It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-43

"WHAT? AREN ACCIDENT? WHY COULD THAT BE?" asked the mother-in-law in a very loud voice half shouting.

"Hello, Nesy?"

Looks like the phone changed hands to papa-in-law. "Yeah, Pa."

"Where are you now?"

"In the White House Medica, Pa."

"Well, we'll be there soon."

After the call closed, I headed back to the room where my husband was being handled. The Nakes are still fighting me in my husband's dealings. Hopefully not something bad, Mas Aren can get through it well.

My eyes were incessantly dripping with clear details flowing one by one over my cheeks. However, my hands continued to fight back against their presence stating that I was strong in dealing with it.

Somehow the time passed, but there were no signs of handling my husband was over. All of a sudden, the Doctor came out from behind the curtain that covered the part of my husband being handled.

"Arendra's patient's family?" the nurse beside the doctor called out to me.

I approached immediately, but the face of the doctor and nurse looked doubtful when I saw me.

"Mas Arendra is my husband, Doc. She's okay, isn't she?" I clasped my hand and put it on my chest expectantly.

"We need the signature of his immediate family to approve the operation that must be carried out immediately."

Tears fell again and this time the grains were much bigger than before. "Don't tell me, that's bad, Doc?"

The doctor shook his head. "However, that's how it happened. We need that signature immediately. It certainly has to do with the affidavit and is willing to bear all the costs."

The doctor looked back. "Patient Arendra is an ASN right? However, the cost may not be covered by BPJS. But—"

"Do it, Doc. I don't care what the cost is." Both hands were cupped expectantly.

"I just hope to get her condition back to how it was."

The doctor looked at me seriously. "We will try our best, for the result, we must pray a lot to get the best results."

I followed the doctor to his study. Signing several affidavits, and approval. After that, my husband was immediately transferred to the operating room.

I saw that the two in-laws had arrived, following our steps which moved to push the cage.

"How, Nesya? Where are you going?" asked Mama-in-law in surprise.

"Mas Aren must be operated on immediately, Ma."

Mama Mertu was seen stopping her steps of closing her mouth. Papa Mertu clenched both shoulders Mama nodded her head. Then we followed the branch to the operating room.

I could only stroke my husband's cheek for a moment. His face was swollen and swollen. My heart just wanted to get hurt seeing it all. I want to, let me feel all that.

"Yes, ma'am ... limit to here only!" A nurse began to restrict me, because the cage had passed through the entrance of the operating room.

My shoulder was touched from behind, it turned out to be Mama-in-law. I immediately hugged my in-laws. The one who is always present in silence to help my troubles.

"Maa, I'm sorry. Forgive me for being a useless wife to Mas Aren." The two of us hugged each other.

We passed hours, waiting for the operation that did not end. You have arrived, bringing equipment for me and Mas Aren.

"Nesya, you look so tired, how about you just go home? Moreover, you are pregnant young, not good for the condition of your fetus if too tired like this." said the father rubbed my shoulders that have been lying down waiting for the results that never finished.

"So, Nesya's pregnant?" My mother and father-in-law also approached.

"Yes, Ma. Thank God, I am pregnant with Mas Aren's son. Bbt ...." Tears fell back at will.

My father-in-law handed me a handkerchief. I immediately accepted and wiped these tears. I can't be like this! I must be strong! My children must also be forced to be strong since they are still unformed.

"You just rest! Let us wait for Aren" said Mama-in-lawaku.

I shook my head slowly, it was impossible for me to sleep well. "I want to always be by his side, Ma. Mama, Papa, and Dad don't worry about me and my kids. We can deal with it."

"Then you eat first! Your mother prepared food for you."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Thank you."

Finally, the operation process sign lights were turned off after five hours ago they went in there. Shortly thereafter, a doctor and a nurse came out of the surgical room.

Papa-in-law, who happened to be in that position, welcomed the presence of the person who dissected my husband. "What about my son, Doc?"

The doctor was seen shaking his head several times. "For the time being, the patient's condition can be said to be stable. We just had surgery to reduce the pressure on the nerve fibers and blood vessels that supply the visual nerve by reducing the swelling that occurs due to trauma/injury."

Everyone is watching carefully including me. There seems to be a severe case for my husband. I don't want to speculate much, but we hope the operation was a success.

"W-did I see my husband, Doc?"

The doctor glanced inward, then stood back near us. "Later after being transferred to the treatment room, you can all see it in turn," explained the Doctor who still uses sterile clothes.

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In the morning, Nesya who slept beside the bed using an existing chair, grasped the hand of Rendra her husband who had been filled with bandages.

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