DIVORCE DEED
Conscious

I ran towards Aditiya's treatment room. I don't want anything to happen to him.

"Mom"

Inara and Mama sit in front of the operating room. Their faces were in a frenzy and looked at me as they ran towards them.

"How's Ina?"

The girl hugged my body tightly. The crying became. I can't be like this.

"Mas Aditya is in surgery, there are some broken glass car that got into his leg. His head was also hit by mbak"

Inara's cry broke. Nor can Mama hide her feelings at this time. The only boy at the moment has to fight to survive.

"Zayyen?"

I haven't seen Zayyen since I arrived. Usually the boy would run towards me.

"Zayyen was picked up by her grandmother, her mother Lana. Moments like this, Zayyen should be kept away from the anxiety of all of us."

I'm nodding. I just met Ams Aditya yesterday. The man still had time to prank me.

A few seconds later the operating room lights went out. The doctor came out and immediately conveyed how Aditya mas condition.

"The patient is done we give action, after this Mr. Aditya will be transferred to the treatment room."

"Is everything okay, Doc?"

Mama looks impatient. His face was so worried he looked at the doctor.

"Mother rest easy, the patient will soon be aware"

I would love to bow down in gratitude. Mas Aditya has now gone through his critical years. The doctor has managed to provide help to Aditya.

Mas Aditya came out with a body full of medical devices. His feet and head are also in bandages. I can't watch all this. The man was taken by several sisters.

"Sorry, for now I can't go in"

One of the nurses stopped us. He immediately closed the door. We could only watch Aditya mas from the glass wall. The man did not move.

"It's....."

Mama Yuni and Inara were devastated. They kept crying staring at Aditya from behind the glass wall. I'm raging.

Why does something like this happen to Aditya. Why did the man not even focus on carrying his vehicle.

Tonight, Inara and I will be watching Aditya. Mama Yuni has a history of hypertension and wake up long enough at night is certainly very risky.

"Mr....."

Inara looks very tired.

"You better go to the hospital mosque, you can rest there. Let me guard Mas Aditya. I hope he'll be around sooner."

The girl looked at me. It might not be possible to just leave me alone.

"Why not why?"

I shook my head quickly. I'll be fine, anyways I don't feel sleepy. Tomorrow morning Inara can replace me.

"Yes already mbak, if anything happens Inara news yes mbak"

I'm nodding. The girl walked away from me. The clock shows at 2 am. But Aditya was unconscious.

I can still hear the sound of medical devices in the hospital. This hallway felt very quiet. My eyes are not separated from Aditiya's body. That guy made my pain go away.

"Sorry buk"

I'm shocked. Because thinking of a lonely hospital, I think of a no-no. I looked towards the direction the voice came from. One of the nurses.

I immediately nodded. It was still a shock to get the words out. I walked into Aditya's room.

In the room there is one long sofa and one chair near the Aditya mas mattress. I walked to the sofa. It seems like lying down for a while is not a problem.

(Tinnnnn.).

I woke up when I heard a loud voice. It turns out that there have been many doctors and nurses who examined Aditya mas. I'm shocked. Thought something might happen to Aditya.

"What's the doc"

My voice panicked asking the doctor to explain something to me. The doctor was just silent and focused on checking the condition of Aditya mas. But one of the nurses came up to me and took me outside.

"Bak calm down, the doctor is checking the patient's condition. His blood pressure is reduced quite a lot. So the doctor should focus on giving his best"

I looked back at Aditya. The man's condition is starting to become unstable.

"Will it be okay?"

The woman nodded and took me to sit in the hospital chair. I could only stare towards Aditya's ward. It's 7 in the morning. I did not realize that the sound of the machine had rippled for a long time. The doctor who passed in front of Aditya's mas room immediately entered and confirmed the sound. The blood pressure of Aditya decreased. And that's quite a danger.

"Sir Karin....."

Inara ran after seeing me in the hospital hallway.

"What's wrong, mbak?"

"Mas Aditya's pressure's dropping, the doctor's checking on him"

"Astaghfirullah's....."

The girl also looked very worried. He clasped my fingers and we strengthened each other.

"Sir Rabecca will return to Indonesia, brother, I have told the condition of Aditya mas, and thankfully he wants to give up and understand to go home soon"

I'm nodding. The Rabecca is the second child of mama Yuni. Continue his studies abroad. During my marriage to Aditya I rarely had a chance to chat with him, rarely going home. For 3 years he never returned to Indonesia. The reason is because it is comfortable abroad, or is busy. Sometimes it is often reasoned to the Aditya mas, if lazy to meet the mother who continues to force her to get married.

Independent women like Rabecca are not easy to manage. But compared to Inara, Rabecca has a much closer approach to the Aditya mas. Maybe because their age is not much different. Only 2 years away.

"Maybe tonight he has landed in Indonesia mbak"

"Thank God"

We really hope Rabecca can come, Aditya mas might need support from her sisters. Moreover, it is rare to meet, surely the arrival of Rabecca will give progress to the health of Aditya.

The doctors and nurses came out of the hospital room. They stopped and found us.

"How's the doctor?"

The man smiled and read the results.

"Everything is stable. The patient's blood pressure may decrease because the patient is conscious."

Me and Inara are grateful. Finally, Aditya managed to get through his critical period.

"But since the patient is now trying to be fully aware, we beg you to continue to invite the patient to communicate. It can stimulate patient awareness"

"Thank you so much doctor"

"Together Mom, we'll excuse you"

"Alhamdulillah Inara"

I stared at Aditya's sister. The girl smiled at me too. We cuddled. Everything is starting to improve.

"Alhamdulillah mbak"