MUTE
#2
...Episode 02's...
Father endured his grief and calmed down, then continued his words. “Our child at diagnosis is voiceless.” Her crying broke again. As hard as Dad withstood the sadness and the crying turned out to be impossible.
Hearing the child she contained could not make a sound, Mother cried while banging on her bed and said, “Why.... why.....why must it happen to my son?!”
Father hugged the mother who was lying on her bed whispering in a stammering voice as she endured her grief.
“Sabar Ma'am, patience. Whatever happens, I will protect our family.” said the father.
Dissolved in grief and did not accept his son mute, the mother began to blame fate and hate the destiny that he received. “how until people know, the famous painter has a mute child,” said Mother. “why mom said that. We should be able to accept our child and raise him well. Better mom just rest,” said dad.
Actually the father was very surprised and did not understand his wife could say those words from his mouth, even though he was his mother and who was pregnant with his own child, could still think about a career.
The mother, who was very tired at the time, both mental and physical, fell asleep. The father who saw the mother had fallen asleep went to see, I who at that time was still silent on the incubator.
Arriving at the special care room of the baby, the father looked at his son who was in the incubator. His eyes twitched, then began to shed his tears.
Seeing her son so beautiful, nose pointed, hair thick, must accept the fact that he can not talk like other children.
There was a sweet and soft voice coming from my father's mouth. His voice slightly stopped, tears started rushing out of his eyes. In such conditions, grandmother always accompanied father.
Squeezing dad's chest and always saying, “Sabar...my son.”.
“See my son Ma'am, beautiful isn't it? She will be a strong and happy woman. I will take care of him, even if I have to bleed and sacrifice my own life" said Father, and put his forehead on the glass incubator.
The day passed, my mother and I were able to improve and were allowed to go home. The day before my return, I had a detailed examination of my condition.
The doctor's conclusion was that I was completely mute because, my rudimentary growth, there was damage to the vocal cords. But still can hear. When she got home, she took me and suckled me.
The heart of a mother who feels pain seeing her child must be born to accept such a heavy destiny. Mom gave her ASI to me. Next to my mother, there was my father and grandmother accompanying me.
Mother said with father, “While please hide the whereabouts of this child, let no one else know that this child is my son. I love him but I also love my career as a painter. I don't want to be the gossip of many people.”
Even time, passed very quickly, since then, it has been running for 3 months. I who have started to open my eyes, have been able to see the beauty of the world, even though my mouth is locked.
The father who always carried me, the grandmother who always sang for me, the mother who was busy with her work and rarely at home, even I had to stop drinking breast milk and replaced formula milk.
Very happy father, seeing that Mom loves me very much, said with mom, “Today I am very happy, my wife and son look very warm and I hope this atmosphere will not disappear.” Mom just smiled and kept quiet.
That night, I got permission to go to the office because there was a problem that had to be solved. In the morning, my mother held me and kissed me. But, he shed his tears.
After that I was entrusted by my grandmother, before my mother left for work. Mom says with Grandma, “Please Mom, take care of my son.”
Grandma replied, “Definitely, mom will take care of your son.”
Since then she never returned, she left her son and husband. I'm always looking for Mom's whereabouts. There and there even went out of the city and told his subordinates to search, but the result was nil.
Desperate to find his wife, he stops looking for her and starts hating her. Assuming that his wife is a woman who does not deserve to be a mother and wife figure.
However, the father could not lie to his feelings, his hatred mixed with his affection for his wife. Since then my father has always been drunk.
Though before, I never touched a single bit of alcohol, cigarettes. At work he was looking for his son, I was drunk, my father was always sleeping next to me.
The situation of the father was very alarming, the grandmother who could not bear to see the condition of her son began to ventured to speak and advise him.
Grandma said with dad, “Nak I raised you without a father figure, with the condition of not having money, always so gossip many people. But, the mother was always strong and continued to want to be a good parent for her child. Look at your condition now is it worth calling you a good father? Every time I go home I am drunk. You still have a child you have to raise, you still have to fight for your child's happiness, those words right you said when your child was born?”
My crying broke, then carried me and kissed me, saying, “Sorry dear, father promised to be a good father to you.” From then on, my father changed and stopped drinking.
Seeing that his mother was old, I could not bear to see that grandma had to take care of me alone, finally looking for a baby sister to take care of me, when my father was busy with his work.
At night, I always sleep next to my father. When you're not working, take your time and play with me. The time passed very quickly, it did not feel like it had been running for 2 years.
I was able to walk and was introduced to the writing, there was a special teacher who came to my house. Dad purposely introduced the letters and numbers as early as possible, so I could write.
According to my father, with writing, I was easier to interact with other friends. All I remember was that not only was the writing taught by my teacher, but he also taught me sign language.
Sure enough when I was 5 years old, I had mastered sign language and could write. I am so grateful that even though I am mute, I can still hear.
My teacher was very proud and happy, because I was different from other children, I was quick to be able to, strong memory, and was categorized as a genius child.
These are all stories I've heard from my grandmother since I was 5 years old. I always remember everything I've been through, until now and I will never forget.