Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Doctor's explanation
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I sat on the bench waiting for the hospital when I heard the doctor's explanation.
"Nara had to undergo a heart transplant, ma'am," explains Dr. Aldy.
My body immediately broke. It's true that this is coming, what should I do?
"What if it's just my heart, Doctor?" pinta.
"Sorry Mom, blood type is different. Of course the others will not fit," explained Dr. Aldy.
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 has brought my fingers to clench the sheer wall of the wall. 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.
"Is there no other way, Doc?" ask Mr. Dante.
"Yes Doc, is there a suitable heart donor for Nara?" connect Divta.
These two men seemed to be deliberately approaching me, regardless of their intentions and motives. I don't know and I don't want to know. I didn't get to think about those things. Even Divta who had obviously drifted away now came back like she wanted to prove that she was worthy of being part of my learning process.
"Sorry sir, we don't have heart donors in this hospital" replied Dr. Aldy.
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 Mr. Dante and Divta. Some people say that crying is a sign of a weak heart. But to me crying is the way I express myself to pain.
"Mom, I hope to find a heart donor soon for Nara" said Dr. Aldy. "The condition is decreasing" continued Dr. Aldy.
I don't know what to answer, where and who to donate his heart to Nara?
"Ra," call Divta.
I didn't answer Divta's call. 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.
"Ra, we'll find a way out" said Mr. Dante to calm me down.
"How to get out, sir? Is there anyone who would donate his heart to Nara without blood?" I'm shaking. "Nothing, sir. Who would die for another human being" I'm desperate. I don't think I have the energy. Even to cry, it felt like all the energy in my body was drained away.
They both remained silent. Isn't what I said true, that no man would die for man. Even though I am one of the mothers who wants to die for her child but the will of God just said another. Does God want to keep me alive, but in a way I don't really want to?
Mr. Dante rubbed my shoulder, as if transferring strength through my shoulder. I don't know why Mr. Dante cares so much about me, but he knows that I'm nobody and I have nothing to do with him.
Divta seemed silent. He still didn't give up on chasing us. And I made it clear that I didn't want him in our lives. I'm afraid Chelsea really hurt my kids. Nara and Naro had already suffered enough during this time.
"Mama."
We all looked towards the voice. Naro walked half-runningly, with Zenia and Zeno behind him. My little boy still wears his school uniform. In his hand he carries a trophy and digs which he holds tightly.
"Naro's." I wiped my tears.
Today Naro participated in the school's representative math olympic competition. I should have come to encourage my son, but because of the conditions and circumstances, finally only represented by Mas Bayu and Kak Dea.
"Mama."
"Mama, Naro won. This is for Mama and Kak Nara" he said showing me the trophy and the charter proudly.
My tears are getting worse, I should be happy because my son has achievements that are not necessarily owned by other children. But why do I even feel like I failed to guide Naro to realize his dream.
"Thank you, Son. Congratulations to you." I kissed Naro's forehead with love.
"Sama-sama Mama's. Mama don't be sad anymore, later Kak Nara is also sad," said Naro rubbed my wet cheeks.
How can I not be sad if circumstances alone make me feel broken and messy, making tears drip as he pleases.
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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 cold arms together. Fortunately tonight it did not rain, but the wind was quite able to make the body feel carefree.
"This is Neng" said Mamang fried rice seller put fried rice on my table.
"Thank you Mang" I said.
I looked at the fried rice that was still emitting smoke. Again my tears came. Whenever I see fried rice, I always remember the morning activities. Nara and Naro loved this meal even though we didn't eat it every morning.
"Ma."
I looked up when someone called my name.
"Eh Mr. Dante."
What is this human doing? Why are he here at night? Shouldn't he have been home by noon?
He was sitting in a plastic chair next to me. His smile expanded without any burden.
"Tonight I'll accompany you to look after Nara. I had the same permission from the doctor, he said it may be," he said.
"No need, sir. I can do it myself" I refused.
"You need a friend, Ara," he said.
I don't need a friend all I need is help right away, where Nara can get a heart donor.
I did not answer and went back to eating. I'm actually uncomfortable because Mr. Dante comes to the hospital too often. Moreover, the gossip of the employees who thought I was flirting with Mr. Dante, really made my ears hot. But I don't have time to think about that.
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