Cobaan. It (surely) comes in different faces.
Saat hidup jauh di perantauan, tanpa orang tua dan saudara, the least we expected is to get ill. Apalagi, kalau yang sakit itu anak.
Campur aduk rasanya.
Sakit yang awalnya we didn’t even notice.. But it turned out quite serious.
Harus bolak balik ke dokter sampe 3x dalam waktu 1 minggu, ditambah akhirnya dirujuk ke bagian anak di rumah sakit.. Tadinya masih predictable.
Lalu akhirnya, dirujuk lagi ke bagian lain karena katanya the case needs some serious and specific treatment.. Mulai sedikit panik.
Then in a sudden, you are faced with a woman in white coat, having to sign a letter requiring you to give her the authority to do some small surgery on your child..your little girl…
Yaaa Rabbi…. :’
And in no time.. You have to leave your little girl alone in a room with some ‘strangers’ in green masks and coats, while she was shouting and calling out your name, over again, asking you to hold her..
Not being able to do anything, you were outside the room with your husband..and all you can hear was your little girl’s voice..crying and yelling..telling all the ‘strangers’ to stop ‘touching’ her..
Surely she’s in pain..
I bursted into tears.
At that exact moment, a voice running in your head, “I just wish I could replace her place to bare the pain..”
Afterwards, you come home with bottles of antibiotic, post-surgery treatment that should be consumed within 7 days. That little body…
She kept crying, she’s in trauma.. The wound wrappers were covered in sweat and started to fall off, while that woman in white coat told you that it needs to be covered, every-single-time.
But she kept crying.. Not letting me or her father re-wrap or even touch her unwrapped wound..
She has to consume the antibiotic soon after she had her meal..but she kept crying.. Not wanting to eat anything, to chew anything, afraid that it would affect the wrapped wounds on her neck..
Beri kekuatan dan kesabaran Yaa Allah.. :’
Beri kesembuhan dan kesehatan pada anakku….