Among the Million Love
Chapter 2 ~Living Daily Life

dr. ARINDYA ROMANCE, SP.A.

The rectangular nameplate I put on my right chest in my white coat. A pride in my hard work so far to achieve my goals since long ago.

Mama and Papa never limit my dreams, they are happy with all my achievements without forcing anything on me. There's only one request I'm less fond of when Mama starts asking 'When are you getting married, Dysa?',

'Mama and Papa want to see your grandson',

'When do you have a boyfriend and come to propose?'.

And other questions.

I am grateful to still be able to hear the question even Mama's nagging that sometimes Papa also supports Mama even though the sentence that Papa uses is softer than Mama. Yes, while my parents were still alive as much as I could banish my anger and fury.

My mother was chatty, she was a housewife and the chairman of (almost all) community organizations in the city where she lived. My mother is a typical woman who is proactive so that it is easy to do blusukan action and have a great influence in community life. If I ask you, is Mama not tired or troubled? Mama replied ‘From no work.’ Hahaha~

While Papa is an entrepreneur on the An-Nur foundation, which is an educational foundation and orphanage. According to Mama's story, Papa used to be a prosecutor in the state court, but Papa who has not been a civil servant decided to build his own foundation. And because of Papa's sincerity to help the homeless and improve the quality of education of street children, papa's good determination was well received by the local government and mobilized donors to donate.

As a result, the Papa Foundation became more advanced and now not only street children who attend school there, but the children of officials to foreign countries arrived. Papa who always put forward the loyalty of education for the sake of the advancement of intelligent human thought in the future makes many people interested in getting an education in the school of Papa.

~Dysa is proud of you, Pa, Ma.

****

“Good morning Pa, Ma!” I shouted as I descended from the second-floor stairs.

“August, Son. Tidy early in the morning like this?” Papa spoke after sipping his cup of green tea.

“Iya, dong. Dysa~” Selorohku clinched my shirt collar. Papa laughed, not long ago Mama approached.

“Dys, eat first before going to the hospital.” Mama gave me two pieces of my favorite butter-laced toast.

“Ehh, you don't make-up huh?” Suddenly Mama asked by linking her two eyebrows.

“Why, Ma? Does Dysa look pale? Though Dysa uses the same moizturizer compact powder as usual kok.” I mirrored on a shiny white plate in front of me.

“You have no color, try wearing color lipstick lighted.” My mother's advice this morning.

“Dysa disposable lipbalm coke, Ma. It's peach color, according to Dysa's age. Natural, no menor.” I answered, I know where Mom's talking is going.

“That's High School makeup, you're an adult. Not your age anymore if you still want to look like that.” Say Mama.

“Means Mama?”

“Yes where there are adult men who are interested in the look of a girl model like you.” Cecar Mom.

“Mama..” Papa.

“Dysa is no longer looking for a grown man, Ma." I said without sin.

“Yes, Mama, you get married, Dys. You're Mama's youngest child. Mama wants what's best for you, while you're young, beautiful, and educated you won't miss a chance to get a handsome, established man." The purpose of Mama's conversation was revealed as well.

“And faith yes, Ma.” Papa added.

“Hard Ma if you look for something like Mama and Papa want. That is, if it turns out that the choice of Dysa is not in accordance with the expectations of Mama and Papa, does Mama Papa still want marriage? Although not in line with the expectations of Mama and Papa?” I said, not forgetting that I always spoke softly to my parents.

“Just bring your girlfriend here, mama, see what she looks like first. If it doesn't fit, Mama will-“

"Ma, Dysa doesn't want to be betrothed!" I attacked Mama's words before she finished them. For a long time I will be provoked by emotions and also reject the insistence of Mama in the morning like this.

“Ma, B. Dysa depart yes, today there is a schedule of morning checks.” I kissed both of them's hands.

“Be careful yes.” Papa's.

“Iya, Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumussalam warahmatullah,” Mama and Papa return my greetings.

****

As usual, a sparkling pure white coat was attached to my body. I have been awaited by the length of the queue of parents by bringing their children each. I published a smile to all who were sitting in line waiting in the lobby.

“The doctor has arrived!”

“That doctor Dysa has come.”

There was a cheerful rumble of joy at my arrival, I was happy to get the welcome of parents who are optimistic about the health of their children who incidentally there are problems in their children.

I open a journal of the names of patients who have registered in line, quite a lot because today is a special day of general examination.

“Ti, call the patient first order." I ordered Tati, like a professional doctor, I have a doctor's assistant. Look at the man, a nurse who was interning at this hospital and got the job of helping me with my job.

“Good, doc.”

Come my first little patient with his mother,

“Hello... Right with Ivan's deck huh? Good morning,” I asked a boy who carried his mother.

“Iya right, morning also bu doctor.” His mother answered.

“Haii... Where does it hurt, baby?” I moved the boy's wrist.

“What does it feel like, Bu?” I asked his mother kindly.

“This doc, lately my son complained of pain and dizziness on his head, and also said his legs also hurt, maybe meaning achy. He says it every morning or after school.” The mother of the boy named Ivan.

I nodded and asked, then,

“How old is he?”

“Five years, doc.”

I got up, then patted the gurney behind me.

“Alright, let's sleep here. Let the doctor check first huh?”

“No, don't want. Not going, Mama. Arrh!!" The boy screamed.

“Ivan, Ivan.. Calm down baby, calm down. Doctor ma'am won't bite you, nor inject you.” I said gently stroking the back of the boy named Ivan.

“Bu doctor won't inject Ivan?” I shook my head lovingly.

When I put a stethoscope on his chest, blood suddenly came out of his nose. His heart rate was unstable, his body felt cold, his eyes were misty, his skin color was pale greenish, his headaches were being ignored, aches in his joints, plus blood coming from his nose. I've been able to diagnose this boy's disease.

“Tati, please take tissue and clear the misty.” I said as calmly as possible, so that the mother would not worry.

“What is this first time nosebleed on Ivan, Mom?” I asked.

“Heum, it used to happen several times when he was four years old. I checked it into a clinic near home, he said it was common for children due to fatigue and weather changes.” Bright mother.

“My son is fine right, doc?” This time his mother asked along with Ivan who came with Tati who was carrying him.

“Did his father come here?” Anticipating the possibility that the mother did not accept what I was going to say.

"Nothing, we're divorced. My son is fine, isn't he, doc?" The young mother demanded immediate clarity.

“Please excuse me in advance. According to my diagnosis, the mother's child has leukemia. But, more details we can do a blood test in the laboratory to confirm it.” My word.

The mother in front of me was crying and asked, asking,

“When can the test be done?”

“Mom can make an appointment with doctor Andre, a cancer specialist. He's on duty tomorrow. You can consult him, the sooner the better.” I clearly.

“Good, doc. Thank you.” Said a young mother in front of me.

“Sama-sama, Mom. Keep up the optimism and think positive ya Bu.”

“Bu doctor, thank you yes.” Said little Ivan.

“Iya, darling. Ivan great boy yes, spirit!!” I clenched my finger in the air, the boy followed.

“Pity yes Ma'am, innocent and cheerful son Ivan turns out to have an unexpected disease.” Tati looked pityfully at Ivan's step out of the room.

“Betul, Ti. But there must be a silver lining. Allah is All-Good, All-Fair. Yes, let's call the next patient.” Tell me, then Tati comes out and calls the next patient.

Being a doctor to children, the sinless being is a million flavors and surprises. Proud to interact with the holy-hearted little angels and those I meet every day.

the Heart of Dysa