Bitter Tongue In-Law
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Everyone gathered inside the ICU room shortly after Nuna called the doctor. Arga was indeed conscious from the coma, this is a miracle of God considering his severe condition and the possibility to be conscious is very thin.

"Arga, it's Mom, son. You heard me talking, right? Where does it hurt? Tell Mom." Bu Ningsih stroked lovingly the cheek of the child.

Just this time Nuna saw Bu Ningsih as a human who had sadness and was at the lowest point. He saw Arga who did not respond to anything. Only his eyes opened while staring at the ceiling of his ward.

"Arga why stay quiet? What do you want? You don't want me to make you take Cashel, do you? All right, I'll do it. I will not force you and press you to take your child. I will accept your decision not to marry and not fight for what I say. But you have to heal, whatever you want I will do, but you have to heal first. Remember Arga, I only have you, son. Whose mother would you go with? You promised you wouldn't leave Mom. You have to keep your promise. Arga, please answer Mom's request."

Arga seemed to want to say something, but it looked very difficult. It looks very painful when Arga tries to open his voice.

"Bu Ningsih, maybe Arga wants to see his son. Give him a chance to get closer to Cashel" suggested Mr. Lukman with caution.

Bu Ningsih shifted her body slightly without answering. He brought Cashel closer to his father. He put the little boy near Arga's head. His eyes were almost crying to see his father's true condition he did not know much why his father became like that.

"Cashel was talking to me. Tell me that Cashel has come to see Dad. Whisper in his ear" asked Mr. Lukman.

Cashel said that although he did not know what impact he would have when he said that, he whispered the words that his grandfather had suggested.

Cashel drew closer to his ear, "Dad, I'm here, I came to look at Dad. He said he wanted to see me. Let's have a chat."

Shortly from Cashel's whisper, Arga's hand was slightly raised and felt where the boy was. Bu Ningsih who understood the movement of the child guided Arga's hand to reach Cashel's head.

As soon as the hand reached the child's head, no words came out of it, only Arga's hand seemed to force itself to move gently stroking the child's head just the way.

Slowly, Arga's breathing began to irregular, medical devices to detect the heartbeat also slowly changed. Everyone was panicking, fortunately there was still a doctor in the room. The bespectacled male doctor had already predicted this would happen in the near future. That is why he asked all family members to enter the room.

Shortly after the doctor was about to check the state of Arga, the heart rate detection device changed the line into a straight line with a loud enough sound.

"Dad why?" ask Cashel who he knows.

Nuna then shifted her son's body so that doctors could freely handle her ex-husband.

"Doctor, why did it come off? Do not let go, later my child can not breathe," shouted Bu Ningsih saw Arga breathing apparatus was lifted and closed Arga's eyes are still open.

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi. Sorry, the patient is home. We mourn, Mother and others who are steadfast, yes. This is God's path." The doctor turned to look at her sister. "Sus, take care of the bodies, yeah!" later orders.

Bu Ningsih was instantly hysterical as he hugged the body of his son covered in white cloth all over his body.

"Arga, you haven't eaten. You're from yesterday sleeping, don't joke. It's not funny, I'm mad at you, Arga. Let's get up first, you said you want to find a gift for Nuna's marriage to Bian. Let's drop off, what do you want to find? Come on, kid get up first. It's okay you came late, so Mom later apologized to Nuna. Look, Nuna is here, Arga. Cashel too, you haven't talked to him. You want me to change too, right? You want me to apologize to Nuna for Mom's past mistakes, right? All right, I'll apologize. But you have to wake up, I don't want to apologize if you sleep on. Let's get up, Arga. The doctor will think you are dead if you do not open your eyes. I'm mad, Arga!"

All those who were there could not help but hold back tears as Bu Ningsih said the long sentence. Nuna's mother approached and tried to give her a soothing touch. Seeing Bu Ningsih who might now have his heart broken melted makes him feel like he had felt the heart of Bu Ningsih who had become a piece.

"Nuna, please wake him up. Maybe he'll look after you. Or if not you, son. Cashel, I will definitely hear your words, son. Get Dad up." Bu Ningsih felt weak and finally unable to hold his body a second time, he sat on the floor with a sobbing that sliced his heart.

"Mother, did you sleep and not wake up again? Why is Grandma crying like that? Why is Dad's body all shut down? I can't breathe, Mom."

"Darling, I've had a good night's sleep. Can't be disturbed anymore. I'm not gonna wake up, I'm home. Dad, it's time to rest. So now, we're gonna go with Dad until he gets home to his new house. From now on, we can only send prayers to Dad. Every time we pray, we pray for Dad. Hopefully Dad fits right on the way home, his journey illuminated by the same lights. Can, right?" Nuna wiped away her son's tears.

"So I can't see Dad anymore? No one's going to play every afternoon?"

Nuna let out a heavy sigh, "Mainly the same as Father Bian, yes Son."

"But I just met Dad. Why is he leaving me again?"