Reveal Truth

Farah had been taking care of Athaya, her mama and Dayyan all day. Fatigue seemed to be hanging over her shoulders and waist. Not to mention, Athaya, who was more fussy than usual, was quite emotionally draining for the young mother. Farah had just fallen asleep when her subconscious suddenly woke her up. In her sleep, she heard her only daughter crying and yelling. As a mother, her reflexes kicked in immediately. "Athaya, what's wrong with you, dear?" She touched Athaya's forehead. Her daughter had a fever. Her neck, chest, armpits, back, abdomen were all touched and examined. There were no bruises or rashes. "Ma, Ma, Ma ...." Athaya mumbled incoherently. Farah took the thermometer and put it in her daughter's armpit. Soon, it beeped and she checked it, 38 degrees Celsius. "It hurts, dear. Be patient. I'll get a compress first." Farah, who has been used to dealing with her sick daughter for a long time, tries to relieve her fever. Doctor's prescription febrifuge, temperature check, and giving water regularly when Athaya woke up. "Drink first, son. Let it cool down." "No, Ma. It's hot, it hurts." "Yes, but drink a little first so it will heal," Farah coaxed. Athaya refused but Farah continued to persuade her so that her daughter would not get dehydrated. Farah looked at the wall clock in their room. "It's still morning, hopefully tomorrow the fever will subside. How come she suddenly has this fever, what's wrong, kiddo? The check-up and chemotherapy schedule is still a week away." Farah thought hard. She had always taken good care of Athaya's food and drink. She also supervised her daughter so she wouldn't play too far and get tired. However, no matter how much she took care of her, there were always things that made her daughter drop without being prevented. "Pa, Papa! Wake up first, Papa. Athaya has a high fever." Farah shook her husband's arm. Dayyan just moaned and went back to sleep. "Oh my God, Pa. You, this. It's really hard to wake up. Athaya's fever hasn't gone down yet." Dayyan squirmed slightly as his wife patted his face forcefully. Dayyan tried to get up but he groaned instead. "Ouch, Ma. Papa hurts all over, Ma. Can't get up. I have aches and pains." Farah was startled and felt her husband's body, the same heat coming off his skin. "Oh my God, Papa. I told you yesterday to see a doctor or a masseuse. How come you're so stubborn. That's why, don't be a hero, help people, get beaten up, you know, the feeling." "I'm sorry, Papa, Ma." Dayyan's tone sounded apologetic. Farah was actually confused about Athaya's condition, so she became upset and grumbled to her husband. In a panic, she finally went to wake up her mother. "Mom, Mom! Athaya has a fever, Mom. Dayyan too." After calling out to her mother, Septin's bedroom door finally opened. "What's wrong, Farah?" asked Septin while yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Athaya and her papa, Ma!" "The story is slow." Septin suspected that something had happened to her granddaughter and son-in-law which caused Farah to come crying in panic. "Athaya has been running a fever since two in the morning, her papa woke her up too and turned out to be sick and running a fever. I'm afraid there's something wrong with them. What should Farah do, Ma?" "I'll check first." Septin took Farah to their room. Athaya was the first to be checked. Then Dayyan. "Dayyan, can you hear me?" "Yes, Ma." Dayyan tried to fight the pain in his body and sat up. "Farah, why are Dayyan and Athaya like this?" "Papa got into a fight with a thug yesterday, Ma." "Oh my! Dayyan! You're the head of the household, right? You're not working properly, you're fighting with thugs again. Don't you remember you have a wife and children?" "I'm sorry Dayyan, Mom." "Sorry, sorry, there's no point in apologizing. Money is more useful than apologies!" Septin scolded her daughter-in-law. "Then, why did my grandson come to this?" "Athaya doesn't know why." "She must have been playing outside." Farah shook her head. "You didn't make a mistake in feeding her, did you?" "No, Ma. Unless--" Farah suddenly remembered something. "Except what?" "In the afternoon, I finished taking a bath, Athaya came too and she played in the cold water for too long." "Ouch, what are you doing. You already know your child is sickly, but you don't take care of her properly." "Yes, I'm tired, Mom. Taking care of this and that." "Just make excuses, if you're already sick like this, what can you do? " "I'm confused, Ma." Farah went back and forth anxiously checking on Athaya and her husband. Septin was thinking hard. "Just order an online taxi, Ma. Let Papa take you too." "You're sick, aren't you?" "It's okay, Ma. He's still strong. Farah quickly grabbed her cell phone. "Just use Papa's cell phone, Ma. " her husband suddenly spoke despite hiding his pain. "Yes, Dad." Farah immediately opened the online car app. After a few minutes of waiting, someone finally accepted. Farah and Dayyan finally brought Athaya to the hospital accompanied by Septin. Even so, Farah was still filled with anxiety. Moreover, Athaya never opened her eyes. Farah felt anxious because Athaya wouldn't open her eyes. "Honey, hang in there. We love you, son." "Mama must be strong because Athaya is a strong child." Dayyan held his wife's shoulder who was crying bitterly. "This is the result of being a bad husband and father. Instead of finding a job and taking good care of your child. Instead, you wander around on a beat-up motorcycle and play with thugs. How long do you want to live like that, Dayyan? Do you want to make my grandson die first?" Septin snapped. Dayyan just looked down. Upon arrival at the emergency room, Athaya was immediately treated. Moreover, she was listed as a Leukemia patient. "Doc, please save my daughter!" pleaded Athaya. "We will try, ma'am." Farah finally calmed down. After some time passed, the doctor came out followed by a nurse. "Doctor, how is our daughter?" "Alhamdulillah, Athaya has passed the critical period. Fortunately she was treated immediately, if it was too late it might have had bad consequences." "Thank you, Doctor. Please do whatever is best for Athaya's recovery." Athaya and Dayyan breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, Mrs. Farah. We will do our best. Please excuse us." Farah approached Athaya who was lying on the gurney. She wept for her daughter. Some time passed again. It was Athaya's turn to be moved to the treatment room. "Princess Athaya's parents, for the treatment room, what class do you want?" asked a female nurse. "Sister, give us the best room and facilities, Sus, if necessary VVIP. " Dayyan pleaded. "Dayyan, the best facilities and treatment for your bald! VVIP? Where will the money come from? I've run out of money. You can't even afford to eat. You have to sell your house to pay for your medical expenses and your living expenses. Class 3 only, so you can use Sister's BPJS" "Yes, ma'am. We will prepare it." The nurse walked away. "But, Ma. I feel bad for Athaya if she doesn't get the best," Farah interrupted after the nurse left. "Just be realistic. What else do you want to sell now? It's all gone for you guys. Mama has no money. You even rent a house." Dayyan didn't move. "That's why you should find a good job, Dayyan. Let your wife's children have the best facilities." Farah looked down sadly. Her heart wanted to defend her husband. However, she realized that her mother's words were right. Farah was sad that her husband was being blamed in public. However, she was powerless to stop the tirade.