Monday, September 19, 2011

The Night Where I Should Said GLORIA

On sunday evening, it's about 6PM i was on my room, do my homework. That was a quiet evening, just like usual. My home was so silent, my mother was in her room, read a book. My father went to Yogyakarta this morning, it was about 9.30 AM.

I drew cell's pictures, that was a task that i must submit it the next day. Before i was done that pictures, someone knocked the door. I opened the door, a woman stood in front of me. I realized that that woman was my mother's friend. I asked her wether she want to meet my mother or not. But she just said that my father is on hospital right now. Shocked! Of course...

I was in panic, together with my mother and her friend, i went to the hospital. I must arrived at hospital as soon as possible.

After a few minutes, we arrived on hospital. I ran to the 'IGD' and i founded my father laying on a bed... I saw him, and i knew that he was suffered. He was unable to talk. I said many things to him. He responded me even he just made some noise, but he responded to me.

Soon, he was moved to ICU/ICCU room. After a few minutes, he was able to talk. Many visitors came that night. I and my mother prayed for him until it's 10PM.

My mother commanded me to go home. I went home and took a rest...

The next day...

I went to school like usual. After flag ceremony, MPK's coordinator called me and the other MPK's members to gather in the Biology laboratory. We discussed about new members of MPK. After a few minutes, a teacher called me. He said that i must go to hospital. I shocked, but they said that my father is okay.

After i arrived on hospital, i ran to the ICU and saw my father isn't conscious. His blood pressure was very low, his respiration was so heavy, and his heart beat was unstable. I prayed there.

Time passed...

About 6PM my mother commanded me to go home, and i go home, to prepare anything that my mother need. After a few hours, i went back to hospital.

About 10.45 PM someone called me inside the ICU,

My father respiration was very weak, 6 respirations per minute.

I just said "Jesus, i believe in You, give me Your miracle, i need Your help" or similiar with that...

But, that was God will, my father died...

I tried to not cry, but...

My father died about 22.45 WIB

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