Bitter Tongue In-Law
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"Mom, Dad, what happened? How could Arga be in a coma? Was he in an accident?" Nuna immediately threw a question as her foot reached the front of the ICU room. Both of his parents were sitting together with an indecipherable face.

"No. Her mother said that Arga had a headache the last few days, sometimes an upset stomach too. He didn't want to check, because he felt he just needed a break. But the more it gets here the more it hurts. Last time before he was taken to the hospital, he complained of severe headaches and ended up unconscious. Once taken to the hospital, it turns out Arga's blood pressure is also high. And tragically, the blood vessels in the head have also broken. So we can just pray. Very little chance Arga to return healthy. Doctors say mental health factors are also an influence with Arga's condition that suddenly worsens. Too much thought for any kind of illness is not good. Arga turns out without her mother's knowledge to have a history of high blood."

Nuna shut her mouth because of her open reflexes when she learned how bad Arga was. When viewed from the physical changes Arga's body is very changed. But he never really thought that way.

"Well, when's the coma, Dad?" Bian asked.

"Before you were married. He also did not realize at all, before unconscious right at home, Arga had said that his mother wanted to meet Cashel. That was the last word from him. But his mom just came to the house today and Dad called you earlier."

"Where is Bu Ningsih now?"

"Inside, come in, but change."

Cashel who had been silent since just watching the parents talk finally opened his voice because he who did not really understand the pain of the father.

"What is a coma?"

Everyone looked down at Cashel. Bian then squatted down, "The coma is like sleeping. Cashel will see for himself, yes, Daddy's sleep. Let me be accompanied by my mother. Talk to me later and wake up again."

"Daddy can hear me talking? I'm going to sleep."

"Can, I'll hear it from here." Bian touched Cashel's chest, "From the heart."

The little boy just nodded in understanding. Not long after, the door of the room opened. Bu Ningsih came out with very swollen eyes. Surely he had been crying for days to see his son who was just waiting for time to return home to the Supreme Owner of life.

The woman looked at Bian and Nuna alternately. There was no expression there, only the soft eyes he was showing. Shortly after, he left the front door and sat in the waiting room. He was like a body that only breathed without feeling.

I don't know, no matter how much Nuna hates someone, as bad as anyone else is to her, if you see that person crushed in front of her eyes, pity and concern still appeared in his inner little heart.

The one-child woman sat next to her former mother-in-law. He looked at the wrinkled face that used to be so agonizing for his inner birth. All the bad memories again danced before his eyes.

Losing, really never caught up in his mind would be like this in the end. Was this the answer to the prayer he had ever prayed? The same prayer every day as he faced the harshness of the world alone.

Nuna clenched her mouth while staring at the ceiling of the hospital to hold back tears that almost plunged. He knew the destruction of Bu Ningsih from every word that came out. The pain must have been more painful than he felt, the woman's mind.

"I'd rather hear my angry Arga than get me this way. Come in, Nuna, she's dying to see your son."

Nuna was about to say a word, but the touch on her shoulder caused her to stop to open her voice. He looked at Bian, and the man gestured for him to go into Arga's room in the care.

"Honey, let's see Dad," asked Nuna to hold the child.

Once in the room, he felt that he did not see the state of Arga. Some medical devices stuck in his body.

"Dad, I'm coming. What sick dad? Why did Grandma say you weren't awake? Are you angry with Grandma? He said he wanted to see me, right? If you want to see me, you should come home, not sleep. My mommy's dad's in a dream, huh? Now I'm here, Dad. Said Dad wanted to meet the niece of Daddy with my sister. You should have known me to my sister too, when I didn't know my own sister? Grandma nangisin Daddy, tuh. He said I haven't had a bath, haven't eaten or drunk. Are you hungry, aren't you thirsty? You wake up if you love me."

Nuna sobbed in silence, indeed she could not hear Cashel's simple words that made her heart ache. Seeing Arga's condition like this, he finally knew why Bu Ningsih looked like a lump of flesh that was only given a breath. It is very visible that he has lost Arga even though his body and his son are still nearby.

"Dad don't love me, Mom? Why don't you wake up?"

"Dad again cape, patience, yes, son. Later if Dad has lost his cap, I'll wake up."

Wake up for a while, Arga. Wake up for your mother and child. If it's still strong, don't go first. If you want to go, get up first. Take care of your mother and son.

Arga looks like she shed her tears. Nuna's reflexes wiped those tears away with a stinging feeling. There was no longer any sense of what was there for Arga, but seeing him who was now lying helpless certainly made him feel sorrow as well.

Shortly after Nuna wiped away the clear liquid that had fallen in the corner of Arga's eyes, the man's sense of sight moved slightly and he slowly opened his eyes. He had trouble opening both his eyes.

"Son, you're here first, yeah. You talk to Dad, Dad's eyes move, he wants to wake up. I'll call the doctor first."

Wake up to heal, Arga. Not for pampering.

Nuna muttered inwardly as she walked out of the room.