SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
CARDIOMYOPATHY

It broke my heart when I heard my young son, even running was not able to have to experience this.

"CARDIOMYOPATHY" said Pediatrician Specialist (S.A) who handles my son.

I wish that the one lying down was me, not him.

"CARDIOMYOPATHY is a congenital heart disease during pregnancy. What cause? There are no studies specific to the cause.

Dilated cardiomyopathy caused Viral infection is a common cause. This infection can irritate the heart muscle (a condition called myocarditis) and weaken it. To try to meet the body's need for blood and oxygen, the heart works harder and gets bigger.

Another form of dilated cardiomyopathy is genetic, which means it can be passed down from parents to children in their genes and passed down in families. Sometimes, no cause can be identified. Doctors refer to it as dilated cardiomyopathy "*Idiopathy*k”. Does anyone in the family have a history of heart disease?."

I thought hard at the end of the question, Doctor. Does anyone in my family have heart disease? We do medical tests every three months. Then who? What is Clara's family?

For now I don't think about the cause. I'm more focused on healing.

"In the meantime, Ananda Mikola we give drug therapy first. Before we knew more about his heart condition. Whether you need help with tools or not. May Mr and Mrs Lincoln be patient and continue to accompany his son." The doctor explained what he would do next.

I nodded weakly. Little children should swallow drugs that taste bitter and not even one or two grains that should be consumed.

I lay my body down, feeling the sharp skin of the sofa on my back. I lost Bella a few months ago, healed with my baby. Does God want to take it back from my arms? Was I so bad in the past that God didn't let me love someone sincerely!.

***

It's been so hard, getting pregnant gave birth and now having to be sick.

During the blood draw, I was terrified to find out that Mikola was not Reza's son. What happens if he finds out, the son who broke him is not his flesh and blood.

But I was thinking too much, after all just a thorough health check not for DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid ) tests.

All this night my heart was shrouded in worry. Worried about being discovered and also with the doctor's questions about hereditary diseases. My family doesn't have heart disease, a disease that's always called that's just an excuse.

Maybe the "Father" of the boy had it. But I don't know who.

I nodded my non-itchy forehead.

"Clara, rest. Let Mikola Mama take care." pinta Mama Syarina.

I shook my head a little lethargic. I have to act very badly at the moment.

"I'll take care of Mikola, Ma. I want her healed, Ma." lament me.

"Yes, Clara. Mikola must be cured. You rest there, let's change ya. Later when Mikola wakes up, she will find her mother and you should be by her side. There sleep." he ordered.

I nodded slowly, "Alright, Ma. Wake me up immediately if Mikola wakes up." I clasped her hand. Mama nodded.

I can finally rest. Aching from earlier had to sit bent over holding Mikola.

I remember my childhood, when my mother was sick we had to stay in the hospital. Sleeping under my mother's bed, one room together. Noisy with the sounds of crying, laughter and unimportant babbling. The bathroom is narrow even the tv was only one at the end of the room and had to scramble to watch it.

Take a look now..

I slept quietly.

"I never thought Reza would continue to suffer this misfortune, Pa. His wife left and now his son has to lie here." My sobs on Mikola's side.

"The wife's not leaving, Ma. Never talk like that. Papa said, Bella deserves to be happy. Mistakes are in our son who has deliberately hurt Bella so much that she leaves. And about Mikola. Just rest first, let Papa here huh. Mama lean there." Papa pointed at the sofa bed on Reza's deck asleep.

"Mom don't have the heart to see a baby this small must live with medicine and tools, Pa." I clasped his cold little hand.

"Every living thing has its own way, Mama must remember, that is. Maybe it's her way of testing our patience here. Become a rodent of affection between his parents. Everything must have a silver lining." said Papa.

I put my head in front of him. Who was the person by my side, who instantly turned into this steadfast and calm man. Previously, he was very noisy when he heard the news that his grandson was sick. Look even he's just wearing his nightgown to the hospital.

"Pa, is this from Papa's heart?" manya curious.

She smiled shyly.

"Why? Mama can't believe it." She poked me in the cheek.

I nodded steadily. Where might believe, just look at his appearance was obvious. He is a perfectionist towards appearance, to the point of just wearing a nightgown. Wasn't that already a sign of how worried he was at the moment.

"There was an epiphany, Ma. From. "he glanced at Reza and Clara who were fast asleep.

"From Gaga and Bella" he continued.

Ah right, calmness and a strong sense of sincerity are only in the possession of the two of them here. Bella is always calm in everything and Gaga is always putting everything to God. Our nature is far from it, where maybe my husband changed instantly in less than a day.

I smiled and shook a little.

"Has a matter of fact, my husband became so calm and sincere." I leaned my head against his chest.

"Yes, honey. They gave me strength from my heart. How lucky is it to have a daughter-in-law like them. Who never remembered the past and even from the beginning Mikola was born, it was Bella who was always present accompanying Clara, Ma." I raised my head looking at her in disbelief.

My husband nodded, "Right, Ma. Glen's the story and followed the story of a Doctor who works here, who happens to be Bella's old friend."

I put my head back. I'm a little embarrassed by this fact. I once refused Bella to hug me when I arrived in Indonesia. I was shocked to learn that she was married and even had children. While my son, slumped up to one subsidiary should be deficit.

But after knowing this truth, my heart aches and shame. I am this old and hold a lot of grudges. While he who is still far below me, continues to teach us the meaning of life.

They still respect me as their mother even though I have hurt them repeatedly. Even she took care of the woman who destroyed the household and seized her husband. What is your heart made of, Bella?.