Jatukarmas
Chapter 49
At a hospital in Singapore, a doctor and several nurses were monitoring patients lying in ICU rooms. The heart and brain monitors still make monotonous and stable sounds.
The patient had been in a coma for a year and is still showing signs of life. Two private nurses assigned by the patient's family take care of him day and night.
The patient was a beautiful girl who looked like a sleeping princess. His white skin looks pale. His lips were slightly pulled upwards like a little smiling person.
His father was a wealthy businessman and an important official in Indonesia. The man visits his daughter once a week.
Every time he came, he would wait for the princess for a few hours, trying to get her to talk. Sometimes the man would tell me anything about his daily life.
And after three hours, he will fly back to Jakarta. That was the office's routine for a year.
The surgical removal of the projectile lodged in his daughter's head was successful. But after the operation, the doctor was amazed because the patient did not wake up.
The doctor finally concluded, to wake or resuscitate the patient again is to arouse the spirit of life and the patient's own wishes.
Because of the words of the doctor, the patient's father tried to be present at least once a week on the sidelines of his super-dense busyness. He always injects his spirit by talking to his daughter, apologizing, expressing his affection and so on.
This morning, Shanti, the private nurse, was amazed to see the patient's little finger move slightly. He tried to give a stimulus by tickling the smooth and pale palm.
The patient's pinky finger moves more intensely. And now accompanied by the movement of his other fingers.
Shanti girang is not a braid. During this year, he had already fallen in love with this beautiful patient and considered her like his own sister.
He whispered softly in the patient's ear.
"Beautiful girl, beautiful girl, let's wake up baby. The sun has risen. Its warm light is waiting for you to bathe your pale skin into a rosy glow.."
The doctor who came to check the patient's condition, noted the progress is getting better. They inject nutrients into a feeding tube that connects directly to the patient's stomach.
Hours later, Shanti was stunned.
The patient's fingers clench gently, then open, and clench again.
The patient's eyelids twitch, then the eyelids are protected lashes lentik it slowly open.
"Doctor, the patient opened his eyes !" shanti exclaimed at the doctor who was examining the monitor.
Then throw the private ICU room VIP 1.
A miracle and the power of God took place, awakening a patient from his long slumber.
The doctors went back and forth to help the recovery of patients on behalf of Citra Kartika. Who woke up from a coma exactly a year.
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The image of Kartika looked around him in confusion.
Walls with peach color paint graded light green, with modern curtains. People who go around him speaking English. Dreams go back to modern times?
A girl older than him looked at him with a big smile.
"Welcome back, Citra Kartika Karismaputri .."
Citra Kartika. This girl dressed like a modern person called her by her full name on her birth certificate?
The girl fed him a spoonful of water.
After her throat got wet, Citra Kartika opened her mouth and tried to talk.
"In... Where is this?"
"You're at the Royal Hospital, Citra. And meet me, I'm Shanti. And this is Alika." The girl pointed at another girl who had just arrived.
"Where .. kanda Surya Kencana? The palace ladies why ..everything is foreign .." Citra said stammering.
The two nurses looked at him in confusion.
"Darling palace?" muttered Alika confused.
"You're in a coma after undergoing a surgical procedure to remove shrapnel in the head, baby.." Shanti explained slowly.
"We've been looking after you for a year . and those doctors are taking care of you ."
Kartika's image moved her stiff head slowly, scanning the people standing around her one by one.
"Ah .. dizziness .." Kartika's image complains.
A doctor rushed to inject the drug in an infusion hose connected to Citra's arm.
The girl gathered her distant and vague memories.
He looked at Shanti, feeling that the girl could be trusted. The image clasped tightly onto the girl's hand that never let go of her hand, then said weakly.
"Sister, I want to be treated in Jenggala..."
When he saw the girl astonished, Citra corrected him.
"I mean .. in Malang ..."
So be it today, three days after waking up from the coma, Citra Kartika was flown in a special helicopter to Malang, accompanied by her father and younger brother. As well as two private nurses, Shanti and Alika.
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No one knows what makes Citra Kartika such a daze when she just woke up from a coma. He often asked strange things that people did not understand.
"Good Saksena?"
"Did he manage to turn himself into a good one?"
"What about Galuh Mayani? Who's she married to?"
The image of Kartika looks often sad . His subconscious was still carried away by the memories he had experienced in the kingdom of Jenggala. It is sad to remember the unfortunate Bagus Saksena and Siluh Candrani.
For months he was still often alone and contemplating.
He did not regret leaving Jenggala. Only that he did not understand, what happened to him during his coma ? Was it just a long dream? Why does it feel so real?
Or are all these experiences a reflection of their own past lives? But why should he feel for himself the experience in a coma?
The image of Kartika is also still often wondered in his heart the continuation of the fate of those who came into contact with him in the past.
How is her husband, Surya Kencana, married for his allotment? Does the man he loved as a brother feel lost to him?
Until at the end of his turmoil, Citra chose to give everything to their own destiny, their own rationukarma. As taught by Bhagawan Wistara who is wistful and wise.
'Let go of everything you've ever been through, and live this moment, this second, well. Because this moment is the most beautiful gift from Hyang Widhi .'
During his treatment at his home in Malang, his father brought in physio therapists to restore Citra. They helped him to retrain his stiff and shrunken muscles.
The image of Kartika palpates the muscles of his arms and legs that are no longer as vigorous as they used to be, the result of years of training. His white skin covered the muscles that were as weak and soft as the muscles of women in general. There were no longer any strong and hard muscles bulging in his body.
Two therapists and two nurses painstakingly treated and trained Citra, until within a month Citra had been able to do all the daily activities on its own.
Now he spends his time to take care of the back garden of his grandfather's grandmother's house in Malang. Feed the chicken, cut off the yellowed leaves of the plant. Joking with Mbah Tuti, his grandfather's youngest brother who lives next door.
Several former colleagues in Jakarta have visited him, especially Sherly and Yudis. Those who helped Citra a lot to apply for early retirement with special conditions.
Citra's biological father, Prasetya Karisma, often came with Harry, Citra Kartika's half-sister. Once a week they fly from Jakarta to give a morale boost to Prasetya's only daughter.
The presence of his father and stepbrother gave a lot of positive progress in Citra Kartika. He who was initially hit, sad, often contemplated because he remembered life in the past, has now begun to smile again.
The two beautiful nurses were no longer accompanying her at the residence. They only come once a month to accompany Citra check up to the hospital.
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A year has passed.
This is the last day of Citra Kartika to check up at a hospital in Jakarta. This time he was picked up by Harry who always faithfully accompanied him. Prasetya did not deliver his son because he was busy lobbying his new business partners coming from abroad.
They were sitting there waiting for the results when Harry's phone rang. The handsome 20-year-old saw his father's name on the screen.
"Hello Dad?"
"Hello son, how did Citra check up result?"
"We're waiting for the results, father."
"You're in the Royal Jakarta waiting room?"
"Yes, Dad. "
"After Dad's there. It's dad delivering a business associate to dad who suddenly fainted."
"Oh?!?"
A few minutes later Prasetya actually approached his two children.
"How are your business associates doing?" ask Harry.
"He's already human. Sugar levels are too low. His son came to take care of it. So I can get to you."
Prasetya sat next to Citra after stroking the girl's hair.
"Hi, my girl !" A kiss landed on his son's forehead.
"Hi, father." said Citra flat.
Over the past year his relationship with his father has improved. But Citra Kartika can not be spoiled like a girl to her father.
This is enough to make Prasetya happy. The important thing is that his daughter has returned from the clutches of death, and wants to acknowledge him as a father.
After the results of the Citra examination came out, they also got an explanation from the doctor. Image conditions have recovered one hundred percent, so monthly check-ups can be extended to six months.
Happily, the three children came out of the doctor's consultation room. In the hallway they almost collided with a young man who came out of a room.
"Sorry, sorry ..eh.. It's Pras !" The young man who almost hit Citra's shoulder was shocked when he saw Prasetya. He was even more stunned when his gaze rubbed with the beautiful girl standing near Prasetya.
The girl was also shocked.
He was wide-eyed, his hands were closing his lips.
"You ..kau ..Goody... Goody... Saksena....?!?! " a soft but clear voice was heard by the people, leaping out of his lips.