Bella's Script
Decisions together

Ozi and Inca are still sitting in the waiting chair of the neurosurgery Poly Room. They were waiting for their turn to be called in by medics. About 3 more queues until then the Ozi queue is called.

“Mas Bima need something?” Ask Inka who could not escape his attention from Ozi who sat beside him.

Luckily, Ozi's body was still restrained by him so as not to fall unconscious. The Inca took him to sit down and now, Ozi looked even more pale with cold sweat dots on her face and neck. This man has not spoken anything since. Maybe the rest of the power is just a little.

“Lo don't need me here.” Timpal Ozi without looking at the Inca. The uncomfortable feeling in his body made him even more stubborn.

The pain in his head is like mingling with nervousness when he will face the doctor later. Bad thoughts and the shadow of death were increasingly clearly dancing in his eyes.

“Okey.” Inka Sahut. He took his phone out of his pocket. Look for one of the names in his contacts and Ozi sees it.

“Ngapain lo contact Bella?” He held the Inca hand so as not to continue typing on his finger let alone to press the call button.

“I think, mas Bima need in temenin. Papah I also like to ask at the meeting to be calm when later see a doctor. He said he felt someone was saying.” Bright Inca with innocence.

“Lo knows privacy, right? Have I ever asked you to sit here and nemenin me?” Ozi's speech was slow but full of emphasis.

Just look at his clenched hand, squeezing the queue number in his hand.

He was trying to dare himself to meet the doctor and the woman beside him would easily ruin his efforts.

“Sorry, I don't mean presumptuous. But sorry, I'm not leaving. I'm worried about Bima why-napa.” The light of Inca with her eyes that were even already glazed.

Ozi just shook his head which was getting dizzy. He had no energy to argue with the Inca.

Back there, Ozi and Inka heard a mother's conversation with another mother. Maybe the patient's family is both waiting their turn on call.

“What pain is young so have you been treated to a neurosurgeon?” The woman asked the woman beside her.

Ozi who heard the question could only immerse his hat to disguise his appearance. His eyes were closed in an attempt to take his mind off the voice of the woman behind him. Do not let the unanimous decision be destroyed just because of the discordant voice of others who do not know anything.

“Iyaa.. I think the neurosurgery polyclinic is only visited by our elderly mother who has had a stroke. It turns out that the young one is also here.”

Failing that, Ozi still heard clearly the voice of the other woman. Aarrgghh felt like he wanted to shout and asked the two women to shut up. No one wants to wait here, young or old. He even had to muster up a lot of courage to just step his foot here while anxiously thinking about what the doctor's verdict would be.

Uncompleted Ozi's brain thought, suddenly he felt that something was touching his ear. He opened his eyes and it turned out that the Inca was pairing handsfree in both ears. He saw clearly when the face of the Inca was right in front of him. His eyes were a little wet even though his countenance looked calm.

Is this girl crying because she sees her worrying condition? Does this feel like compassion? Ozi asked himself.

Not long, a soft music sound crept into his ears. Inka took off one handsfree Ozi just to whisper.

“From being horrified of useless talk, listening to music while waiting for our queue at call.” Inca whispers. After talking the girl put back one handfree that was on her loose temporarily.

Ozi glanced at Inka for a moment and the girl looked pensive again. I don't know what's on his mind right now.

“Kita” she says. Is Ozi not alone right now? Is this girl really going to accompany him? I don't know, which was clear for a while Ozi could calm down, not hearing any more the discordant voices of the two women behind him.

“Antrian 58.” Call the Health Officer.

“I!” Sahut Inca, raising his hand.

“Please enter mba.” A nurse opened the door of the examination room.

“Iya sus.”

“Mas, let's go in.” Inka rush off handsfree and turn off the music. He grabbed Ozi's arm and helped her to stand up.

“Gue can be alone.” Said Ozi who just woke up. He attempted to release the Inca's hand which was coiled around his arm.

“Do not be stubborn.” Strictly without being rejected. He insisted on bringing Ozi into the examination room.

Finally Ozi just obeyed the orders of the Incas. He walked into the examination room. As he sat down even his head was like it was shaking full of water.

“At the name Mas Bima. Right?” Ask a middle-aged doctor named Antony above *name tag-*nya.

“True doc.” Ozi Sahut. Slowly he raised his head which was always bowed to hold back dizziness.

“I doctor Antony.” The man extended his hand.

Ozi nodded slowly. With trembling hands he grabbed the hand of doctor Antony. It felt like he had held it but not yet felt. Doctor Antony's hand shaded, making Ozi blink his eyes several times to focus on him. But it turned out to be quite difficult.

“Please, lay patient in bed.” Doctor Antony glanced at his assistant who immediately swiftly carried Ozi with the Inca.

“What is Bima feeling now?” He began to examine several parts of Ozi's body while asking.

“Pusing rotating dock, and limp. My vision is also shaded.” I Ozi who closed her eyes firmly resisted dizziness.

Doctor Antony understood. He pressed the fingertips of Ozi's hand and Ozi pulled him weakly. His legs buckled and were knocked in several parts and only weak movements became Ozi's response.

“How long has it been sick like this?” Doker Antony opens Ozi's closed eyes and directs the light there to check Ozi's eye reflexes.

“About 6 months doc. At first, I thought I was dizzy until I fell unconscious at work and was taken to the hospital. My doctor previously stated that I had a brain tumor.” I'm Ozi to be honest.

“Good. Stay lying here. Mas Bima has previously followed any therapy?” Antony finished examining Ozi and headed to his desk. Check some Ozi inspection documents.

“Before any therapy doc, in addition to the consumption of pain relief drugs.”

“Can I see the cure?”

“There's a doc, in.”

“This doc.” Just as Ozi was about to move, the Inca had already handed over the Ozi medicine from inside the bag.

“Wah his wife is deft yaa.. But how on this dayin her husband is this bad?” Ask Antony's doctor who keeps paying attention one by one to the CT Scan results.

“What is the condition of Bima mas doc?” Inka swiftly asked.

Doctor Antony glanced at the Inca, looking at his hands on the table. There was no ring in his hand.

“His girlfriend should not stay.. Spend more time with her boyfriend. So that he is motivated to heal. Because, delaying treatment for 6 months is too long. The tumor is growing.” Doctor Antony was relaxed. He circled some pictures that he thought were not normal.

Inca turned to look at the ozi who was looking at the ceiling of the examination room. His heart rippled as he looked at the weakly drooping Ozi.

“I'd better take care of it. I'm not going anywhere doc.” Insertive.

Ozi did not respond to the Inca's speech. Only his jakun was seen moving up and down, like he was swallowing a choking feeling in his throat from hearing the Inca's words.

“Good. Our girlfriend's operating. Is it okay if later his girlfriend becomes a bit of a bully? The scar on his head might be a little raised but it looks like it will be a handsome patch.” Doctor Antony smiled slightly to the surprise of the Inca.

Is it true, he has to decide.

“Iya doc.” The Inca and Ozi. Apparently, both decided the same thing.

“Good, we plan operation in next week. Can't be delayed too long because the cassian is too long. Pain relievers will be lowered the dose gradually and for several days should not take pain relievers. That's why we can't wait too long. How's it? If you agree, sign it here. Mba's the guardian, right?” Rent doctor Antony quickly.

The Inca looked at the letter of approval of the action shown by Antony's doctor. When tense like this, suddenly the line of sentences on the paper turned blurry. The Inca even had difficulty digesting the contents of the affidavit.

“Dok, can I name it first?” Said with fear.

“Please.” Doctor Antonny is so open.

“Later after operation, what are the conditions that will be experienced by mas Bima?” While glancing at Ozi, Inka continued her question.

Right now his heart is beating so fast. This decision is not a small one. Life bet.

“Em.. Indeed there are several possible conditions such as, the presence of temporary paralysis on both legs and difficulty to focus. But the mas will not forget the same mba. And at that time, the patient will be very dependent on the people around him, do not rule out the possibility of mba will be bothered. So, if you are not willing to accompany, decide from now on. Do not leave the patient when he is very dependent on you.” Dr. Antony clearly.

Inka was stunned for a moment. He looked at the ozi who was also looking at him.

One decision was taken by the Inca. “I love mas Bima as it is. I will not go for any reason.” Firmly Inca with full confidence.

Ozi, who heard the Inca's words, could only turn his face away. At the corner of his eyes began to gather a circle of tears that in one blink only instantly broke and dripped. Does that woman really have that big feeling?

“Good! Then please sign it without hesitation. Don't forget to BERTO’a first.” Strictly doctor Antony while knocking the paper in front of him.

The Inca took a ballpoint in front of him. He turned his head to Ozi and the man turned his eyes to the Inca. He did not protest, only his eyes looked wet and red. Inka smiled slightly at Ozi, trying to encourage her from afar. In one hand, the consent document was signed.

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