The Struggle of a Child
My father's wish
After completing the Dzuhur prayer service. My father reiterated his wish to me.
"Liyan! Dad was very anxious to see you healed.Can go to school as you want, can laugh, play like before.Where ? You have no burden, son! Dad was so sad to see you. A child of your age should play and have fun instead of this. Sitting quietly in the house because of illness.Daddy look on your face it looks so much burden that you carry."
My father sat on the side of my bed.Sudap stroked my hair black and rarely doused in water.Senjak I was sick.I rarely shower because my body is weak can not be exposed to water too often.Sometimes I take a bath. Not infrequently with warm water.Once the warm water flows wet my tiny body. Freshness will flush water felt into my body.However, it can not be denied as well, after I finished taking a warm bath that was so warm it touched my tiny body.It felt cold and made my tiny body shiver every time I finished bathing.
In my bed.I saw my father's aging face and tired eyes so many wrinkles of distress.Her eyes were once so bright when seen now look dark without light.Many stored a million meanings in his eyes. Since I lay weak.His hands that have shown similarities with his age now hold two problems.The first is the economic problems of our family and the second is my recovery problems.His level feet always step up to make a living. Now I have to step in to find a place for my treatment. Where I can recover completely.
I also looked at my father softly while crying in my heart.It feels like I can't bear to see my father who is so hard on me.If only I knew when? I'm ill. I will certainly try my best to prevent it.But again what I face is destiny.Where I can not change the destiny that has become my determination.And if only the pain asked me.I will definitely refuse him to stop dibajunku.
"Dad, dad,if you think my father will recover do my father's wish to take me to medicine.Because I really want to school Dad.I've missed my friends.I also want to play the same as Adek.They are so happy out there laughing while playing running. At home, I just listen to them laugh. And if I want to play. I could only see them from the front door.When I heard that my father's tears poured down my cheeks without him noticing.
My father was immediately stunned to hear what I wanted. I just want one that is, I'm healed! While wiping away tears. My father immediately expressed a smile to me.Smiles that cover all his sadness.A smile of encouragement for me.So I get stronger and believe that I will be healed.I see behind my father's smile.Implicit a thousand meanings on his old face. However, he could not express it.Only a strand of do'a that he often promised after he finished praying. Patience that he keeps on cultivating every day. The resignation that makes him always sincere to accept in the face of everything.
I'm the one who's innocent so excited looking at my father's smile.I can see his smile is a smile of happiness. As if there was no burden on him today.So strong he held everything by himself.
Instantly he moved out of my bed with shuffled footsteps.From my bed.I saw him leave me alone in the room that befriended my lonely.
I closed my eyes because I was tired and sleepy.Hearing vaguely a conversation in a semi-conscious state.If my father was talking to someone outside.
"Yes, tomorrow, we'll take him away for treatment." Talk about me."Because only today, I met my friend in the market.Which told me, the doctor who can handle my son.He told me. His family had an illness like my son."
"Yes, that's good! I saw your son was a little boy. Children his age were supposed to play.But, which looks otherwise.He had to be confined quietly in the house.In fact, to walk in front of the door was never seen."
"I don't understand either! The beginning of the disease as what the symptoms are.It never occurred to me! I'm just busy with work and making money, so I don't have time to pay attention to his health." With hearing still half conscious. I still clearly heard my father's words with his sad tone mixed with regret.
"Yes, right now my wish is just one. Seeing my daughter healed."
The voice of my father's counsel and the sad voice of my father. Get me out of bed and see who? My father's friend talked to him. I swung my weak little legs slowly while shuffling.My heavy little feet stepped.Making me force my tiny body to help her. I stood sweetly behind the door. Looking in front of the door listening to them talk with a little bit of my head looking out. There was a man a little further away from my father who was standing at the door in neat clothes. Like, after performing the prayer.She was so wise to give an encouraging advice to my father.My father who almost half of his belief lost to my healing.See reawakened.
While I was innocent and did not fully understand the problem facing my father.Just be able to see and be silent.I can not do anything to help my father.Moreover to reduce the burden in his mind.In the meantime, I can not do anything to help my father, today my burden is still his burden.
Seeing my father's condition that is getting more and more alarming because thinking about my situation.There is nothing I can do!
Within days that kept on passing. I can only sit in my solitude.
Tired my father can pay off completely just by looking at my healing.Nothing is so precious to him other than seeing me who as before.Walking gallantly without any burden in me.A cheerful smile is engraved on my face.Glowing eye fertilizers make sense tired of disappearing instantly, he returned home after work.
My sweet face that became medicine tired for him after a day outside of making a living. Now it is inversely proportional only, pain and heavy burden. When, he saw my face at this moment.
He doesn't talk much. But still, like to say something that is important to me.However, the day seems to disappear everything. As if swallowed by the earth.His silence, which has been describing his wisdom.Today turned into the silence of a mute man who knows nothing.
I barked weakly and sadly. Seeing my father who was so great his struggle for my recovery.
Asking around for my sake.His days, so chaotic and tangled like thread.He no longer felt when? Is he happy and sad? It all felt so dead to him. There is no sadness and happiness in his life at this time.
And so do I. I don't know when? Last time I laughed. All I know is that I'm no longer okay!
Seriate.....