I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Surgical procedure

I don't hear any more voices. And I can assure you, the man has returned to his place. Maybe because he saw me close my eyes. He thought I was delirious and returned. I'm surprised, koq he's at home here. Why didn't he just go home? oohs...Yes, he's going to this town to wander. Had he not found a place to stay, so he stayed in this room as well. Ahhh... Why do I think, this is my situation is already very concerning. I finally decided to go to sleep again.

At 04:30 in the morning, I woke up. I look at the whole room. And I found mom still sleeping on the couch. But that man I did not see his whereabouts. But, the sound of water splashing was heard from inside the bathroom. Maybe the guy was taking a shower.

Huufft

I took a deep breath, I felt my whole body getting sicker. This time it hurts 10 times more than last night. But, how else, I have to keep it. Plus my throat feels very dry. I'm thirsty, very thirsty.

I heard the bathroom door open. I, who was awake, kept my eyes open.

"Are you awake?" wanna drink?" ask him kindly. He came to me, with a fresh looking body. A small towel is now slung over the shoulder. From last night, she asked questions, always asking, whether I want to drink or not.

"Yes. I smiled smilingly at him.

The man also took a drinking bottle that already had his straw. He pushed the bottle, and brought the straw closer to my mouth. I also sucked up the mineral water.

" Is there anything else you want? you hungry?" ask again after storing the bottle.

I shook weakly.

"Well, I'll go to mushollah first, if you want anything, let me call you a sister."

"So, there's no one right now." Flat answer.

Hehehe.

I looked at him wonder why he was laughing.

"What am I old? cooking is called father?" he still laughed a little.

"Sorry, deck, bang..!" I was confused, calling him Akram.

"Call me Akram." Then he turned around, came out of this room.

***

At 9am, it was my schedule for surgery. It is still at 07:20 Wib. Today's nurse spoiled me enough. They wiped all my sticky body. And also changed my clothes. I just waited for the nurse to come back, pick me up to take me to the operating room.

"Emmm... You don't mind, son, if Akram's gonna stay at our house?" Ask mom seriously. My mom is sitting in a chair near my bed lying down.

"What mom? stay in our house?" I asked in disbelief. Koq's mother trusts it to strangers.

"Yes, we talked last night. He's out of money. The money he brought from his village, it's been paid for your operating expenses. So, he doesn't have any more money for rent." I listened carefully to the mother who told me the serious story.

"I mean mom, for a while. He lives in a shophouse that we want to make a food stall. You agree, son?" ask mom to look at me.

For a moment I thought. The man gave me the money for my treatment, how bad I would be if I didn't agree with my mother's proposal.

"Yes, it's up to mom. If you believe me, I'll come along." My heart is uncertain.

"Yes, the plan is mom and she will open the food stall first, before you recover. And he wants to. Because he said he was looking for a job." Obviously mother again.

"Oowws... What do you want?' I asked in disbelief.

" Yes son. But, he could not cook, so later he helped help everything, what he could do. "

Chequelek

There was the voice of a woman, greeting us who was seriously chatting. The doctor and two nurses came to visit. The doctor visited quickly too. It's also 07.45 wib.

"How's mom?" ask the doctor who I think is young.

"My news is not good Doc!"

Haha

The doctor laughed out loud. His narrowed eyes are getting lost, covered in his cheek muscles. Yes the doctor who handled me, it looks like a descendant of chines.

"Mom could have." He checked my swollen hands. While one more nurse checked my blood pressure. "Mom's condition is pretty stable. We can have another operation in an hour. Good luck, even if you're pregnant." Obviously the Doctor named Roby is serious.

"Yes doc." Weak territory.

"Alright, calm your mind and pray a lot." He smiled again kindly.

"Yes doc, definitely." My solute.

They all left the room at last.

An hour later

I was in the operating room. The cold felt so bad for my body because of the AC.

The operations. I'm obviously tense at the moment. Because hearing the word surgery, such as having a reputation of horror for some people including me, not only syringes, the operation also involves some medical equipment that is far creepy such as scalpels, scissors, tweezers, and other medical equipment, razor blades, operating lights.

"Emmm.. What pain is mom? fall off the bike, or fall in love and be abandoned again unfortunately?" said the doctor smiled faintly, could the doctor invite me to joke.

"It hurts more to fall in love doc." My mouth smiled wryly.

The doctors and nurses were made to laugh with my answer.

"Hehee... Yes, ma'am?" The doctor replied, friendly.

I was sedated by an anesthesiologist. I'm not general sedated, but only locally drugged. Because I'm pregnant again. Like I wasn't pregnant, I was general sedated.

Because I was just drugged locally. Then all the actions of the doctor, I can observe through the monitor. Starting from the doctor who makes an incision above the fracture site. The doctor can only make an incision only at the end of the long bone if later the installation of a metal rod on the inside of the bone to stabilize the bone.

After installing the pen, the doctor returned

Position the broken bone as before, then the surgeon will install plates, screws, or metal rods to maintain the position of my bones. I was so scared to see the whole operation the doctor had done. Moreover, I am still in a conscious state. Honestly, even though drugged there is still pain that I feel.

Don't want to be depressed because I can see my hand in surgery. I finally decided to close my eyes. Even though I occasionally squeak it. Out of curiosity, what the doctor does during surgery.

And finally the pen installation is complete. The doctor eventually closed the incision wound with stitches and bandaged it with a clean gauze. And in the last stage, the broken area, that is, my hand is plastered.

In a tense, chaotic feeling, I spent 95 minutes in the operating room. The doctor smiled happily at me.

"Mother is great, mother deserves to be happy." He told me with his spirit.

I don't feel any tears coming straight. Can I really feel that happiness?

TB