rooms, in that place displays a crowded atmosphere and special designs such as children's playgrounds.
"What all the patients here are cancer-sensing, sorry," Cliantha said.
"Yes," replied Gio.
"However, at first glance they look healthy and fine, Doc?"
Doctor Gio looked at Cliantha who was standing next to him, "That's the privilege of children, Mom. Sometimes they don't know how to complain when they've met their friends and loved ones. They don't know if he's not okay inside. However, that is what makes them a great opportunity to achieve healing when they feel they are fine and positive energy is always around it," explained pediatrician named Gio.
Cliantha was carried around to every room in the place. A hospital is a place for sick people, children are no exception. Although what is seen is the joy of the faces of children, but not a few cries of some of those who are being persuaded to take drugs or when they have to deal with syringes. Cliantha watched it all happen behind a room with a funny and cheerful animated picture.
"Are you, okay, Mom?" Gio asked as he saw the woman beside him shed many tears looking at the children crying in pain.
"I'm fine. I just wanna have children, but it's impossible for me" Cliantha said.
"I want to be a mother and take care of the children like the woman and the man did," he said when he saw a pair of women who patiently hugged his son who was crying when the needle was inserted by the nurse.
"God must have planned what was best for mother and family. It could be, one day there is a fetus that grows and develops in the mother's stomach on his permission. Someday, God willing," said Doctor Gio gave an optimistic spirit.
"Amen... Thank you, "that's all Cliantha can say regardless of all the possibilities because only a fraction of a percent underlies the possibility it could happen. The rest, can only resign or wait for a miracle that God brings.
"Would you try carrying a baby?" the doctor offered.
"Newborn?" ask Cliantha enthusiastically.
"Yes, but not here. Next to the delivery room. Come," take Gio to guide Cliantha's steps.
In the newborn nursery, Cliantha was made to cry because she had to see many babies who were still red in her crib. Gio's doctor picks up one of them and leads Cliantha to try to feel the newborn holding her.
At first the baby whined, but the gentle swing Cliantha did made the baby calm down instantly. In fact, the arms of the woman's hands are flexible when holding the baby. In reality, the woman is really ready to be a mother, but it is still not the time.
"The baby was instantly calm in the mother's arms," Gio commented.
"May I come here a time, Doc?"
"Hem, I can't wait if I can continue to accompany. But if you want to see a lot of kids, come to my place. There were a lot of kids there" Dr. Gio said.
"It's my business card if you'd like to come" said Doctor Gio, giving him a small piece of paper from his wallet. Cliantha accepted with her hands still in the holding position of the little baby, "Thank you."
"Cliantha? Darling?" The voice broke the focus of Cliantha who was stroking the cheek of the baby.
"Tired Mas is looking for you" said Narendra who suddenly came and entered the baby room.
"Why go without my permission, hem? Your phone you just left in Jihan's room, dizzy Mas looking for you all over this hospital. Whose baby is this?" Narendra asked as her arms were diverted to the baby in Cliantha's sling.
"These babies are so funny. When can we hold a baby like this, huh, Mas?" cliantha said with a gentle look at her husband.
Narendra was silent, she just gently stroked the cheeks of the several-day-old baby, "One day, dear. Later, hopefully. Pray," said Narendra, dipping his wife's temple.
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