Unforgettable Moments (Part 2)

Hello everyone! How are you doing? Hopefully you are all doing great today. Welcome to the part 2 of my Unforgettable Moments in my life. Our lives are truly full of surprises. We never know what is going to happen whether it is good or bad things. All I can do is just praying to God, hoping and wishing all the best for everything, for my family included. That was the first thing I was thinking about.

Every child in this world wants a complete and happy family certainly. No one wants their parents to separate and just live with single parent. I still had pictures on my mind, my mother and father was still together, lived together, went healing, sang a song, wherever they wanted to go always together. Those days had passed. My mother got to work hard alone, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night to pay for me and my brother education and needs. It was hard time for us to go through.

It was so tough. I never imagined this was all happened in my family. When I was in school, I was so envy with my friends because they still had parents together and complete. How happy they were. Even until now I am still envy them seeing two parents who were still together forever. My tear was streaming down my cheeks once again. This is life. It could be happy and miserable indeed. Sometimes what happens in our lives is not like what we were expected. But, I know my God never let me down, He promises that I can get through all this. He is always with me at any circumstances.

I rarely contacted my father. If he called me on the phone, I really did not like it. I avoided to get in touch with him. I just answered all of his questions with yes and no word, nothing else. I even did not ask him back. Truly I hated him though. I never wanted to see him again. I never thought about him, whatever he did, how he was doing, I did not even care at all at that time. It was only hatred because he hurt me. When I heard that my father got married again with another woman, I was so broken. My mother felt betrayed and so did I. How could he do it? I was wondering why? Why did not he just stay single and loyal with my mother even they had already separated. I was like a daughter who got hurt by that. I did not think anything else, I just thought that maybe my father did not really love us. I was so upset. He left us with another woman and did not think about us anymore. He was changed. He was becoming someone else.

Several years passed, I had already grown as a woman. I was about 26 years old. It was more or less 10 years that I had been through without my father was around. He was still in Surabaya and I was in my hometown, Malang. This is the moment when I met my husband. It was 2015. We were in relationship. Those years were so tough for me too because I felt like my mother also had some distance with me. She started to know another man. I could not say much about it.

Then, in the early morning something terrible was happening. It was the worst day ever. An accident happened in my house. I was awaken by my mother and she asked me to cook rice. She was cooking dish for breakfast. When I cleaned some stuffs on the ground, she was accidentally spilling the food from the stove and hit me right away. The hot cook hit me like drenched me over my body, especially my back hips, waist, and my left hand. I did not know what to do. I was screaming loudly and I felt my back was burned. It was a shocking moment and I was not ready at all to accept that. My mother was screaming too and she was panic. She was trying to take the dish off from the stove but she slipped or something. My cousin came to my house and helped me with splashing water from bathroom. After that, I was taken to the hospital by car as soon as possible. My mother accompanied me and my aunt was coming with us. I was taken to the emergency room and there were doctor and nurses helped me with this burns. Some kind cold water I did not know what kind of water was that, spilled on my burns area, my hand and back. I did not know how I was at that moment. I felt pain and hurt. I could not describe how I was.

I came back home at that day. My back and my left hand were bandaged and I was just laying down on the bed. I could not do anything besides crying. I still felt burned. My burns became wet, looked like watery continuously. There was something wrong. Then my mother taken me to the hospital once again and came to the surgeon. The doctor named Mr. Herman Joseph. He was a patient doctor. I met him and he checked my burns out carefully and he said that I had to stay in the hospital at least for a week. He said that I had to have surgery. I was so frightened at the moment. “Surgery” was a terrible word. I prayed to God and just surrender. God gave me life so that He would take care of me. I trust Him.

After the surgery, I started to have recovery day by day. My mother and brother looked after me, always there for me. My big family, my aunties, uncles, cousins, friends came to visit me in the hospital. Surprisingly, in the evening my father came to see me there. He came. That day was the first time he visited me after long time. We just connected by phone those years and that moment we saw face to face. He looked sad seeing my condition. I heard he complained a bit about my condition to my mother. He was like how could this all happen? Something like that. I did not want to see him at that time because he came with his new wife. I just kept silent and did not want to say anything. I did not like her. If I could then I would throw her out from there. I remembered my father gave me a little massage on my leg as a care for me that night. If (I remember this moment, I really want to cry now. My tear almost drops now. I miss my father a lot because in fact, my father had already gone forever T_T)

My father’s unexpected visitation to the hospital did not change my point of view about him. I still had that bitterness towards my father. After two or three months later, something unpleasant happened to me. I had stomachache that ended with Gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD). This illness was the worst thing I had because it causes a burning sensation in my chest (heartburn) usually after eating which might be worse at night or laying down. Sometimes it made me hard to breathe. One moment, I got panic attack. I never got panic attack before so I did not know how it called or what I was going through. My head felt heavy, my chest was out of breath, my heart beat so fast and I was so scared so it turned worse. I was panic and I told my boyfriend -who is my husband now- and he took me to go to doctor. He said I got GERD and she gave me some medicines. I was not feeling well yet. It was getting worse. Guess what. I had an anxiety which made me so down. I had anxiety everyday and my GERD was never healed. It was like a vicious circle that would not let me out. I was scared every day and sometimes got panic attack. I was becoming a pessimistic person. I felt like I would never get well. This illness changed me.

When I was struggling with this illness, my father got me. He called and asked me how I was doing. I told him that I had GERD and it was so bad. I was anxious everyday and even I could not sleep at night. My heart beat fast everyday and I felt like it was killing me slowly. I was afraid to die. That time was the time that I almost got married with my husband so my thoughts and feeling was so messy. My father calmed me down and he would come to visit me as soon as he could. Actually, he was working and he had to ask for permission to visit me in Malang.

The day had come. My father came to my house, meet me and my mother too. He came there alone and brought some stuffs to stay for couple days. He took care of me and made me so comfortable. I felt calm and my fear was gone for awhile when he was around. After such a long time, for the first time I fell in love with him once again. I felt his love for me. He kept me calm and always supported me. When I was feeling down, he definitely could get me up. He looked after me and assured me that I was alright. I said to him, “Father, I am so worried and scared. I am sick and anxious…” then he calmed me down by his voice, “My child, my girl, everything is going to be alright. Do not worry about it. Trust me! I am here with you…” Now, I never heard his voices anymore. I miss his voice so much.

In short, I made a good connection with my father. My bitterness was gone towards him. Sometimes, he came to me and I came to him. I went to Surabaya, to his house there. I used to ask him out, had lunch and dinner, go to mall and had quality time with him. I stayed at my brother’s house in Surabaya and my father stayed the night there too. Also my husband came with me and slept over there. My husband had a close relation with my father. They were close. They had fun together. We had fun together. I never felt sad, fear, even worry anymore when my father was around. I was happy and I always wanted to by his side. My father was a funny man. Sometimes he made jokes and we laughed together. I know he loved me and so do I. I have loved him all this time.

Well, I think this is enough for part 2. I hope you guys do not get bored and wait for the last part. I have to divide into 3 parts because it is such a long story about me, my family. Thank you for waiting and reading my content. Just be grateful for everything and be a blessing :)