THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Lousy

Dusk began to say hello. The reddish hue in the western sky seemed

slightly override the sky blue color. The wind was sighing the storm that struck.

It looks fresh after the shower. The light blue hijab looks compatible with the blue dongker robe he wears. She chose Farhan's favorite color to visit her baby for the first time in the nursery.

Earlier, she pleaded with Dr Haris to be allowed in the reception room to see her baby up close. Dr. Haris was ultimately unable to refuse the request. He allowed Via to enter with the record of having to comply with the rules in the hall.

Ms. Aisyah who had just finished the asar prayer, smiled looking at Via's fresh-looking face. He was ready to take Via to see the baby.

Finished preparing, Miss Aisyah took a wheelchair. The simple-looking but still elegant middle-aged woman pushed the wheelchair into the room.

“What's the wheelchair for, Mommy?” ask Via astonished.

“Make you. From here to the peristi room quite far lo! You could have just walked again. Still hurts, right? Come, ride!” ma'am Aisyah's orders.

Via according. He's in a wheelchair. Ms. Aisyah pushed the wheelchair slowly into the peristi room. Once there, an officer

welcomed them.

“Please Mrs Via get out of the wheelchair and wear this shirt,” said the attendant kindly. He was wearing a light blue shirt.

Via received the shirt. Then, he wore it with the help of Ms. Aisyah.

Finished helping Via, replace Bu Aisyah wearing clothes that

same. The two brands entered the room following the officers steps.

“This baby Lady Via. Her weight is now 1,450 grams.

He could not suckle directly from his mother. Therefore, ASI we provide

using orogastnik pipe.” The green-clothed officer explained.

Via did not answer a word. His gaze was fixed on the tiny creature that was inside the incubator.

A tiny baby wearing an instant diaper seemed to be moving. His body is covered with fine hair. Her reddish skin looks a little wrinkled. Some of the hoses are connected to his small body.

Via stared in amazement. He never imagined a tiny figure

it was in her womb for 7 months. Now, he can see it

from close. When she was born, she only saw her for a little while.

Via's eyes are glazed. His throat felt choked.

“Hubbiy, look at our son. He's so small. His weight is far from normal. But, he already looks so handsome. Ah, lips

so much like you. It's so funny.”

The pat of Bu Aisyah on Via's shoulder made the young mother flinch. The daydream faded, though,

“Your son is so cute. How cute he is,” whispered Ms. Aisyah.

Via just nodded. She was struggling so hard that her tears would not break. Happy, haru, also sad to blend in and fill his chest cavity.

“Sorry, Ma'am, can I ask you about this baby?” ask Ms. Aisyah.

“Please, Mom. If I can answer and that is my authority, of course I will explain,” replied the officer politely.

“Does my grandson have any serious problems with his internal organs, especially his lungs?”

“Mother's grandchild was born prematurely because it has not even been 31 weeks. Infants

premature birth usually has problems with body weight and function

vital organs. For more details, you can ask Dr. Haris or

directly to our pediatrician, doctor Wibowo.”

Ms. Aisyah was actually disappointed. Via is also. They hope to get a real explanation about baby Via. If they ask Dr. Haris, they doubt the senior doctor will give a real explanation.

“When can we see doctor Wibowo?” ask Via lirih.

Fortunately, the position of Via is quite close to

the officer's ear.

“Tomorrow morning after his visitation to inpatient and

outpatient examination. About 11:00 if the patient is outpatient

no enslavement, Madam,” replied the officer.

“Alright, God willing we will see doctor Wibowo tomorrow,” said Bu Aisyah.

After a quarter of an hour in the reception room, Ms. Aisyah asked

Via back to the room. Actually, Via refused to return. He wants to stay there

waiting baby. Bu Aisyah persuaded him painstakingly until finally Via

pursuant to.

They went out and returned to the treatment room Via after

using a wheelchair.

Upon entering the room, they were surprised by Azka's figure

exiting. The guy looks rushed.

“Mother, Ma'am Via, from where? Azka search-search, lo,” says Azka.

“We are new from the peristi room to see your sister's baby,” replied Ms. Aisyah.

Get out of the wheelchair and walk slowly to bed. It sits by leaning against the side of the bed that is made higher.

“How is my nephew's condition? Already can what he is?” tanya Azka was enthusiastic.

“You think he can what?” ask Ms. Aisyah back.

“Maybe you can laugh, chattering aaa...aaaa, so?”

Aisha laughed at Azka's reply.

“She was born, Azka. Babies start to chatter so when they are 4 months old,” explained Bu Aisyah.

“Yaa, where does Azka know? Kan Azka does not remember Azka's childhood, when Azka was a baby,” Azka said in self-defense.

“Where does anyone remember the times he was a baby. You're nothing,” scolding Bu Aisyah while menoyor the head of her youngest child.

Azka chuckled at it.

“O yes, how is his health condition? No problem, right?” ask Azka again.

“We don't know for sure. That is the authority of the treating doctor,” replied Ms. Aisyah.

“Kan we can ask dad. Dad must have been monitoring his granddaughter. Especially this is my first grandchild. It is impossible that you do not know.” Azka just keeps nyerocos making her bunda anxious.

“Yes, your father obviously knows. But sometimes your father doesn't want to tell you the truth if it's a serious condition. Via want to know the actual condition,” said Bu Aisyah.

“Oh, this is a story father has lost his credibility,” said Azka while nodding.

“Only! Ni kid if you don't use filtered, anyway!” Bu Aisyah glared her eyes at Azka.

“Well is the disposable tubruk tea filtered? Aduuuh..!”.

Azka's speech ended with a shout because her ears were pulled by the mother.

“Why are you, Via?” ask Ms. Aisyah. He only realized that since then Via just silent did not react.

“Yes, nih. How quiet was that from now on? A sariawan? Drink laruran footprints thousand uh .. auw!” Again Azka screamed in pain. This time

pinch Bu Aisyah landed on his arm.

“Mother, cruel very samat own child. It's called KDRS,” grumbled Azka.

“Apaan? The existing KDRT, Ka,” said Bu Aisyah.

“Violence In Hospital. It's in the hospital. Mother

how, anyway?” Azka grumbling.

Miss Aisyah laughed. However, only briefly because he realized Via was still not working. He approached his adopted daughter.

“Via, why you? Is anyone sick?” ask Bu Aisyah

sit on the edge of the bed.

“Eh, what's up, Mommy?” He asked back confused.

“You're daydreaming, huh? What's up, anyway?” ask Ms. Aisyah again.

“Eng\=\=nothing, Mother. Via just thought about what

what the doctor will tell you tomorrow about the condition of the baby Via.

“I can't be honest with them if I'm actually awkward around Azka. This is because of the word Eyang Probo. Ah, did Azka really put her heart on me. If yes, now what? What

still been? Ah, my mind is so struggling like this?” Doesn't feel like Via taking a breath

length.

“You should not think too much about the condition of your baby, let alone suspect a bad one. Remember, you have to keep your mind from stressing, Via,” said Bu Aisyah softly.

“Iya, Ma'am. Take it easy, the doctor must be doing his best to dedek,” Azka continued.

“Iya,” Reply Via Brief.

Via was silent. He seemed reluctant to respond to the conversation between Bu Aisyah and Azka.

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