The Colorful Work World
Ch. 122 Positive Covid

A few days after the trip to the villa. I was doing my usual activities. Work in the morning, then play at night. Nothing special until the moment suddenly mom screamed at night.

“Ray, Arip, come quickly here!” Shouted mother from her room.

Rarely do you scream like this. That's why we after hearing the call, with lightning-fast movements went to the source of the sound. When I got there, she gave me the car keys and said.

“Your father is short of breath, this is an oxygen tube. Go to the clinic and replace it with a new one. Because this one is empty.” Speak in a fast full tone and speak in a fast tone.

“Good ma'am, we said yes.”

“Be careful son on jalan”

We said goodbye to my mother after receiving the keys. Surely the breathless father could not come with us. Mother herself must take care of her father. That's why it was just me and Arip who went alone to the clinic. Our two sisters Lamda and Yana did not come because they still had to study at night.

The trip this time was quite stressful, because we did it at night. Moreover, the two of us were still not used to driving the car alone. But what can I do, in an emergency like this. You can only say bismillah and then try your best. Hopefully we can make it to our destination safely.

Indeed, since Mbah died, the health condition of the father is declining. Often it uses supplemental oxygen to breathe. Usually only people who are in the hospital use that tool. But he bought his own oxygen tank because he needed it. Because he complains of frequent shortness of breath..

I don't know exactly what the disease is. But from what I've heard, it's very likely that his internal organs were affected. Because the father when treated is examined by an internal organ doctor.Most likely the damaged organs are the lungs, heart, and kidneys.

There were also issues, he said he would receive a kidney donor. But his sister who wants to be a donor also seems to have a kidney that is not healthy. Until now, you still have not received a donor for the organ.

Another possibility of this happening is because of the father's unhealthy lifestyle. I still smoke and often coffee. Though it has often been reminded many times to stop or at least, reduce the dose. But our advice was not heeded until in the end, you are in this condition.

While thinking about the condition of the father, Arip who was holding the steering wheel had planted gas and we were already on our way to the clinic. The clinic we will be visiting is managed by our family, which is why we went there. So we don't use any other clinics that are closer. Because the distance from our home to the clinic is about half an hour more. On the way, I always remind Arip not to speed too much and also be careful while on the road.

The pleasant journey ended when we arrived at the clinic. The parking lot of this clinic is quite small and can only fit a few cars. Luckily no other vehicles were parked so we could stop at the entrance. After parking perfectly, Arip and I immediately went down and went to the officer who was already on stand by.

“There can we help mas?” Ask the officer while looking at us.

“We will take oxygen tube mbak. My mother told you, right? we kids bu xxx and pack xxxx.”

Hearing my words, the officer immediately nodded and said “Oh, who wants to take an oxygen tube huh? Here, please take this one. Empty tube put here yes.” The nurse said, pointing to the room.

We followed the instructions from him and immediately lifted the tube, then gave the empty tube to the clinic. Seeing this process, I remembered the purchase of gas cylinders. Because the process of both has similarities. After making sure all the tools had been carried away, I closed the trunk door and thanked the nurse before getting back into the car.

“Aready ready Arip, yuk immediately unplug”

As a driver, Arip directly plugged the gas after our oxygen canister put in the car. On the way, we still have to be careful. Although we should not linger because the condition of the father really needs oxygen cylinders. But we still cannot miss the safety of both of us.

“Alhamdulillah up to also” said Arip while turning off the car that had entered the house.

We managed to walk safely. Although there are few obstacles because the road is dark at night. Overall, our trip was pretty smooth. After getting out of the car, I immediately took out an oxygen cylinder and gave it to my father.

“This pack, oxygen tube”

“Uhuk..Very long time! Quickly install the tools! I've already packed this!” Say it while shouting and giving me a tool.

Looking at the condition of the father, I did not comment much and tried to pair the tool even though this was the first time I touched it. Of course this makes the installation process of the tool runs a bit long and I get back to getting scolding from the father.

After the tool is installed, the father can finally breathe a sigh of relief and return the henchman. But before the tool is installed, many of the father cough and cough directly into my face. No filter and no cover at all. Of course I was angry, the emotions I had I was pending deeply for not wanting to be an ungodly child. When the father's condition is like this, I even say he returned.

I thought the problem would be solved here, but it turns out the problem is not finished. This incident began when the father was washing blood in the hospital.

*When dialysis*

I heard this story only from my mother as the first source. Because his father was quiet and did not talk much. I wasn't on location either. At this time, the mother as usual drove the father to the hospital to do routine blood washing activities. But on this dialysis, something happened.

While waiting for the father to wash the blood, the mother saw one of the other dialysis patients delivered by a different person. My mother knew that usually the patient who was called by Hajj bu was usually delivered by her husband. This time, the one who drove her to the hospital was her son.

Unlike the husband who always accompanies him when washing blood. Her son just drove her to the laundry room and then just left. Seeing the condition of the Hajj maam like that, my mother took the initiative to chat with her and apply balm to both her legs.

“How is Hajj's mother? did you feel good?” ask my mom while applying balm.

“Alhamdulillah, done it. Thank you mom, already want to smear the balm to the feet of mom.”

“Sama-sama”

They went back to having a little chat when my mom was done applying the balm. Their conversation continued as long as the father was doing the blood washing. But I heard the news that a few days later the Hajj ma'am was…..

Died of covid…

*Connected*