Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 92's
Everyone is still waiting hopefully anxious about Rezvan's condition which is currently being handled in the IGD.
Nayna still did not stop crying even though she did not make a sound, only tears kept flowing down her cheeks. He and Arkan sat in the waiting chair with Arkan constantly hugging and calming him down.
Suddenly the door, which had been closed tightly, began to move and open, showing a female doctor who was not too old coming out of it, Nayna who saw that immediately stood up and approached the doctor.
"How is my son?" nayna stood in front of the doctor.
"Can we talk in my room, sir, Mom," said the doctor smiling at Nayna.
"All right Doc" said Nayna.
"Please" said the doctor, asking Nayna to follow him.
Arkan followed the doctor, grasping Nayna's cold hand tightly.
They walked with a feeling of fear that filled their hearts, fearing that the news they would hear was less good news than they expected.
Soon they reached the doctor's office, and they were sitting in the chair the doctor had appointed.
"How's our son Doc?" ask Arkan to start a conversation.
"For now your child's condition has passed the crisis period" said the Doctor.
Nayna and Arkan let out a sigh of relief, hearing the doctor's reply.
"Your child has an injury to the tailbone, or spine, as a result of that pretty hard impact" the doctor continued.
"Is that dangerous, doc?" asked Nayna worriedly.
"I hope it's not too dangerous, but you have to be ready if there are conditions that we don't expect your child to be in," the doctor explained that the calm feeling of the two people who had been present was now gone again.
"I mean Doc?"
"It's possible that your child will experience paralysis, but that's just a guess, whether it's total paralysis or partial paralysis, we will know clearly when the patient is conscious."
Destroyed, that's what Nayna felt
hearing the possibility of what the doctor said about the condition of his son, how could his son experience such a thing at such a small age.
"Mas!" lirih Nayna looked at Arkan with her blank look.
"Well, thank you for doing your best, Doc, what if our son could be transferred to the ward?" ask Arkan looking at the doctor with a hand that kept wiping Nayna's trembling back.
"We can already sir, later we will check his condition in more detail, if the child of the same Father Mother is aware" said the Doctor.
"Well, excuse me Doc" said Arkan.
"Yes, sir, please be patient, sir, Mom," said the doctor staring pity at them.
"Thank you Doc" Arkan said, leading Nayna to her feet.
Arkan embraces the weakly walking Nayna, heading to where they were waiting before, when he had just arrived at the end of the IGD hallway suddenly Nayna's body just shed.
Luckily Arkan swiftly restrained his body, so that his wife did not fall to the floor.
"Nay, get up" said Arkan rubbed Nayna's unconscious cheek.
Because Nayna did not move, Arkan raised Nayna's unconscious body.
"Why Nayna Ar?" ask Winda.
"Maybe Nayna is exhausted Ma" Arkan said.
"Lay first here," said Winda pointed to the bench,
Arkan followed what his in-laws said, he laid Nayna on a fairly long bench not far from the IGD room.
"Let Papa ask the sisters to take care of the nursery for Rezvan" Ferdi said.
"Yes thank you Pa, sorry to bother you," said Arkan, answered a nod by Ferdi.
While Winda was busy poking the wind oil that was always in his bag at Nayna, he also pointed it at Nayna's nose to make her aware.
"Nay wake up son, don't make Mama panic more," said Winda spoke to Nayna.
"Dear wake up Honey, you don't be weak, who will take care of Rezvan, he needs us right now."
Arkan tried to resuscitate her by gently patting her cheek, finally not long after, Nayna began to open her eyes.
He looked at Arkan and Winda with his blank stare, Arkan several times landed a kiss on his forehead, saying if everything would be fine.
"Everything will be fine, didn't the doctor say it was only a possibility" Arkan said, trying to calm Nayna.
"What if it's true, Mom? How would he live his life if he couldn't be like the other kids!" lirih Nayna's.
"Ssttt, even if it's true, we're next to him, we'll give him what he wants without him having to take anything himself" Arkan said, rubbing Nayna's cheek.
Nayna was unable to make a sound again, she again drowned herself in the arms of her husband, the suit Arkan wore which was originally neat, and she was still in her arms, now it has turned into tangled and wet because from earlier he continued to hug Nayna who continued to cry.
Not only Arkan, the appearance of Nayna who was neat was also disheveled, the make-up had worn off, the hair that was originally neatly arranged was now a mess.
The sound of foot pattering that was mutually unpretentious, made the three people's attention distracted, staring at the origin of the sound that was getting closer to them.
Raffa and Mika walked towards them, with their clothes already changed, not wearing any more of the clothes they were wearing before.
Behind them was Fara, Listi, also Ivan who had also changed clothes with his casual clothes, no longer wearing the clothes they wore during the wedding.
"How's Rezvan Om doing?" raffa asked as he stood in front of Arkan and Nayna.
"He's past his critical period, for his more detailed condition, the doctor will confirm it after he is aware," said Arkan who chose not to immediately tell what the doctor said before.
He chose to wait for the doctor to explain, in detail about the condition of his son in everyone who was there.
Raffa nodded, breathing a little relieved to hear that Rezvan had escaped his critical period.
"You're patient, Nay." Fara patted Nayna on the back, intending to calm her down.
"Yes Nay, he will definitely be fine, you have to be strong for him" Listi said.
"Favor Ma'am." Nayna answered him with a hoarse voice, without a smile on her face.
Shortly thereafter the door of the IGD room opened, pushed by the nurse who pulled a brangkar where on it was Rezvan who had now been bandaged on the head and his hands were not covered with blankets.
Nayna immediately woke up, she stood beside the cage, then helped push the cage towards the hospital room that would be where Rezvan was treated.
Not only Nayna, but everyone who was present followed where the cage was taken, Raffa looked at his son with sadness, his always chatty son, and his son, now only the middle lying weak with bandages that adorn the tiny body.