"Makasih sudah antar!" The mother thanks the bentor driver as she hands him the money.
"Iye, sama-sama." The driver humbly replies.
The boy helps his mother to get out of the bentor and accompany her to the registration counter, where the mother registers for a radiotherapy session.
After she has been registered, a hospital staff escorts her, accompanied with the boy, to the building where the session will take place. Along the way, the boy sees how the hospital looks like: the wallpaper feels homey while the place itself feels vast and open. The vegetation planted along the hospital corridors, as well as the decently sized empty space, brings vitality and tranquility to whoever traverses the corridor.
After going through the corridors, the mother and the boy arrived at the radiotherapy building: the inside is very quiet and cool as the staff are silently working - and the mother is the only patient. The mother fills the form with her data as the nurse requested while the boy sits patiently on one of the benches.
The filling doesn't take long, the mother is finished before she (and the boy) knows it. After all of that is done, they call the same bentor driver as before and gets home safely.
It's time to rest and take care of the sickly, slowly recovering father.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA series of short story, mostly inspired/taken by in-real-life events or thoughts.