Being the Second Wife of My Friend
95. Simalakama

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" I heard that the patient ran away from the hospital in Penang? Hmmh the case is quite complicated because actually the patient is also definitely aware that his body is getting weaker. Only the miracle of God can help him. You and your family as the closest people should be able to prepare the heart for all the worst possibilities for patients, even though it does not rule out the possibility that if the miracle occurs, the patient can recover completely. To be sure

we always try our best." he explained in as much detail as possible so that Saka could swallow all the info and do his best for his wife.

" Means moving the hospital won't change what? That's what it means, doc?" saka asked with a sharp eye.

The doctor just let out his breath slowly.

" Just go ahead if you want the patient to be transferred to another hospital. But I further highlight the state of the patient's body that will not be able to travel out again, I will not be responsible if something bad happens to the patient, he said, and later you also have to sign a letter for the forcible removal or transfer of the patient." explained Wicaksono doctor patiently. Saka is getting frustrated. Yara critical!! If moved at risk. Not being moved is also risky. So any path chosen by Saka is dangerous. Like eating simalakama fruit. What is clear is that Saka also cannot leave Alana and her future children whose condition also needs attention.

" Can I come in and see him?" asked Saka bitterly. He swallowed his saliva violently, not for what reason. Because he again imagined the worst thing that could happen to his first wife.

" Please, sir. I checked and his condition is stable today. I think you need to stimulate it well. Because he has lost consciousness more often suddenly" said the doctor while patting Saka's shoulder to strengthen it.

Crick.

Saka opened the door with a heart. He was afraid of interrupting Yara's rest. But he wanted to know if Yara was there.

Yara is sleeping. His face is getting thinner. Her hair that had been cut out made her face look thinner than the last one Saka saw. Saka could only catch his breath and exhale slowly. The heat in his eyes had become a code for him if soon he would cry.

Saka approached the gurney where Yara was resting. Many health aids are attached to the thin body of Yara. Also includes breathing apparatus. Saka's heart grew saddened to see that reality. When he came home from Penang, Yara's condition was still stable, even he could still put on his unyuk tie and speak in his usual voice, even still able to walk to and fro.Tangan Saka has framed Yara's pale face. Yara's beauty was already fading inedible lines of pain that scratched her forehead.

" Mas Rendra.." The raucous and soft voice of Yara's lips sounded very heartbreaking in Saka's ear. Saka quickly wiped away the flow of tears that had accumulated in his eye sinks. He showed his cheerful face.

" Sssst, you woke up, baby? Did I interrupt your sleep?" whispered Saka in Yara's ear.

" Hey, are you healed? I'm so worried about you. I'm sorry I can't serve and take care of you. In fact I became like this, trouble you. " said Yara again, still with her soft voice.

" I'm healthy, Yar! You shouldn't worry about me. You know I'm worried that you're why " whispered Saka again.

" Where's Alana? Has she given birth?" ask Yara full of aggression. Her eyes twinkled thinking of the possibility that Alana had given birth.

" Yet Yar. I think it's 3 or 4 weeks away!" answer Saka again.

" Oh, but he's okay, right?" yara again.

" Sunday he was bleeding. Probably because of cape. Yesterday maybe he took care of me too much, so yeah make him think too. He can not look at you because he must bedrest total He should not get off the mattress by the dojter who takes care of him. But he sends you a greeting. You should be healthy when you give birth. Said you wanted to carry our son?" saka said trying to strengthen Yara.

Yara just put on a light smile. Yara also knew what she was going through. Perhaps he also could not survive if he had to wait for Alana who gave birth. Even Yara did not know if she could still survive the next week.

" Our son? "

" Huum, Alana always said that the same child she contained was also Genta. You are the mother of Genta and his grandfather. You should see the Genta now. He's smart and handsome like his daddy." said Sak in a happy tone. When remembering his handsome son Saka was very happy. Yara caught a twinkle of joy in Saka's eyes. He is happy when Saka is happy, even though happiness is not his giving self.

" I'd love to see Alana. I want to thank him. It brings happiness to you, my friend. He has also given you descendants. Unlike me who can only trouble you." continued Yara lirih with a sad tone. A tearful thread fell on Yara's tapered cheek.

" Yar, you must endure, Alana will be very sad if you give up your hope." whispered Saka in Yara's ear. Yara seemed to have run out of energy to reply to Saka. Yara just fell silent not giving what reaction. Only tears remained faithfully on Yara's cheeks.

" I'll bring Alana here, you want to see Alana right? But you must promise me that you will survive." whispered Saka again, he felt that Yara was not passionate about continuing her life. Let his desire to meet Alana be Yara's present remedy. Saka just thought, does the miracle really exist?

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