Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 05's. Tata Story 29's.
Pov Tata.
I sat on the bench waiting for the hospital when I heard the doctor's explanation with Mas Gevan.
"It is necessary to undergo chemotherapy but this does not guarantee a cure" Dr. Hans explained.
My body immediately broke. It's true that this is coming, what should I do?
"Is there any other way to cure Lala's disease, Doc?" tanya Mas Gevan chimed in.
"Respinal cord transplant. But Lala's condition is unstable I am afraid that her endurance will not be able to withstand it and it is dangerous for Lala's safety, Doc" said Dr. Hans explained
I'm getting weaker, my God, why is all this happening? What if it turns out that everything I feared has finally happened? Something I took care of with great difficulty even slipped out of my hand.
The pain had brought my fingers to clench the wall clasping Mas Gevan's hands. I don't care if it doesn't exist anymore. I hung all the pain on the chair I was sitting in. All the fear now hit my chest. The fear that I had always avoided now was really going to happen.
"Did Lala's condition improve if she could perform a spinal cord transplant, Doc?" ask Gevan again.
"Can, Doc. To be a donor must be the biological father of the patient" explains Dr. Hans.
"I am ready to graft my bone marrow for Lala, Doc," Mas Gevan replied firmly. I looked at my ex-husband, is he sure?
"Good, Doc. We just pray that Lala's condition will improve soon. After chemotherapy, he's gonna do a bone marrow transplant."
"Please do your best for our daughter, Doc! I will pay whatever Lala can recover from, "please Mas Gevan.
The tears I had been holding back since then finally shed and dripped down profusely. I don't even care if I cry in front of my ex-husband. Some people say that crying is a sign of a weak heart. But to me crying is the way I express myself to pain.
"I'll do what I can, Doc. The rest of God is decisive" said Dr. Hans.
"Ta," call Mas Gevan.
I didn't answer my ex-husband's call and let go of my hand. How many times have I told her to get out of our lives. I don't want to add to the problem. My life has been difficult with the struggles that come and go. Moreover, Queen Mother continues to terrorize. But how can I separate Lala from her real father?
"You calm down, everything will be fine. I'll donate Mas's bone marrow to Lala."
"The possibilities are very small, Mommy. After chemo Lala's condition isn't necessarily stable," my sarcasm.
He immediately fell silent. Not chemotherapy only lengthens the perverted age. My son is still a child, he must suffer from this deadly disease. What was my fault and sin that I had to endure all this? It's okay I'm suffering and unhappy Lala's okay. Does God want to keep me alive, but in a way I don't really want to?
Mas Gevan rubbed my shoulder, as if transferring strength through my shoulder. Thousands of times I drove him away and away but still fate brought us to meet.
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I walked through the night looking for food in a stall that was still open these nights. While enjoying all the anxiety that now hit my chest.
The cold night wind makes my hair stand up, especially like hitting the other part of my skin.
"Mang, the fried rice is one meal here," I sat down on the plastic chair where the fried rice seller was.
"Oh yes, Neng. Wait a minute" said the Mamang fried rice seller.
"Yes, Mang," I said forcing a smile.
I rubbed my two cold arms. Fortunately tonight it did not rain, but the wind was quite able to make the body feel carefree.
"Thank you, Mang," I said.
I stared at the fried rice that was still emitting smoke. Again my tears came. Whenever I see fried rice, I always remember the morning activities. Mas Gevan and Lala really like this type of food.
"Yes."
I looked up when someone called my name.
"Mas Rey."
What is this human doing? Why are he here at night? Shouldn't he have been home by noon?
He was sitting on a plastic chair next to me. His smile expanded without any burden.
"Tonight Mas will accompany you to look after Lala. Earlier Mas had the same permission from the doctor, said he could," he said.
"No need, Mom. I can do it myself" I refused.
"You need a friend, Ta," he said.
I don't need a friend that I need is Lala gets well soon. For me right now the most important thing is my little daughter no matter how much pain her chest hurts.
"Sorry to bother, Mom," I said unkindly.
"Absolutely not. If you need help, Mas is always ready" said Mas Rey rubbing my head.
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"Ta," call Mas Gevan walking towards me with a little run.
I took a deep breath, "What's up, Mas?" I'm a little cold.
"Bring you breakfast. You must not have had breakfast!" He showed off the plastic bag he had brought. Chicken porridge with boiled eggs is my and Lala's favorite food.
"Thank you, Mum." I took the bag out of his hand. I wanted to refuse but my heart felt uncomfortable.
"Morning service?"
"Yes, Ta" he answered.
"Mas, sorry I didn't forbid you. Queen's sister keeps terrorizing me and Lala to stay away from you. For our safety, can we keep our distance?"
"But—"
He immediately fell silent and looked at me softly. There was disappointment clearly visible from his eyeballs.
My ex-husband, Mas Gevan, half my soul still settles on the rest of my pocket. In the rest of the soft kisses that slowly finish me off. He remains someone I know very well. Don't give up on life. Now I let him walk away. However, I never really let go of his soul binding my soul. He never really could be erased from my memory. It's just that, I get it, I'm learning to be happy again. I need to be able to calm my anxiety. I must be able to learn that reality is now destroying the defenses I built to love me.
Tightness attacked my chest, squeezing between the cavities to create a tightness that infiltrated into it. I hit my chest repeatedly when the air supply in my lungs seemed to be thinning.
"You can meet Lala anytime. But watch you, Mas. Me and Lala are your priority again. You must be able to establish yourself as a husband. Moreover, Ms. Queen is pregnant with your child. He needs you."
Seriate..