Waiting for a Girl
Part 16 ~An Awaiting A Girl~
They all breathed a sigh of relief hearing the doctor's words just now. Ataar passed his critical period, and will be moved to the ward. Fisha, Aisha and the Altar entered the room. Only three people could visit the patient, the others were waiting in line.
Fisha told her to sit on the chair. He held his sister's hands and kissed her.
"I told you, you must have survived" said Fisha. "Don't get rich again huh? Brother will be angry with you!" fisha firmly stroked the mane of her sister. Ataar was still unconscious.
"Sorry, umi yes? Umi's almost too late? Or umi is too late" said Aisha holding her son's hand.
The altar just silently looked at the face of his son, who was sleeping peacefully. On his face looks anxiety or slurping? Nah! On the face of the middle-aged man it seemed ordinary.
Fisha looked at the thing, and sighed. He was eager for his papa to realize, when did he realize his mistake? Is this not enough to make him regret? Was there no pain in his heart as a real father?
"Father," said Ataar's plan to make Fisha and Aisha look up.
The altar that heard his son's words just threw its face in the other direction.
Even when his consciousness was not yet full, the name he first mentioned was his papa. Someone who tormented him during his time in the world.
Ataar opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the room. He looked and approached his brother.
"Sir Fisha," said Ataar. "Eye."
Aisha instantly blurted out a kiss at the core of her son's face.
Ataar glanced towards his papa which was a little away from the gurney. Eagerly wanting the boy to hug his papa, he wanted to feel in the embrace of a father.
"Apa," called Ataar, the Altar turned its head and cleared his throat in reply to Ataar's words.
Ataar smile. At least his papa responded to his call.
"Happy birthday. Sorry on papah's birthday, even so gini, because Ataar. Sorry Ataar if there is a mistake, Ataar had wanted to give papah a special gift, but..."
Fisha shut her sister's mouth. "Let's go to sleep, you're still weak," interrupted Fisha wearing a blanket for her sister.
Aisha looked back and told her husband to come forward. Inevitably the Altar advanced, and hugged his son.
The deg!
"Well," said Ataar, looking up, his eyes glazed over. Is this how it feels to be embraced by my father?
The altar melted his son's flowing tears. "You have given me the best gift" said the Altar softly. Ataar immediately hugged his papa tightly, he knew his papa was being forced, but he did not want to waste this moment. Is it as comfortable as this in a father's embrace? Lucky this is her brother often embraced by papah? Thought Ataar.
The altar felt his shirt wet, because of his son's tears. Suddenly he felt a tightness in his chest. He looked up trying to hold back his tears.
"Thank you, although Ataar tau papah forced, but Ataar will not forget this moment," said Ataar slowly so that only his papa heard him. He let go of the Altar's embrace and melted his tears hurriedly.
"I'm healed, let's go home" exclaimed Ataar trying to smile. Suddenly, his head became dizzy. "Aw," he groaned holding his head.
"Eh why?" ask Fisha to put her sister to sleep.
Ataar. "No papa" he answered.
The door opened, and a nurse was carrying a tray filled with porridge. He put it on the nightstand, then said. "Sir Altar, you're called to the doctor's office" the nurse said and walked out.
"I go first baby" said the Altar to his wife.
The altar opened the door of the doctor's room, he smiled faintly and sat down.
"What's the doc?" ask Altar.
"You have to take better care of Ataar's health, he has asthma. Which can recur at any time, do not know the place," said the doctor.
Altar nodded. "That's all?" ask the Altar with his flat face.
The doctor gave Asil leb towards the Altar. The altar takes the asil leb.
"meaning?"
"Please read it, sir" the doctor asked. Altar was a little confused to read the results given by the doctor.
"Brain cancer?" the Altar did not read wrong. The doctor nodded his head.
"Me and the other doctors were a little messianic with Ataar. At the age of a teenager, must get a dangerous disease like this. The disease is not just sma. But he also has cancer. I hope your father or wife, can maintain Ataar's health, you can bring Ataar surgery immediately. It's best to come next month for surgery to remove the tumor. Patients with early-stage brain cancer. But likewise, we must prevent it before it gets worse. I pray that the patient can fight the disease."
The altar fell silent and then nodded. "Still doc," said the altar standing and exiting the room holding a paper. "He." The altar sat on a chair that was in front of the room, its hands trembling holding the paper of his son's acyl leb.
he hurriedly put it in his pocket and walked to the hospital's canteen. He would buy food for his wife and children. For others to come.
Ataar turned his head to the side. When the girl he didn't like came to see him.
"Ataar, don't bother. You are rich, you love me!" ketus Vieara's.
"Nobody told you to come here" replied Ataar.
Vieara cursed to hear the words of the man in front of him. "Ih, it's good that someone looks at you! I brought you some fruit," Vieara's murmur.
"Thank you" said Ataar briefly. "Judah there out."
Vieara. "Can I take care of you?" asked Vieara running in front of the man.
Ataar was shocked, because their faces were so close. He hurriedly moved his face away. "No, I don't get well if you're here. Mending you go home," drive out Ataar.
"Ataar, I'm good with you. When are you going to return your feelings to me?"
"Son, the sin of courtship" replied Ataar.
"Judah we are married" said Vieara ambiguously.
"Gilak lo? You get out, I'm sick of seeing your face," ketus Ataar.
"Very soon! My ideals will be blurred, so the handsome wife of Ataar's rich, handsome gus" whispered Vieara then ran out of the room.
Ataar immediately tickled. "I don't want to" he murmured.
Outside the room, Vieara is stared at strangely by the six unacquainted humans.
"He's Ataar's girlfriend?" tanya Celi whispered to Kaira. Kaira put her shoulder up, didn't know.
Vieara lowered his head and ran over to his mommy and brother who were talking to Ataar's parents.
"So Fisha's getting married next week?" ask mommy Gracel.
Aisha nodded. "Come yes" she asked. "I'm sorry I didn't get an invitation."
Gracel nodded. "No papa" he answered.
"Will the fish get married?" asked Xaviel who was behind her mommy.