The Story of a Boy, Dad and Doctor
‘Daddy, my tummy hurts.’ squirmed the boy.
‘It’ll go away. Don’t be a girl now.‘ Dad ends the conversation by handing a pack of pil-chi-kit-teck-aun.
A few years passed, the boy spent his teenage years in a boarding school. He played rugby, winning every game he’s ever been to. He was a star but fragile at some point.
‘Hello dad,..‘ the boy excitedly called home for a victory lap and to inform dad of his injury.
‘You need cash?‘ as usual, not knowing how to pat his son’s back, the dad asked.
‘No. I need to see a doctor, I think I tore my muscle after winning the tournie,‘ whilst tangling the metal phone-booth cord, the boy complained.
‘Slap on some Yoko-yoko, it’ll be fine, I didn’t raise a girl, so toughen up!‘ dad hung up, assuming the conversation is over. He didn’t know the boy had been sleeping in a seating position for a week now. All that the boy has was Ponstan (pain killer pills) to get through the night.
Fast forward 30 years later. The boy became a man, had his own family and busy.
*Dad calling…* displays on his everything-enabled PDA phone.
‘Hi son, my chest hurts. Can you take me to a hospital’, whilst in bed, dad called.
‘Oh dad, don’t be a girl now. Toughen up! I was raised by a man, am I right?‘ he gave dad the same line he got when he was in pain.
Two weeks later, dad passed away. Dad wasn’t a smoker, diabetic nor was he a cancer patient. He only had air bubbles trapped in his lungs.
The man cried and grieved over the death of his father,’I should’ve taken dad to hospital for such a simple procedure.‘
Moral of the story, I believe you fruitful readers could leave in the commenting area.
ps: Writing this made me miss the Old NH.
pss: This is a fictional story, but could happen if you’re the Dad in this story.
psss: Can air bubbles cause death? I’m no Dr. House, I just made that up.
pssss: Do me a favor, click on this! (It’s for Negaraku! thingy)
kerja lagi penting dari pernikahan anak sendiri?my ‘60%’ just increased 
your mum must be a very tough woman
NH is my wicked mind and my alter ego. I shall be refrained from being corrected no matter what the circumstances is. 
July 24, 2008 at 8:42 am
err.. it has nothing to do with the story..
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July 24, 2008 at 9:52 am
ohh.
fine.
July 24, 2008 at 4:14 pm
masa saya kecik, kalau sakit.. ngadu kat abah, dia bawak pegi doktor. takde la dia cakap anak manja ke ape.
bila dah besar, kalau sakit kena cari doktor sendiri. sebab dah tak boleh mengadu.
at least the boy boleh call his dad untuk mengadu walaupun tak dilayan. sangat jeles.
July 24, 2008 at 11:47 pm
bile dah besar, abah die pergi jugak.