Heart Stethoscope
Nine

The news about Dad was the hardest blow for me. My mind always wanted to go home, to fall out, and not focus. Even during drama practice after college, Aron and other players several times reprimanded me who often misdialogue and daydream a lot.

After practicing the drama, I spoke up the reason why I wasn't focused today? Why do I dream so much today? I also asked Aron for permission to go home first because he wanted to see Galih's doctor and consult about Dad's illness.

Aron was still silent, either wanting to let me go or not. While the other members of the group were also completely unhelpful, it was just that the war-torn bellows started fluttering as Anjani loudly assumed.

"Lo can't play permission, Na. We don't have much time. We have to really die if not everything is destroyed" he said as if he had no conscience.

Fucking lo!

I try not to get hooked. Anjani is selfish. Not concerned with the feelings of others, all just have to go according to his will. And that's super shitty.

"That's a big idea when you say it!" I can't really control my emotions. I've been very nervous about his behavior all this time. "Denger ya, Jan, I don't care about my value E though. I can change grades, but my father's life will have no replacement. Take a good note on your forehead" point me to his forehead.

He's mumbling.

While I glanced at Aron. Look at him full of pain. "Ron, I'm sorry. I love my dad more than this job. The decision is in your hands. Please change my role as well. But this is very precarious, Ron. My father has a serious illness" I said, with sadness and tears in my eyes.

Almost Aron voiced before being cut by Anjani with a haughty tone. "Na, whose name is the doctor can not be found if you do not make an appointment first."

Scoundrel. He managed to get me to put out a harsh sentence. Please, give me ten lions to scratch Anjani's face.

My hands were firmly clenched next to the stitches of the jeans I was wearing. My nyalang eyes looked at him, while the one stared at his expression was very relaxed. "Jan, try to position yourself as me. When you find out your father is seriously ill, what will you do? Will you be caged until your father really can not survive? You're gonna shut up until your dad dies? Unfortunately, my brain is not that bad. My parents' health is the most precious thing to me."

My chest went up and down after screaming.

Silent.

There is no defense from Anjani. Even Aron did not make a sound.

"I cut sorry." Finally Bowo broke the silence. Me and the others turned towards Bowo who was sitting next to me. "This time I agree with Nana. I also if he is in a position he will certainly do anything for the sake of healing. And lo, Jan. Try to be more human being. Put the brain on the head not in your lashes that shakarnya more than the lashes anti-badinya Syahrini."

Most of the group members giggled withholding laughter over Bowo's last sentence. Only me and Jani don't laugh.

Bowo grabbed my shoulder. An embrace that signals support. "While I'm not the leader here, I'm authorized to make it to the hospital."

What I originally thought was micin generation, Bowo was the most caring.

My smile finally broke. He stood facing Bowo. "Thank you, Wo. I'm saying goodbye."

Taking wide steps I walked towards the main door of Aron's house. No matter what Anjani says and care about my duty anymore. Your recovery is more important than anything.

"Na, wait! Nana!" Aron managed to intercept my steps when he reached the porch of his house. He blocked my arm but I threw it away quickly.

"Otherwise? Lo mending take care of Chelsea Islan there!" I looked at him in anger.

"Gue as the head of the group is concerned about the trials that have befallen your family. May your father be healed."

"Thank you for your mercy. But I don't need it," I said.

Aron looks frustrated. He sighed while rubbing his face. "Gue also apologized about Jani's words."

I've guessed.

"Oh, great. So you're now also the lackey? He's the one who's insistent, why are you apologizing?"

"Gue leader here, Na," he replied quickly. His eyes were ice cold.

I smiled at it. "Alright, Paketu. Unfortunately, just the same thing Jani said. I'm saying goodbye."

Turn around, and leave the house of Aron in which there is a cursed man who does not know how to empathize.

Accompanied by Rani, I went to the hospital where Galih's doctor worked. Trying to talk to the receptionist.

"I'm sorry, did you make an appointment with Galih's doctor?" ask receptionist.

I looked at Rani, then shook my head at the receptionist who was serving my arrival.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, if you don't have an appointment we can't allow you to see Galih's doctor. Today Galih's doctor also has a schedule for surgery."

Why so complicated?

"Sus, please this is urgent. Doctor Galih knows me too." I kept trying to persuade, but the receptionist staff shook their heads with a smile.

"Sus, I beg you!" I'm pasting.

"Can't, Ma'am. It's part of the hospital procedure. If Mbak wants to see Galih's doctor, previously Mbak must have an appointment with him first." After that I was just ignored. He served other guests.

My shoulders sagged weakly, lucky Rani continued to embrace my shoulders. He invited me to sit in the waiting chair.

"Quiet, Na. Patience. I also became a sad follower," his great-grandson as he rubbed my shoulder slowly.

I turned to look at Rani with fret. Fragile mind, erratic heart. "How can I calm down, Ran. Dad's illness isn't playing games, Ran. I had a rectal tumor. I swear, if I knew the science, I'd have my own surgery."

"Na, be patient." Rani clenched her embrace, her head leaning on my shoulder and she sobbed.

I hugged Rani, asking for her support. I don't understand why the trials that have to befall my family are so hard. "Gue is scared, Ran. I'm afraid Dad was called to God before he saw my success, before he saw me get married, before..."

"Sstttt already, Na. Don't proceed. Your father will be healed, Na. You have to believe, you can't break your prayers. Lo have to keep doain your father." Rani's trying to encourage me. "Udah dong, Na. Don't cry on. I'm following the glass."

Removing the rest of the tears, trying to regulate the breathing that falters.

"Try to find her intagram, Na. Online time only. I opened IG first. Whose name is doctor Galih?" Rani straightened her body as her head got the idea.

Why didn't I think about sending him DM first. But, I don't know what doctor Galih's instagram is?

"Don't know," my great-grandson was sad.

"I don't know, did he give you biodata. There is an automatic full name," replied Rani.

"Galih Prasetya," I said. I remember the first two words of his name. The last word I forgot.

"Okay, I'm trying to find."

Rani opens her phone, clicks on the instagram app and starts searching for the name Galih Prasetya.

"Well, whose name is Galih Prasetya a thousand people, Na. I'm confused. Just Galih Prasetya his name?"

"There's one more word, but I forgot." My sorrow back cannot be contained.

"Okay, you calm down. I'm trying to open one by one from this account."

Rani is very caring. It's not wrong if I'm friendly with him from the beginning. Because Rani has a high sense of sensitivity and care.

"Galih Prasetya Wijaya, Na?" exciting Rani. He showed me his cell phone that was on. "Isn't that Dr Galih?" tanyanya.

"Alhamdulillah."

"DMnya use aja lo account, Na. Let it not be complicated," proposed Rani who I immediately nodded. Soon I opened the instagram app, looking for Galih's doctor's name.

@Naditya_nana

Doc, it's Nana. Sorry if I disturbed you. When does the doctor have time? I want a consultation.

I hope there will be an answer from him soon. But, that hope was almost wiped out after I waited an hour without any reply either.

"No reply, Ran," my great-grandson was sad.

"Maybe he's busy, Na. We look for food first yuk, who knows while eating there is a reply from doctor Galih.

I nodded, then received a helping hand from Rani who asked me to stand up.

As of late afternoon, doctor Galih has not even replied to my DM. I sighed heavily while changing my sleeping position to lie sideways, my eyes could not be seen looking at the DM column on Instagram.

"Patience, Na. Duh, I can only give you spirit." I don't know how many times Rani's been patient with me?

"Yes, Ran. Ask her to pray for your recovery."

Rani who was sleeping next to me nodded definitely. "Sure, Na. I doain, I hope there is the best solution for your father. So he'll be healthy again."

"Aamiinu. Thanks, Ran, make it support."

"That's what temen is, Na." Rani's words ended with a sincere smile.

Ting.

A notification appeared, I immediately jumped up in excitement. Reply from Doctor Galih.

"Jeez, Ran. Bales."

"Alhamdulillah, try to open it, Na." Rani is no less hysterical.

I quickly opened a reply from Doctor Galih.

@galiih.setya

My weekend is free. What do you want a consultation for?

"Well, weekend, Ran." My spirit that began to rise, is now coming down again.

"Grandfather, Na. Two more days."

"okay." I immediately typed a reply for doctor Galih.

@Naditya_nana

Sure, Doc. I want to talk about a rectal tumor. My father had recently been diagnosed with a rectal tumor (what it was including a malignant tumor.

@galiih.setya

Not necessarily, Na. It could be just a polyp or a benign tumor. You don't panic, calm down, do a deeper examination first. The day after tomorrow I am free. I'll call him for his meeting place

@Naditya_nana

Seriously, Doc?

@galiih.setya

Ja. Keep up the spirit, Na. Observe and do the action from now on for his father

@Naditya_nana

Yes, Doc. That's why I want to consult with Dr. Galih

@galiih.setya

Later I will tell you the place of his meeting

@Naditya_nana

Thanks, Dok^^

There was no reply from him, maybe he was busy. But, at least he accepted my invitation to meet even though he had to wait the day after tomorrow.

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