When Love Should Determine
Chapter 127

"Entik, when are we allowed to go home? I can't wait to see our son's face. Lookie! my boobs are sick because they haven't been put in a prick."

Larissa had been in the hospital for five days and had not seen her son since she was born. He was eager to give his first ASI.

"Patience first! I also want to see our son like you. But how else."

The door opened, a nurse entered the room to perform a routine morning check. Seeing that, Larissa did not waste the opportunity to ask. "When am I allowed to go home, ma'am? it's been five days I've been here" he asked as the nurse finished her work.

"Patience first, ma'am. Wait for the results of the swab test to come out first" replied the nurse friendly.

"When do the test results come out?."

"It should be today, but as it is now a national holiday so no doctor is on duty at all."

Larissa sighed listlessly. This day does coincide with the Maulid of the Prophet Muhammad, which means all institutions of the holiday. "But I can see my son, can't I? I want to give ASI to her," she asked again.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, that can't be done either. Yesterday I explained what the risks were."

"But my breasts until hardened because it was not immediately inserted, mbak. My body has also been struggling since yesterday."

"Try the mother milking her breast and compress the mother's breast with warm water. Maybe this could ease the mother's pain."

"That's what I've done, ma'am, but the result remains the same."

Larissa kept begging the nurse to be allowed to breastfeed her child for a moment. But the nurse remained steadfast in rejecting Larissa's wishes. "Once again I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't let you see the baby. This is hospital policy."

Larissa sighed resignedly, forced to swallow disappointment again because it did not succeed in seducing nurses to give permission to breastfeed her goods for a moment. But he realized, after all, it was also for the good of him and the baby himself.

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The next day after breakfast Hamzah was asked to see an officer in the Administration department. Without wasting any time Hamzah immediately went down and towards the indicated section.

Desas desus that developed among the patients, today there are six patients who will be discharged. Larissa hopes anxious and pray hopefully is one of the patients who will be repatriated.

Time continued to roll, the morning turned to noon, and even the sun increasingly burned the earth. But Hamzah has not returned from the administration and brought news of his return. The families of the other patients have returned since.

Larissa's body was lethargic, almost she cried because she felt the hope of going home today was getting thinner. But suddenly the door opened and Hamzah appeared from behind the door.

Larissa cheered inwardly. Her wish that had been dashed was now back again with the arrival of her husband. Especially when her husband said that he was allowed to go home today.

"Can I really go home today?" larissa asked as if she could not believe the good news Hamzah had told her.

"Yes, right!" answer Hamzah. "Eat him now you get all our stuff done and get ready. I'm going to the nursery to take care of our son's administration."

Larissa smiled happily. "Good! I'll pack up soon. You take care of everything and come back quickly. I can't wait to hold my baby" she said impatiently.

Hamzah chuckled at his wife's impatience. He passed again after making sure his wife could clean up her own things.

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The officer asked Hamzah to copy some filing files so that the baby can be covered also by the insurance that covers all the costs of Larissa's labor. That's why Hamzah searched here and there to do what he was asked.

Hamzah sighed resignedly, he was tired of walking but did not also manage to find a place that provides photocopy services. He went back to the administration and said what it was.

"Yes here, sir the file was. Let me print again" said the administrative department officer.

Hamzah handed back the dossier he had brought earlier to the officer with a bad heart. "Do you know why I asked to photocopy? Why not just from now? You know, I don't have to be tired of walking long distances."

The officer prints the file once more and hands it to Hamzah. "Now you bring this file to the health insurance office in front of this hospital to be processed immediately."

"This time I hope you really try. Otherwise, forced baby father can not come home now, or father must give some money as a guarantee that later the money will be returned again if the insurance company already wants to cover the baby father."

Hamzah nodded and walked back towards the building in question. When she arrived at the hospital, another nurse called her name.

Hamzah approached the nurse and asked, "What's the matter, can you call me? Are there any files left behind?."

"It's not like that, but I want to ask, do you want to go to the insurance office in front?."

"Yes, ma'am!" answer Hamzah briefly.

"It's saturday, sir. Usually the insurance office does not.mau serve on Saturday."

Hamzah's body was limp for a moment, his bones were like they were being stripped from his body. "Then how should I?" tanyanya.

For the upper class, they must immediately choose to give some money when the officer said it earlier rather than having to go back and forth to cover insurance. Because for them money is not a problem.

But for the lower middle class like Hamzah, money is something that must be really used as well as possible. That is why he tries his best so that the money he has can be used for other purposes.

"Try here the file. I'm trying to help from here. I just pray good luck" he reached out.

Hamzah seemed hesitant to provide the file, worried that he would be asked for some money afterwards.

The nurse understood Hamzah's doubts. He said, "So calm down! I sincerely help father. I make sure there will be no charges later. I just feel sorry to see you tired of pacing around and around from earlier. I salute the persistence you showed me. That's why I'm being moved to help."

Hearing the words of nurse Hamzah smiled with relief. It turns out that there is still good in the midst of the harshness of city life. He immediately handed over the file he had brought. "This, ma'am, the file."

The nurse took the file and immediately fiddled with the computer in front of him. And after some time he handed the file to Hamzah again. "This, sir the file. Please take him to the administration in the baby's room. Now your baby has been successfully covered by the insurance."

Hamzah smiled happily at the nurse's words. "Thank you very much for your help, ma'am. May God repay all the good today."

"Amen..."

Hamzah took the file and immediately headed to the administration section in the nursery.