
It was like my heart stopped beating when I found out that Lala had been rushed to the hospital. Not only was my heart beating, my world seemed to stop spinning and even collapse in a split second.
My heart was claustrophobic as a syringe stuck in her tiny hand, lying on the hospital bed helplessly.
He's smart, he's strong, but not that strong. His heart and feelings are as sensitive as mine.
After Bima cut off the call with Hana, she immediately contacted Papi to book two tickets to Singapore, then she went to find a doctor to check my condition as soon as possible.
Mas Bima had prevented me from visiting Lala considering my condition is still weak. But I kept on seducing her and reassuring her that my fever was down and I was fine.
Almost twenty minutes mas Bima see a doctor, until this moment he has not returned. I felt suddenly anxious when I remembered Lala. I hope the hospital gives me permission to get out of here and get home today.
With a pounding heart, my eyes blankly staring straight at the tv screen that was able to turn on Bima.
My focus was up when I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, I automatically turned my face to the right and Bima appeared and walked up to me with a look that I did not understand.
"Where is mas? Can I go home today?" I grabbed Bima's hand, grasped it with both hands.
"Actually you can't, Bi" This guy is sitting on the edge of the bed. "But I insisted, and the doctor said that if the blood test was good, you could go home with a note that I should make a statement so that if anything happens to you, something, it is no longer the responsibility of the hospital"
"I'm fine, my fever has gone down, and I'll recover if I see Lala"
"But you have to sit in a wheelchair, yes, your condition is still very weak, was the doctor who suggested?"
"Then the wheelchair?" many confused.
"I've rented it from here for a statement, it's a long meal"
"Yes it's okay, the important thing is that I go with Lala's nose"
Silently, we quietly stared at each other in a wound feeling.
"But when's the blood test coming out, ma'am?"
"In a moment he said, they will come to check your condition and tell you the results"
I nodded in understanding.
"Bi" Call Bima mas after there is silence for a while.
"Yes mas" My eyebrows swooped sharply.
"Later if the blood results are not as expected, you are not allowed to go home, the doctor will observe you and handle further, is it okay if you do not come to Singapore?"
"But mas_"
"Can't you argue this time, Bi? I beg you not to be stubborn" he said cutting my sentence. His gaze was not distracted from me for a moment. "I know there's no woman as strong as you, but if you insist, and something happens to you, what about me and Lala later? Who's taking care of us?"
I was stunned, my pair of beads moved restlessly following the tail of the Bima mas bead.
"Maybe I can lose my mind, Bi"
With great difficulty I gulped my own saliva. Part of me thinks of Lala, part of me tries to accept Bima's decision.
I thought about why I should get sick when Lala needed me, why we were sick and taken to the hospital almost at the same time. If only I could, I'd take Lala's pain.
Sighing softly, my gaze bowed looking at our interlocking hands.
It's so hard for me to accept, it's even harder when I go through the two-year days I've been through without the attention of Lala's father.
"Oh yes" bima said. "So the phone call came back he said he had a ticket on a ten o'clock flight. We still have about three hours to get ready. While waiting for the flight time, I'll go home to prepare our documents and clothes during our stay there, but later after the doctor checks you"
"Yes, mas"
"It's okay I'll stay home for a while, papi sama mami will come here after packing, they will also come with us to Singapore, from our hospital directly to the airport"
"But I can pack my clothes?"
"You underestimated your husband, Bi? During this time I have learned a lot about you, I know the clothes that fit and fit you, the combination of hijab and clothes that you often wear, both at night, during the day, and the clothes that you wear, clothes to get out, even your official clothes I memorized"
"Yes, mas's great. But don't forget to bring it also_"
"Skincare and your make up?" Cut Bima's mas, he smiled as he said it.
While my hand reflexes outstretched and pinched his nose full of affection.
"Sick Bi" The sting is spoiled.
"Open, it's slow to hurt"
We exchanged smiles before Bima kissed my hand.
***
Time continued to roll, the sun was already crawling up right on the crown when we reached the land of the Lion.
Me, mas Bima, and my father and mother-in-law just exited Changi Airport.
Mas Bima pushed my wheelchair, while papi and mami dragged the suitcase. Each one carried one suitcase because for a few days we would stay in a family-owned apartment.
Father Danu and Papi Rio do have a luxurious residence in Singapore because in one year, precisely at Christmas and new year we always vacation here. And fortunately, Singapore is a country that exempts visas especially for Indonesian citizens, so even if it is impromptu, we can still leave as long as there is money and passports, he said, and do not exceed the overstay that is in a period of thirty days.
One thing I am grateful for today. My blood test results were normal, there were no signs of a serious illness attacking my body. And I can't wait to meet my daughter.
"White, I'm the same Arimbi directly to the hospital, papi and mami to the apartment, you guys rest first there, and the afternoon can catch up with us"
"Yes, meet your daughter, Lala must be happy"
"Later to bring a change of clothes for you" said mami interjected.
"Thank you, Mi"
"Mommy should thank you, Bi. Mami is grateful because you want to be present in the life of Bima and Lala"
"Yes, you guys be careful" said papi breaking the awkwardness.
We split up at the taxi stop. My in-laws headed for the apartment, while I and Bima went straight to the hospital.
From the airport to the place we will go takes about forty minutes. During the trip, Bima and I both did not make a sound. Mas Bima closed my eyes, I myself chose to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Lion City which was neatly arranged and clean.
Until it was not felt, know the taxi we were riding entered the hospital yard.
When a pair of my netra read the large print on the front of the building, my heart immediately shook and I did not know how to calm the beat.
It's really crazy, it's a good thing I'm sitting in a wheelchair, I don't know what happens if I walk on my feet, maybe I'll crawl into a building where Lala's inside.
After asking the whereabouts of Lala ward to the receptionist, Bima mas again pushed my wheelchair. Walk straight then turn left, then turn left again which will be there will be an elevator to go up to the destination floor. Once out of the elevator we have to take a right and there we will find a row of rooms. Lala's room is called a grey room.
Upon our arrival in front of Lala's room, the new Bima mas will raise his hand to knock on the door, Bima's mobile phone rang making him stop doing so.
"Hana, Bi" said mas Bima.
"Give me a gold"
Mas Bima also directly put the device in one of his ears. I looked up at his handsome face.
"Yes, Han? I'm in front of Lala's room"
"What?"
"Where's the room?"
"I'm going right there right now"
After that call is closed. I was confused to see the look on Bima's face that changed completely. He pushed me and took me somewhere.
"We went where we were, wasn't Lala's room"
Mas Bima did not answer, he even accelerated his steps towards a room that made me relax.
"Bima, Arimbi" said Hana with a tense look when we found Hana standing with an uneasy gesture.
"Why did Lala get into the ICU?" ask Bima to the point. His face was flat as if holding back an growl.
"Bim's body temperature was very high, but Lala had a seizure and the doctor immediately transferred her to the ICU. He's being handled right now"
"Astaghfirullah" I said with eyes that began to glaze over.
"If anything happens to our daughter, I will sue you, Han" said mas Bima.
"I'm sorry, Bim. I was wrong"
Mas Bima smiled as he shook his head. "I didn't expect, after you left her, to shamelessly force Lala to stay with you, when you knew how Lala would react when you took her away. You don't want to budge at all with your daughter, you're selfish, Han"
"I think_"
"What do you think?" Mas Bima who was already standing face to face with his ex-wife, his eyes reddened like holding a dam of tears.
"Gesya says he_"
"He what?" bima mas Bersama. "He said he'd help us win Lala's heart? As long as you know, all Gesya can do and give to Lala is just luxury goods, not affection like Arimbi gave, Lala does not even like Gesya at all"
"I'm sorry Bim"
"Are you sorry that you're going to be able to restore Lala's current mood somehow destroyed it?"
"Mas" I grabbed his arm with my head turned up. "Relax, it's a hospital" a drop of my tears fell. My heart hurts, it hurts.
"Excuse me, is miss Arimbi in here?" the doctor looked at us in turn. Me, Bima and Hana.
"Iam Arimbi doctor" I said quickly.
Automatic black bead the doctor scanned my face with a lowered look.
"Lala is looking for you, come in please!"
"Thanyou doctor" I replied.
"Can we come in, too?" ask the Bima.
"Of course, but only two people"
"Okay!" balas mas Bima's.
That means, only me and Bima can enter.
"Sir, we go in first" I said referring to Hana after the man's doctor's departure.
"Come, Bi! he keeps calling your name"
Without a word, Bima directly pushed my wheelchair towards the glass door that could not be penetrated by the view. My heart turned back as my wheelchair approached the door.
One of the sisters helped us open the door.
As soon as Bima and I entered, my view with Lala immediately roped.
"Mother!"
My tears fell as soon as I heard Lala calling me. His voice was extremely weak complete with his face that looked deathly pale. A pair of netraku then switch on the monitor screen that sounds to the rhythm of the pattern in the form.
My heart was sliced, my chest was also tight, even the oxygen that went into my lungs actually felt like a torture.
The noise became even more when I heard Lala's re-call.
"Yetoo!"