
Ditha and Disil were home around two in the afternoon. They could not linger at the Hospital because Mitha, Mama Ditha just called if Sitha was fussy when it was played recording the song, Catherine's voice singing dangdut.
Perhaps the little boy could sense what Catherine was currently dealing with. He was saddened by Catherine's current situation.
Ela and Dawn also could not be long in the Hospital because the baby triplet is very active and rugged. Poor Mama Jasmine takes care of them even though they have been helped by baby sitters but still Ela does not have the heart to leave her children longer.
Both Rafa's parents go to Rafa's apartment to pick up some of Rafa's needs while in the hospital. Rafa can't leave the hospital, because his wife and son are here being treated.
Aby lives with her parents. Then Ryza's parents and his in-laws.
Fathir has been returned to the nursery so he can rest more quietly under the supervision of the nurses.
Mr and Mrs. Wolter took a short break in the room reserved for Catherine. From dawn as soon as they reached Indonesia, they had not rested.
At least they were already a little relieved to have been able to meet Catherine and her son Fathir. The doctor also checked that Catherine's condition was stable even though she was unconscious.
Especially when they visited Catherine, Rafa and Ditha watched as Catherine's hands and fingers moved.
Rafa is having a conversation with Ryza, Aby, Aditya, Satria and August, in the living room of the VVIP room reserved for Sintia and Catherine.
While the women were accompanying Sintia taking care of her daughter in the room.
"What's your next plan, Raf?" ask Ryza.
"If for a few days Catherine had not been aware and her condition was stable. I'm planning on taking him to London. This is his hometown where he was born. Both of his parents also live there and there I think their medical team is more complete than here. Actually, I really hope he soon realized because I also had a hard time leaving Indonesia. If I had gotten Mother Milk for Fathir. If I bring Fathir to London is certainly a bit difficult, besides there has not found a donor ASI Fathir is also still too small to travel far" said Rafa.
"How about Fathir stay in Indonesia Raf?" Ryza gave me an idea.
"It was a very difficult choice Ry, I'll part with my son" Ryza replied.
"Just temporarily Raf until Catherine recovers or until Fathir is ready to make the long journey" Aby said.
"Yes Raf, I think that's a good idea. Fathir you're tipping on your Mama. Surely Mama you don't mind even she will be very happy to take care of her granddaughter. Ditha can also still donate her ASI to your child" Aditya chimed.
"Talk first with Papa, Mama and your in-laws. If they agree and everything has been decided Om will help your departure. You can use the Barrakh family plane to fly to London" August said.
"Thank you Om. I'll talk about this tonight to Papa, Mama, Mommy and Daddy.
"Hopefully our plan and the doctor this afternoon to stimulate Catherine's consciousness by bringing Fathir into the ICU room was successful. It's the only idea I have in my brain right now" Rafa said.
"You must be strong Raf, God will give us trials because God knows we can get through them. Keep trying, praying and sincerely on all the provisions of God" Aditya advised
"Yes Om, I'm sure so too" replied Rafa while looking down.
The look of a sleepy, tired, tired and tense face is clearly visible from Rafa's face. It was a very difficult trial for his family.
At half-hour five in the afternoon a nurse came to their room.
"Father Rafa Rahardian" called the nurse.
"Yes Sus, I" Rafa immediately stood up and approached the nurse who had just arrived in front of the door of the Hospital's VVIP room.
"But the doctor ordered, Mr. Fathir's son was allowed into the ICU room but had to be carried by one of the family members yes sir, to enter the ICU room" said the nurse.
"Yes Sus I understand. We've prepared it. My mother will hold my son" replied Rafa.
"Yes Sus, we'll be ready" Rafa replied.
Rafa, her in-laws and her parents are ready to head to the ICU because the afternoon is almost here.
At five o'clock in the afternoon Fathir was taken by a nurse using a baby box that was driven by a wheel.
"Mr Rafa, this is my baby" said a nurse.
"Thank you Sister" Rafa replies while taking over the baby box.
The clock has arrived, Rafa is allowed to enter with his mother who is carrying Fathir.
With a racing heart Rafa walked closer to his wife's bed.
His wife was lying as if she were sleeping. Many cables and hoses are also medical check devices installed on his wife's body.
Tit. tit..
The sound of one of the devices monitoring Catherine's heart rate and blood pressure.
"Assalamu'alaikum dear, Mas come again. Have you been waiting? This time Mas comes alone, Mas with Mama daaaaan our son Fathir" Rafa looks and looks at his wife's entire body to see Catherine's reaction.
"Assalamu'alaikum Sayaang, this is Mama son. Sorry Mama just saw you today. Mama was outside this morning but did not have time to enter because of limited time. Sayaaang, this is Mama bringing Fathir in her sling. Fathir wants to see you, son. Fathir wants to carry you. Wake up naaaak, wake up Iaaang. We are all waiting for you to come to your senses" Lidya said in tears. He can't hold back his tears.
Tears also dripped from the corner of Catherine's eyes.
Lidya lifted Fathir's body and placed Fathir's cheek right onto Catherine's cheek.
"Assalamu'alaikum Mama. It's me Fathiiir. Mama I miss Mama. want to be in peluuuk" said Lidya while sobbing.
Rafa saw that Catherine's fingers were starting to move.
"Ma lihaaat" Rafa told his mother.
Lidya sees Catherine's hand reacting to Fathir's cheek touch.
"Ma.. can I sleep next to Mama...?" asked Lidya, as if Fathir was talking to his mother.
Lidya placed Fathir's body near Catherine's left arm which was freed from the needle and the infusion tube.
Suddenly Fathir moved his head reflexes the mouth of a baby who wanted to find milk.
Oeeeeeeek.....
Fathir's cry broke because he never found his drink. Although her mouth had begun sucking on Catherine's arm in search of her milk.
"Myaaaang....... "
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