A tale of woe #Part2

(The continuation of A tale of woe)

 

When I was 15 year-old back then in year of 2006, I’ve just finished my PMR examination. I was on my way home from Kota Bharu when I received a phone call from my mother to come straight to my grandma’s abode. I said okay to mum. I reached in front of her house, the house where I was binned by my parents. I saw mum’s car and a few of my close relatives and neighbours were inside the house. At the wall, where I used to lean by her side, she was lying there, groaning and moaning. My mum’s eyes were reddened and I could see her tears spilled on her cheeks. My aunt was by her side, whispering ‘LaillahaillahAllah! LaillahaillahAllah!’ I couldn’t believe my eyes. She seemed so happy last few weeks, and now...she was there groaning and there was nothing I could do for her. My mum had decided to take her to the hospital. I was left at her house as there was no enough space for me to come along. I decided to take a cab and followed my mum. As soon as I arrived at the Hospital Machang Kelantan, the doctor told my mum that there was something happened with her thigh. Apparently, she was on her way to bathroom to perform her ablution for Zohor prayer in the Madrasah nearby. She fell on the floor inside the bathroom. I couldn’t take the whole notion of her falling in the bathroom. She was there when I fell down, but where was I when she fell? I was with friends enjoying myself. I felt something bizarre going on in my heart, deepest inside, there are some agony that I couldn’t understand. I wasn’t sure whether I was sad or something else. I was too ego to admit that I love her. I was jolted from my thought when mum urged me to usher her, she was lying on the bed in the ambulance with my aunt. She would be transferred to Hospital Raja Perempuan Zainab II, Kota Bharu (HRPZ).

As soon as we were arrived at the HRPZ, my aunt and I ushered her to an emergency ward where a doctor approached my aunt to ask for the permission to get her inside the operation theatre, according to the doctor, she needs to be operated very soon. Meanwhile my mum had to go to her workplace, she couldn’t be with us. The rest of the families were trying their best to get there as soon as possible. In the meantime, it was all depends on me. I called Kak Jue, she was a medical officer at Hospital  Manjung, Perak(at that time) and she’s the one who talked to the doctor. I sat by her side scrutinize deep into her eyes. Her eyes were watery. Sometimes I felt like crying too, but I know I have to be strong to be with her. The doctor who talked to Kak Jue earlier came in pulled the drapes open and handed my phones that I could see some other patients lay on the respective bed while other families looked on. The doctor wrote something on the board, it reads ‘BERPUASA’. I didn’t understand why he was doing something like that. Kak Jue called me and explained that she was going to be operated to remove the blood clots which had obstructed the large veins on her thigh. With the least information in my head from my Form 3 science knowledge, I tried my best to keep up with her. She continually advised me not to utter any words to my aunt. She was less-educated, she afraid that she might get the whole things wrongly, it’s best for her to know least. I ushered her to the first floor of the massive hospital building, where she would soon undergoes a surgery. I looked into her eyes, I know she was afraid. The nurses pushed her in, the door immediately closed. She was now in the operation theatre. I waited there anxiously while my aunt held my hands tightly that I don’t have a heart to leave her alone not even when I need to go to toilet. 

Hordes of thuds could be heard as soon as the elevator door closed. It was my uncle, Ayah Din and his families rushed in. Half of anxiety were now gone. Now I could leave my aunt, Che Ngah alone with the family. Kak Jue texted, telling me that she was now on her way home. That was a sheer relief. She was the bravest in my family, she’s doctor. I always wanted to be like her, a doctor. The light highlighted Operation Theatre went off. Then the nurses and a doctor came out from the widely open door. She was lying on the bed, smiling to her children, and grandchildren. I watched her being pushed by the nurses into a female ward. My aunt, Che Ngah would accompany her while Ayah Din went home to send his family then will rejoin us afterwards. I held her hand, she was sleeping. I watched her. It was this hand bathed me, fed me, washed my ‘shit’, and tapped me on hips so that I could sleep soundly and now she was there lying and I was here sitting by her side. The unshed tears were about to spill on my cheeks when my aunt suddenly emerged. I quickly wiped the tears off with my sleeve. 

***to be continued***