Love for Adita
Love For Adita 46

The cud 46

Like a racer on a circuit, I'm kind of good at driving a car.

" Tan.hold on.demi Farah."

I turned when there was a hospital nearby.

As fast as lightning I went down and shouted for help to the nurse, "Sus.please my husband in the car..."

The medical staff helped me.

I no longer attach much importance to my blood-filled appearance. Most importantly, Tristan's life can be helped.

After the doctor, I can breathe a little. I'm waiting in front of Tristan's room. Tears are running down to get down.

" Tan.setega it's you're the same me .."

I leaned my body against the hospital wall.

" What makes you desperate, Tan.." I muttered softly.

I don't care about being a hospital visitor's spectacle. My clothes that feel fishy, might be one of them away from me.

I fingered the wallet, looking for a cell phone to call mom and dad but...

" Where's my phone? What's left in the car?"

Inevitably, I walked towards the car park. But I didn't find my phone.

I try to remember, ah... Yeah, not at the security guard post.

I nodded my head that felt dizzy. Even now I'm getting nauseous from smelling my own body scent.

I'll make sure Tristan first, then I go home, I remember Farah's cry. Obviously he refused to be left alone on the security guard at home. Hopefully, they are the right people to take care of Farah in an emergency like this.

I was still waiting faithfully for Tristan, until a young Doctor came out of the room where Tristan was being treated.

" Adita's mother?" Ask the doctor that she is friendly.

" We're in my room now yeah..."

I nodded, obeying Doctor Frida's request.

We sat face to face, Frida's doctor opened her glasses, and sat leaning against the black padded chair.

I was tense waiting for every word that would come out of the mouth of this beautiful doctor.

" Mr. Tristan is depressed." Doctor Frida.

Yeah, my guess didn't miss. Tristan is depressed.

" Adita's mother knows the problem?" Ask Dr. Frida.

" I know Doc. And it just happened, Doc. My husband is afraid that later the company that he has managed so far will go bankrupt." Obviously again.

" Continue, please do not leave alone. Give encouragement and support so that Pak Tristan can recover faster. Luckily, he wasn't late to be brought here." Said Dr. Frida.

After talking to Doctor Frida, I chose to leave.

I met for a moment Tristan who was still asleep in sleep. His face looks pale. I kissed my husband's forehead slowly, "don't be reckless, baby..."

Because Tristan is still sound, I leave him to the nurse, "s.... I want to leave my husband for a while? I want to go home and see my son. I put it to the security guard." Obviously I'm expecting the compassion of the medics here.

" Oh please ma'am... We'll call mom later if Mr. Tristan is dead." The nurse was friendly.

One problem is done. I can go home to see Farah. I speed the car steady. I never thought I should be in a position like this.

The car entered the area of the house, the security guard came to me while holding Farah.

Immediately I got out of the car. Farah looked at me sadly. I grabbed my little angel with sad feelings.

" Tan look at Farah.he's been affected by your ridiculous actions." My inner speech is sore.

"Mom.it's mom's phone left behind." The security guard pulled out my phone.

" Sir.thank you for helping us ..thank you for being kind to our family. Thank you for taking care of Farah today. This is for you, please accept." I gave you three red sheets.

" Sorry mom, no need. I'm sincere..." The security guard tried to refuse, but I still forced them to accept tips from me.

I brought Farah in and bathed her immediately. Not forgetting to feed. Farah must be hungry.

After putting Farah to sleep, I immediately took a shower. My body feels sticky and smelly.

***

Huft. I just told mom and dad about Tristan. Mom and Dad were not surprised, they looked ordinary. Has Tristan done this too often? There are still a lot of things I don't know.

I obeyed my mother's order to stay home. He said they'll take care of Tristan. Poor with Farah, said my mother.

Luckily, I have a mother-in-law who understands my situation.

Tonight, my eyes could not be closed, I woke up to turn on the room lights. But my eyes caught a piece of paper.

Letter from Tristan,

For my dear wife..

Maybe when I read this letter, I was already in a different world.

Excuse me... Sorry if I took this shortcut. I can't live my life with you and Farah. I can't watch you live in trouble if my company goes bankrupt. Adita my dear wife.care my successor who is able to make you live well.

From your loving husband, Tristan.

I was confused to be sad or even laugh after reading a letter written by Tristan.

How could he mention dear if he chose a shortcut like this? I know a lot of things I don't know about my husband.

***

Today Farah and I are getting ready to visit Tristan. Don't forget I brought provisions for mama and papa.

So many messages went into Tristan's phone, asking for his presence. Some of them had canceled meetings. I was confused as to what to reply to, so I let it go.

We got to the hospital, mom was feeding Tristan.

Seeing our arrival, Tristan could only remain silent.

" Ma, let me feed Farah's father." I said while taking the plate from my mother's hand.

As if you understand, without much protest mom and dad invite Farah to get out of the room with a reason to forage. Mama understands that Tristan and I need to have a chat. I'm lucky to have in-laws who don't like to interfere in other people's affairs.

I feed Tristan until this plate is clean without a grain of rice. There was only silence between us.

I gave my husband medicine and told him to lie down.

" Rather..."

Yeah! Finally Tristan spoke too.

I just glanced at it. My heart is still miffed by his recklessness and madness.

" I'm sorry that's ridiculous." His words are full of regrets.

" It doesn't matter." Answer cuek.

Tristan took my hand, "i'm afraid I can't make you happy if my company goes bankrupt." Evidently.

" All you have in mind is company and company. Wasn't Farah on your mind? Have you never thought, if you die later, who will love Farah? Cccc... Very funny, Tan." I started nagging Tristan.

" I'm scared, Dita.."

" What are you afraid of, Tan?"