I open my eyes. I'm awake because I heard some people were talking in this room. But after I open my eyes, nobody here. Probably they've already left this room. And then I'm trying to sleep again. Before I fell asleep, I heard the sound of the door opening. I don't mean to open my eyes, I just want to sleep now. Slowly I heard the sound of crying. So I open my eyelids.
"Mom, don't cry, please." I spoke to the woman who was sitting next to my bed.
"How can I not cry? Doctor told me you must have a donor for your heart soon, but now. . . No body else can donate their heart for you. Temporary your condition is so weak now." My mother spoke while sobbing, occasionally wiping her tears with a handkerchief.
"Everything is gonna be okay, Mom. Trust me, I will be healed." I'm trying to calm this woman who gave birth to me. Although actually I'm not sure.
"It's my fault, if I could have had more attention for you, this wouldn't have happened with you. I'm not a good mother. I shouldn't have been busy working and ignoring you." Now my mom touches my hand.
I could see a look of regret on my mother's face. It was actually not 100 percent her fault. I also share some of the blame for this incident. I can't take good care of my body. While both my parents were busy working, I lived a messy life. I always smoke, drink alcohol and often stay up late with my friends every day. And a few months ago I had a car accident because I was driving my vehicle under the influence of alcohol. Because of the accident the doctor discovered that there was a problem with my heart. And a few days ago the doctor suggested that I have a heart transplant immediately. But, who will donate their heart to me?
"How was your day?" A man came in my room after my Mom returned home.
"Yeah, as you see, I'm still alive now. I can't stand it anymore and want to pull out all the tools attached to my body." I answered this man's question sarcastically. That's the reality, actually I can't stand my current situation. Sometimes I want to end it all, but I still think about Mom, she would be sad if something bad happened to me.
"Don't say that.You are still alive now because of God's will. I believe someday there will be someone who can be a donor for your heart. You have to believe that miracles definitely exist. Try to pray to God." This male nurse gave me encouragement as usual.
This man is a nurse at this hospital. Every day he would visit my room to check on my condition. He will inject drugs into my IV tube.
"Why don't any of them have the same heart size as me?" I asked because I was very curious. I once heard the doctor say that a heart donor had arrived at this hospital. But after examining the heart, the medical staff said that the heart was not compatible with mine.
"Heart size?What do you mean?" The nurse asked me with a confused expression on his face.
"The doctor once told me that there was a heart donor for me. But after they checked that heart didn't match for me. But I don't know for sure, if the heart was so big or so small for me, because they don't explain it to me." I tell him and he suddenly laughs.
"I didn't expect you to think like that." He spoke while holding back his laughter.
"Why are you laughing, what's so funny?" I said in an annoyed tone.
This male nurse tried to stop laughing before talking to me. "Please listen to me. The first, in fact all sizes of hearts are the same. Except a kid because they will grow again. When wanting to perform an organ transplant, the doctor will check compatibility by performing a blood test. What's making the heart not match is actually a blood type. So the fact is your blood type and the donor heart are not the same. Even if an organ transplant operation is successful, doctors still have to check whether the patient's body can accept the organ. Do you understand now?" He explained to me while tidying up the medical equipment he used earlier.
"I don't know about medical, so it's not my fault." I can only say that to cover my embarrassment.
"You've made me realize something." He said while looking at my IV tube.
"About what?" I asked confusedly.
"I want to give life to others after I lost mine." He spoke with a faint smile then he walked away.
I don't understand what that means. Later when he comes to my room again, I will ask him. But the male nurse never wanted to explain to me what he meant by that. 'Nothing' was all he said to me. He is such an annoying guy.
"Hey, tonight is my time to accompany you. Are you happy now?" A girl came in my room after the nurse left this room.
"Finally you came here. Yeah, because if you're here my Mom has a bed rest time." I said while seeing her putting any paper bag on the table in this room.
I know that inside the paper bag are her equipment while this girl accompanies me here.
"Okay, whatever you say. By the way, you seem to be very familiar with that male nurse. What's his name? I would like to thank the male nurse for being a patient with a fussy patient like you." She said and got out some things from the paper bag.
"You call me fussy? Then you don't come here!" I waved my hand at this girl using the hand that wasn't using the IV tube.
"His name is...? I think I've forgotten to ask his name." I'm trying to remember about him. Fool me, I never know what his name is.
I tried to lean against the headboard. I can only lie in this bed every day. Sometimes my family or the male nurse would take me out of this room using a wheelchair. The doctor said that I shouldn't be too tired. I stayed in the hospital too so the medical team could monitor my heart rate. But since this morning my chest has been feeling a little sore. And now, I can't stand this pain. Even when I take a breath it feels like my chest is being stabbed by needles. I tried managing my breath to reduce pain in my chest. But it's not working.
"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me! Someone please help me! Doctor!" Faintly I heard her screaming. Because after that I can't see anything. My vision was blurry and suddenly black out.
***
Ten Years Later
A little girl smiled as she looked at the marks engraved on her report card. A+ grade is given in each field of her study. It was not in vain that the girl had studied hard all this time.In this week the girl has been studying until late at night. Currently the girl is sitting on a bench located in her school garden. The little girl was waiting for an old woman who usually picked her up to go home.
"Let me see what your report card grades are." A girl who was about nine years old grabbed the report card belonging to a girl who was still sitting on the bench.
Beside the little girl were two boys who were her friends. The girl sitting on the bench could only accept their behavior. It wasn't actually that she was afraid of that bunch of brats, it was just that she he didn't want to cause any more trouble. Because of the naughty behavior of her friends, she always hopes for a supervising teacher.
"How is it possible that she can get perfect grades in every subject?" One of the boys asked after seeing the results of what he had read.
"She beat your report card grades, Ly. Don't you have two B's in math and science?" Another boy chimed in.
The little girl who was called Ly immediately threw the report card on the floor.
"She must have cheated that's why she got perfect grades in all subjects." The little girl accused the girl who started picking up her books.
"No. I studied hard to get these grades."Said the owner of the report book.
"How could a poor orphaned child like you possibly get good grades? Because no one can accompany you to study." The girl said starting to mock.
"I'm always accompanied by my mother to study until late at night, but why aren't my grades perfect?" One of the boys started asking Ly.
The little girl who was part of the boys' gang started to roll her eyes. You stupid kid, why did you have to say that your grades were bad, Ly said in her heart to curse her friend.
"I don't have a father, but I still have a mother, so I'm not an orphan." The little girl who was being bullied started to lose her patience.
"You mean the old woman who always picks you up from school is your mother? She's more suited to be your grandmother than your mother. Hahaha." Ly spoke while laughing with her two friends.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?" A woman's voice interrupted the three of them laughing.
They ran together to leave the place.
"You're okay, right? Did they hit you?" The woman examined every curve of this little girl's body.
"No, they haven't even touched me." The little girl spoke in a hoarse voice.
The girl rubbed her eyes, hoping that maybe the tears wouldn't come out.
"Then why are you crying?" The woman was shocked to see the little girl starting to shed tears.
"They don't believe that I still have a mother." The girl started to sob.
The woman hugged the little girl to calm her down. The woman was concerned about the little girl's condition.
"Don't cry anymore, later when we get the chance we will show you that you have a mother. Now let's go home. I've made your favorite cookies." Coax the woman and then wipe away the little girl's tears.
***
Elsewhere a woman is watching a video on her cellphone. A few seconds later a message came in from my cell phone.
I was about to stop the behavior of the naughty children, but the woman who usually picked up the little girl came.
"What do you see?Why are you looking so intently at your phone, hmm?" Suddenly a man hugged the woman's body from behind.
"Look. I wonder if those children are not being educated properly by their teachers. Why would they do that to their school friends?" Said the woman without turning her body.
The man took the phone and replayed the video.
"Never mind, nothing happened, didn't it? You have to take care of your health. Didn't the doctor tell you to control your emotions?" Slowly the man turned the woman's body so that her back was still facing him.
"I want her to change schools." The woman voiced her opinion.
"Okay. We'll plan that later." The man said then kissed the woman's lips to calm her down.
The woman returned the man's kiss, the sound of kissing could be heard filling the room.
*Continued*