Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 04's. Chaptre 35.
I wasn't ready, to lose you. Not being able to get away from you that is still always in my heart. God help me to forget him. All the stories about him make me always remember the love I used to live in.
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Pov Naro.
At 8am. It's time for Ariana to have surgery. I pushed the cage out of the VVIP room with Mas Angga and Galaxies who will be in charge of Ariana's operation this morning.
Mama Dari, Om Divta, Anggi, Auny, Al and El tailed from behind our faces all the same, panic and fear instead of play.
"Dear."
My wife's been locked up since dawn. He could no longer move and speak. Ariana fell into a coma because the fluid had entered her brain.
"I beg you, hold on. Don't surrender. Don't you want to be happy with me? Don't you want to make our home like your dream?"
I asked all those questions to the person in the coma. Isn't that free? He won't be able to hear my voice or just smile in return.
"You guys wait here!" speaking Galaxies.
"I'm coming in!" my door.
"Can't, Naro. You wait outside," reject the galaxy.
"I beg the Galaxy. I want to give Arin strength. Please let me in" I asked until I cupped both hands to my chest. I know my powers don't exist at all to get into the operating room. It could even violate the rules of this hospital. But, I really accompanied Ariana through it all.
"But_"
"I beg you, Galactic."
The doctors looked at each other. Is allowing me to go in there to accompany the wife I love most with all my heart and body and the feeling of the dust in the chest.
"Allow me, Doc," advised Dr. Novi.
The galaxy seemed to be exhaling violently.
"But remember not to be noisy and noisy" the galaxy warned me.
"Good." I'm nodding.
In the operating room I came in. This is the first time I've been in this room in my life. How people do not fear the operating room is really creepy like those in the world of movies or novels. The sharp and medical devices used to divide the human body were also like making my stomach ache, imagining that the sharp object was scraping my thick stomach.
I was given a shirt and a hat that doctors often wear. I put it on lightning fast because I don't want to miss anything about Ariana.
"Well before the operation begins, die we pray. So that this operation goes smoothly and whatever happens later we are ready to accept all possibilities" said Dr. Husein, a surgeon who works at the Timberland hospital. He is from Indonesia but works in neighboring Malaysia.
I prayed and held my wife's cold hand. My heart was pounding like a marathon as if I were racing.
"Lord, just one of my doors. Just extend my wife's age for a second. Let her be happy with me. All this time he has suffered enough because of my actions all this time. Let him smile for the rest of his life."
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I held Ariana's cold hand. Tears break when you see oxygen vapor that is deliberately installed through the mouth and nose. How miserable my wife is right now. The medical devices tortured all of his body.
I kissed the back of my wife's hand with love. Cold and pale hands without blood. He didn't move at all like last night. I still miss hugging her warmly in the silence of the night.
During his time here, every night he would ask to be hugged before sleeping. It's possible that my embrace gives warmth to his tired body.
"Sauces."
"Ear."
"Speed up his blood pressure!"
I who lay in the medical world just keep quiet and watch the doctors do their job. My hands are not free from Ariana's grasp. Hope this warm grasp can give her the strength to resist and face death that is now attacking her soul part.
I shuddered in horror, as the doctors were splitting Ariana's stomach. I can't imagine not being drugged. Somehow the pain?
"Get the baby out!"
"All right, Doc."
The doctors and nurses seemed busy carrying out their respective duties. Someone was assigned to divide, take the baby in my wife's stomach. As well as the nurse who occasionally wiped off the Galactic sweat, Doctor Novi and the others.
It was fortunate that I was not predestined to become a doctor, so there was no need to meet with such sinister things.
"Owe, owe, owe owe."
My eyes glazed over when I heard the sound of the baby crying. I saw him get out of my wife's stomach and still covered in blood.
Doctor Novi gave the first baby to the nurse to be cleaned immediately.
"Owe, owe, owe, owe."
The second baby came out and Doctor Novi gave the baby to the other nurse.
Back Doctor Novi rubbed my wife's stomach to get the last baby out. Unknowingly I was crying, crying out of guilt. When I was first married, I pushed my wife's body to the floor. Fortunately, the three babies have survived until now. Hopefully later, when they grow up there will be no hate embedded because I have created hell for their mother.
"The patient's doctor lacks a lot of blood" one of the nurses reported.
"Speed up the pressure!" doctor Husein orders that looks busy sewing back my wife's stomach.
Doctor Novi is an obstetrician while Doctor Husein and Galactic surgeon. They appear to be compact working in teams so that the operation runs smoothly. Although sweat seems to pour but they remain concentrated to carry out these tasks and responsibilities.
"The patient's heart rate is weakening, Doc," another nurse reported.
"Add more pressure!" galaxy Command.
I clasped Ariana's hand that was getting pale. The feeling of haru and happiness that I just felt changed with anxiety and fear instead of playing. What if my wife doesn't survive and leaves me? Then I also cannot survive alone in this dark and unjust world.
I pecked Ariana's forehead and back alternately with clear melts that did not stop dripping. Hope all those touches can wake him from the coma. It's not wrong if I wish for more even though reality hits all the fret.
"Darling, your children are born. You can survive to see them exist. Don't you want to see them?"
"Dok, the patient's heart stopped beating."
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