The Struggle of a Child
Hospital
The noise of footsteps. People who lulu lalang for treatment cross-legged is now heard in all corners of the room.I see the empty room where people wait queue so crowded and crowded.
I see a lot of elderly people. Seen a lot of waiting in line. Sit in the designated place.
Children whose age is far above me are also seen waiting. And so are the children who are the same age and age as me. There were people sitting and walking with their parents.
The workers wear white uniforms complete with symbols on their arms. In fact, many are busy walking in the crowd of patients by holding several books of patient medical records.
I have reached the place where the patients queue with my mother to take the queue card. We also sat among the people who sat. While my father was still away to bring the file to the place of the copy. With a flickering step he swung both of his legs towards his destination.
I looked at the crowd with a frightened face. Both my hands are cold now. My heart was pounding so hard it felt so irregular. While I saw my mother laughing freely with someone whose age was not so far from her. They do occasionally, I see
so serious when talking. While looking at me and pointing at me as well.
So many queues make people look so upset. Someone walks around and someone looks at each other's cell phones. There are also, who move and go sit in a place that does not have the slightest noise.
My tired self now seems to be drooping. My name's calling turn for so long.
While my waist is no longer able to sit for too long. It feels so heavy to me. Hanging legs so heavy also to be moved. The longer my legs hang fuller. It felt like something was filling my leg.
Workers wearing white uniforms. Now look enthusiastic to take the patient files. One by one they took from the registration table of new patients. A piece of paper began to be written slowly on a regular basis.
The wind that blows today. It felt so cold about my small body.The high heat that attacked my body made me so uncomfortable.
My father who had gone to photocopy some of the requirements files for my treatment has now arrived. The aura of exhaustion was so noticeable on his aging face.
"Liyan! Have they called you, son?" My father took over to sit next to me.
"Yet, Dad!" I said with a body that looked weak.
Hose not long. My father was sitting near me. Time for the guards at the new patient registration site to call me.
My father who was willing to come forward to take his steps suddenly came to a halt. My contact mother is now ahead. To take a patient's business card that is none other than my name.
He too, walked past the people who were waiting in line there were sitting or standing.
I looked from my seat. They also handed him a white card. Along with some sheets of paper covered by a map that is shaped like a book.
My heart felt even louder. It felt like my blood was coming out of my body. My body felt so hot. Now it feels numb. I no longer feel the heat of my body. The wind that blows into my body is no longer felt to me. The cold is so neutral it pierces my body.
I was silent. I stared at my mom and dad who were walking first. Now, I can only speak through the movements of my body. If I were, I was scared! Afraid to follow their steps and enter a room so creepy to me.
"Liyan! What was? Come fast!" My father kept swinging his hand into the air. A signal called me to approach him as soon as possible. My mother called me who walked first. Now, it stopped because I saw my father making a sound calling me.
From where I was still silently pecking.He saw my father and I. Instantly he stepped his foot and set off his intention to walk first to the doctor's room. With a slow pace however, slightly swinging the legs quickly. He also approached me.
"Liyan! What was? What brought you to a standstill?" She stood beside me looking at me probing.
Instantly I lowered my gaze. Shaking my head looking at the floor. Looking at my contact mother who wrapped her hand around my shoulder.
Carrying my foot stepped following the swing of his foot. And my father, who stood in an orderly manner in his present place, slowly stepped closer to me. My father started to bring out his warm smile. As a symbol of encouragement to me. So that I'm not afraid. Seeing such a sincere smile from my father. Instantly it felt like the courage inside me was growing.Although, sometimes it just disappeared instantly.
"Dad, but I'm scared!" Looked at my father walking beside me.
"Fear what, son?" Ask my dad to investigate.
Meanwhile, my contact mother who walks beside me. Seemed silent and occasionally threw a smile at me. Her soft hands were still on my shoulders. He doesn't seem to want to let go. Sometimes he says." There's nothing to be afraid of, everything's gonna be okay." Hearing that, I tried to build, what? which is in my mind. While walking into the room. A little more of our journey to the doctor's room.
Look at the room I'm going to enter. I, too, tried to close my eyes. But this time, close with eyes still open. Suddenly, our steps stopped. Right in front of the door.
"Wait on! Just a minute, son!" My father went inside too. While submitting the file we received from the registration place of the new patient. Then we were welcome to sit back and wait in line.
My mother and I turned my body back. Where, there is a seat. To the waiting that has been provided. For patients waiting for a call by a doctor.
I turned my footsteps to sit down. Meanwhile, my father was still talking to a nurse so seriously. My father who was inside occasionally looked and pointed at me.
My mother still kept quiet from then on. Now my father's face looks so, confused. That's all I can read! That, he was so in a confused and nervous state. Because this was the first time he had set foot in this crowded and overcrowded hospital.
My father walked out of the room. Left the file he was holding. I sat with my mother. Seeing my father walk with a little blank look. I saw once in a while, he let out a long sigh while walking over to us.
"Dad! Dad why?" I asked my father, who now looks unsettled.
"Dad thought to your sister! We've been here too long! Hows it? He'll go inside the house. While our house is locked."
"Don't worry, he'll be waiting for us to come home to his friend. My mother said to calm my restless father.
Seriate....