The Father Boy
ALA108'S CHAT. Fetch
We ate with a thin joke, he didn't eat much. He only ate a few mouthfuls, then asked for the medicine to be taken after a meal. The sweat went all out, I was worried that Izza would suddenly vomit in this field.
It was a pity to see the rice field on his plate that was still mountainous. I just moved the meat to my plate, because I couldn't eat the contents of the plate.
I don't understand why one serving of rice paddocks so much. I never bought rice with a little rice. Surely the rice is mountainous, with abundant side dishes. But that is the hallmark of padang rice.
"Hold huh? Eat not much, don't spit it out again." I rubbed his thighs.
He nodded, then he noticed a few people who had come to this place to eat. He was silent, with his mouth shut. Maybe he was holding back his nausea.
After I finished eating, I asked her again about her stomach.
He said, "it's better, Bang." He smiled a calming smile.
I doubt it, I'm afraid he's just pretending.
I had already put my contact number on the blood test form, so when there was information coming in, I immediately got the notification.
"Udah out the test results, Za. Come on in again, get results. Didn't you take the road yet?" I watched him from the side.
He smiles. "Udah, Bang."
I nodded my head, then paid for this meal. After that, we went into the laboratory again.
The lab worker directed me to go back to the gynecologist. They also tell, that the obstetrician today until twelve noon. He said his schedule would change if there was an emergency operation.
As the obstetrician pointed out earlier, I went back to his room and took the queue number again. Ten queues of my current queue number, but it would be a while if only for ordinary USG.
"Bang, I'm afraid I'm gonna have something that's interfering with your fertility." His face looks worried excessively.
"Bismillah alone, hopefully whatever the results can be cured." I tried to calm his heart.
"It was a benign tumor, but suddenly it was malignant how was it?"
This is what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid my wife feels the same way as my mother, who fought half to death in a big hospital. Fortunately, he was given a long life. Cala was given strength, until she was born into this world and grew up healthy.
"Don't think badly. If our minds are good, inshaAllah the result is good." I kept trying to calm Izza down.
"If the results are not good? How, Bang? Are you looking for another wife, who can love your descendants?" His eyes were back in tears.
"Don't say anything ugly, honey." I rubbed his cheek.
"Biyung was never required to get pregnant, but was indeed given the confidence to have many children and foster many children. My family never demands, they only share happiness whenever a new family is born." I don't want Izza to think badly of my family.
Abi Ghava had only two children, never to be questioned and questioned. Fathers who have the most children, never fussed, let alone debated. My extended family has never envied the issue of heredity, which there are indeed they often mock the young who want to impregnate the father many times. Yes, even that, just mocking joking because his sisters-in-law is so familiar with the biyung.
"If you take a child in an orphanage how about, Bang?" Izza glanced towards the monitor of the queuing machine. Only three figures, which came in and out of the doctor's room.
"Well, how good." I'm not interested in discussing that later. Because later, Izza even more bad-minded about his illness.
"If you give your cousin's son is okay, if allowed anyway." He smiled back.
"Yes, Honey. Whatever you want, it's important you're healthy first." I want to focus on his recovery first.
"Promise not to marry again if I'm still alive and still your wife." He raised his little finger, then pointed it at me.
Death?
Please don't ever talk about that. I was too whiny to talk about it, because I always remember the death of dato, mother, grandmother and grandfather in the same year. I went to the hospital twelve times a year, because my health dropped after being abandoned.
Dato always took me for walks every afternoon, until I was a teenager and I was embarrassed to take another walk. Mom was always there to accompany me when I was sick and not happy every time I saw my school uniform scuffed because it had not been ironed, mom always moved quickly to iron my school uniform. Biyung a lot of children, sometimes he did not have time and I have not been able to iron myself.
Grandma and grandpa, don't ask about their roles in my life. Grandfather was my first teacher in agriculture, I was his farm partner since childhood. Grandma was my mental coach since childhood, I remember once that it was my grandmother who left me at Kindergarten in the week after I went to Kindergarten. Dad did the same thing, because he wanted me to be a brave boy. Just when I left, I was escorted, then I was picked up. The rest, I was pitted against kindergarten kids. I can only report to my teacher when I get bad things from my friends. But it's only one or two months, and then I scare them.
Biyung is busy, the role of surrogate mother is mother and grandmother. Biyung is sick, the role of foster mothers is grandmother and mother. Biyung wandered, I turned into a mother and grandmother's son. So big was their role in my life that I was so devastated when they left me for good.
I know death is a decree, but I don't want those closest to me to leave me forever. I might be more willing, if I were to leave them first for good.
Dato is Ceysa's grandfather, dato is the father of Lendra's mangge. Mangge Lendra is my long-term father, Ceysa's biological father. He was gone, I could only cry when I understood that the night that died was Mangge Lendra.
It was he who took care of me and Ceysa, when he was suddenly paralyzed. It was he who took care of me, when I was sick and had to be treated at the puskesmas when I was paralyzed. That incident, when I was just about to go into kindergarten. I don't remember clearly, but I vaguely remember the tattooed father.
He was not fierce at all, he loved me and spoiled me. If my father educates me with discipline and independence, if he educates me with pampering and tenderness. The tattoo is not a criminal, the tattoo is just an art that is sometimes looked upon badly by the lay public.
"Strue number one hundred and fifty-five." The queue number machine mentioned the queue ticket that was in my hand.
"Come, Deck." I immediately got up and took Izza's hand.
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