The Father Boy
ALA130S. Attempt to convey
"blood type O, especially O-, is the only blood type that can donate blood to any blood type. But, blood type O can only accept donors from blood type O only. That, Bang. Why indeed?" Kaf explained while styling her hair.
Look at that responsibility.
"Sister Izza has blood type O, Kaf. Can you find donor O too?" For preparation.
"Oh, can-can. Tomorrow I'll find the info at the PMI campus, Bang. But don't promise, Bang? Only later I confirm that there are O blood type college kids who want donors." Kaf's smile is always etched.
"Okay, would you say yes if there were?" I noticed him playing the phone.
"Udah I'm playing in the group, Bang. What's my sister Izza doing?" He asked while playing his cell phone.
"You need an operation, but you need to be available to donors first" replied the father later.
Kaf mangosteen. "Yes yes, right. I've spread the message, I'll catch the people who are ready. InshaAllah is there, Bang. You see, there is usually a blood donor type O this. Exactly, O or O-?" Kaf put his phone back in his pocket.
I remember Izza's blood type card. "Oh, if it's not wrong." Because next to the letter there are no more additions.
"okay, Bang. It can be arranged." He was about to leave again.
"What the hell do you want to Gwen? Gwen's a little girl knows." The chin-backed father watched Kaf.
"I have PO goods, which Gwen sells. So take the stuff to Gwen, Dad. I just came home from his job, "he said softly, he was like his father. If Kal, he's a bit of a parcel and his mouth's just spluttering.
"Ohh, yeah, take it fast. It's ten o'clock." Dad glanced at his watch.
Even in the newspaper, Dad still wears his watch. Perhaps it was his good looks recipe that did not wear off by time.
"Yes, Dad." Kaf rushed towards the door until that was right next to the terrace.
The building is almost finished, with the second floor already visible concrete pole. Dad always use earthquake-resistant building type, unfortunately it is not explosion-proof.
"Prospective family doctor, already seen the authority of his friendly doctor. Quiet nature tuh, the cake owned by the doctors are so good." Dad praised Kaf in front of me.
"What do I look like?" I rubbed my chin.
"Something." Dad laughed amusedly. "Still need extra training, unfortunately his wife does not support if her husband borrowed for a long time." Dad glanced at me and looked the other way.
"I'm sorry, Dad?" I'm baper myself.
Not successful, but hastily married. Maybe it's my fault too, for giving a woman hope a long time ago.
"What's wrong, just relax. On the way, a little bit surely you can. Come in, sleep." I enjoyed the coffee in the bottle.
"Yes, Dad. You're not sleeping either?" I went in with my groceries in the minimarket.
"In a minute, you go first."
"Yes, Dad." I went into the house and went straight into the room.
Izza was already sound under his blanket. His face looked tired, even with such activity. I have a plan tomorrow, to give the news to his family. Because perhaps, they have blood type O as well as Izza. I hope I remember this before I go to the hospital.
My wife is so pale, if she doesn't use lip dye. I'm sure he's in tip-top shape, because even in everyday life he doesn't look grimacing at all. He even always smiled and did activities cheerfully, he did not look like holding back pain at all.
If tomorrow he wants immediate action, it means I have to be better prepared to take care of him in recovery. With his condition that does not look sick like this, surely the operation that he will undergo runs smoothly and has minimal risk.
The whiteness of her skin, the beauty of her face, must be my descendants and Izza are very beautiful. If that was given a boy, it would definitely be handsome as well.
Yeah, it's possible.
I pulled the blanket over her chest, then slept facing her. His breath struck my face, giving me peace and comfort.
"By my darling." Izza kissed my whole face.
His breath smells of toothpaste. "Was the shower?" I asked by squirming my body.
"Udah. Bathing, yuk prayer Fajr jama'ah." He smiled widely.
"Okay, wait a minute?" I flicked my blanket, then sat down for a moment before this leg supported my body.
"Don't you take long, Bang? It's five o'clock." He pointed at our wall clock.
"Okay, honey." I quickly entered the bathroom.
After finishing the bath, I immediately dried my body and put on my clothes. We prayed Fajr together in the room, then went out together towards the kitchen. My regular activity is to wash our clothes, while Izza cooks in the kitchen. If it is rice, ART usually cooks it early before Izza and Biyung jump into the kitchen.
The breakfast session began, we ate together until the completion of a portion of food on our plates each.
"Where, Bang? He said that tomorrow, yesterday, it means you're going to the hospital, right?" Izza asked by taking the dirty dishes in front of me.
"Eum." I looked at dad.
"Well, what is it, Za?" ask biyung later.
Biyung doesn't know anything here, maybe dad hasn't told him yet.
"You're taking an MRI test." Izza again picked up some dirty dishes on the table, then he moved them to the sink.
"For example, this is an example? For example, you were asked to take immediate action today and be ready?" Dad gave me a lot of pauses in his questions.
"Where are you?" Izza sat back in his chair, having piled up his dirty dishes.
"Where, Deck? This is, for example, because it might be suggested so the same doctor." I looked up and watched his face from the side.
He looked at me, his face confused. He was quite asleep, his eye bags were quite sunken.
"If it's the best advice from a doctor, then follow the advice. But it is usually asked to discuss the same doctor, usually also asked to come back right after the test results come out to prepare themselves. Let me know first what my condition is and how severe my condition is." Izza moved his hand.
"Do you want to know the results, Za? Is it important? I said anyway, mending is up to the doctor." I tried to shift his mind, so he wouldn't have time to know the outcome.
"Yes got to know dong, Bang. Do I have a body, during the operation? If it turns out that his actions are not in accordance with our condition, we can sue the doctor." Izza touched my arm.
His gaze was deep, was there anything he wanted to convey?
"If the doctor says, let's be delivered directly to the action. How's it?" Because me and I have a plan like this.
"Yes can't, Bang. I will ask for clarity before agreeing to take action. Before any action, there's usually a signature of approval of all sorts first." Izza seemed to understand the procedure.
Duh, how's this? Is it safe for Izza to be informed of her circumstances?
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