The Struggle of a Child
The Waiting Room of the Pharmacy
I walked with my mother. Before heading to the pharmacy. We met my father first. My father was sitting stiff in a chair. Where the patients wait! Seemed to sit neatly so much. Be quiet!
I was standing right at the exit that followed my step mother, I stopped for a moment. Saw my father. Sit with empty eyes.
As if to get me back home soon. My laziness began to accompany me in the hospital. I too, went to my father and left my mother who walked to the place of taking drugs. With a step that dragged my feet. I approached my father. "Dad! Let's go home!" Standing in front of my serious father with his empty mind.
With jerking. Suddenly, hear my voice."Ha! Going home? Is it done, son?"
My father, too, looked at me questioningly.
"Yes,Dad! It's ready! Doctor said!" Looking at my father with a sad face.
My father stood up and took my hand. With the shoes he often wears. To bring her paddle pedicab. He also, set his pace slowly while rolling me beside him. We both walked hand in hand. Even my weak little footsteps walked with rhythm.
My mother-in-law walked ahead of us. It's been standing where I didn't know it. From afar. I watched him speak by handing the piece of paper that the young doctor had given us. The sound of my father's tired cough was heard occasionally by my ears.
My father and I walked. Followed by many people. They, too, keep walking. Heading to the place where my connecting mother who has now been sitting waiting for the queue. Along with the crowd of people sitting there too.
Not for how long. The footsteps that we dragged, until and now stopped. I was walking with my father with the overcrowded people. Now stand looking around. Ls it? There were empty seats among the crowd.
Even the atmosphere, is now becoming increasingly strange. Whereabouts? Many people are so tired of waiting. Someone stood up while holding his child. Some sit so tightly because the size of the chair is not enough anymore. Some were crouching and standing while looking at the person who was walking.
Meanwhile, my mother connected me to sit in the middle seat while looking straight in front of the pharmacy. Listening to the call on behalf of the patient is none other than myself! He too, was so serious about putting up his hearing.
My father is still standing next to me. With his hands still tight. Grasping my hand. Now exhaling a coarse breath towards the air. Looking ahead. The crowd of people going to the hospital. I'm the one still standing. Look at the empty chair. Suddenly the arm from the opposite direction pulled my hand. So that makes me jerk.
" Come! Sit here! My mother said the one who pulled my hand. I who spontaneously looked towards him, walked up to him and let go of my father's grasp. My father, in an instant, walked out of the hospital. While looking at me for a glimpse.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting with my mother. Still sitting waiting. None, my name sounds called. As long as I sit with my mom. I've seen it since she first arrived. He had not heard my name called.
As long as we both wait. Even more day, it shows the day. So many, anxious people. So too, with us. I'm the one who's sick. Now I have to wait to get the medicine.
I too, immediately thought with consideration. Whahuh? That my mother told me. He was so attentive to me. I felt that, she was my real mother. However, when I woke up and stared at the real world. I, too, realized that my birth mother was dead.
I sat with a weak body. Sitting while looking at the people walking. Swinging both my legs. I'm the one who's still sitting. My body feels fine. Smile occasionally! Seeing the funny kids. Laugh at them. Their voices when speaking are not yet clearly visible. So, it looks so unique!
Even my eyes, now I open wide. So, both my eyeballs that look like they are swerving. My hair is round. Makes me have to set it up with my fingers occasionally. The wind that blows in slips neatly. It hit my face that made my hair scattered in an uncertain direction.
The person who passed by increasingly crowded the sick room. Tight-tasting. Never be silent. In fact, the longer it gets fuller. So that makes the chairs and corridors of the road so dense. Some walk tucking from the bodies of the people who gathered. Covering part of the road.
Getting longer. I was getting tired and wanted to sleep. My eyes are feeling weak, weak. Suddenly, I was aghast and opened my eyes quickly. I immediately set my eyes ahead. Right into the room where the medicine was taken was none other than a pharmacy! I too, looked straight at a woman who was turning her back on me. Standing covered the small open glass in front of the pharmacy.
He was so, seriously talking. With my mind washed away. I did not notice beside me. Ls it? My mother is still sitting next to me or not.
The woman also twisted her body. Facing towards me. Instantly, I saw him too.It turns out, my mother who is not clearly visible to me because her hair that is stretched longer than a few shoulders covered her face. So that I cannot recognize him. He too, walked slowly towards me. "Come, we're home!" While taking my hand. Clasping his hand.
We walked out of the pharmacy. Step straight out of the hospital gate. From the hospital area. Outside fence. I saw my father lying under a tree. Sit on the rickshaw alone. Slowly we walked up to him.
Not for how long. We too, until my father. My father who was shocked was immediately shocked. "You people! Dad thought! No, who? Who came." My father said, moving from his seat.
"Hows it? What did the doctor say?" My father saw my mother and immediately turned his eyes away for a moment.
"Yes! The doctor said not to worry. Everything is fine!" But, later on, there has been no development. Just got back to the next check." Said, my mother connected me casually. While sitting.
Meanwhile, I sat next to him. Next to my father. Just shut up and listen to them. Every now and then, I throw my eyes at them.
My father, too, has now pedaled his pedicab so slowly. My father, who was next to me, was panting. Riding a rickshaw with two passengers sitting, I and my mother connected me. My mother was a connection whose body was much bigger than mine and my father. Makes my dad feel so heavy paddling it. He too, with all his might trying to resist fatigue . With both eyes looking tired. He was trying to see the road floundering.
Lots of riders passing by! And not infrequently also, many riders are careless. It made my father more careful.
Seriate.....