My Killer Lecturer's
Koma

“What patients are welcome, Sus?” my many.

“Sorry, for now the patient is still in the medical team monitoring. So can't be reached yet,” replied the nurse.

“Then, what about a patient named Fatwa. Last night he had a bullet removal operation. Is he conscious?” ask again.

“Patients who are in room one? Until now, the victim of gunshot wounds was still unconscious as well, Mbak.”

“Yes God, it's been almost 1 x 24 hours,” murmured me while glancing at the watch.

“Almost, Ma'am. There are still a few hours ahead. We do’a course hopefully Fatwa sir will soon realize,” said the nurse.

I'm nodding.

“If no one wants to ask again, I'm sorry first, Ma'am,” concluded the nurse.

“Good, Sus. Thank you," I replied.

After the nurse left, Zein and I approached Fatwa's room and sat down on a bench that was reserved for waiting for patients.

“Oh yes, Brother. By the way, how could Fatwa sir be at the scene?” ask Zein.

“That's what Brother himself doesn't understand Zein. One that Brother knew, when Anneu was taking Brother into the forest, on the way, there was a car following us. In fact, the car got ahead of us and gave Anneu a warning to stop. But, Brother himself did not know who was driving the car. And when Anneu fired her weapon, suddenly the Fatwa had fallen down before Brother. At that time Brother only realized if he blocked the bullet so as not to hit Brother,” I replied. “But, Zein .. does Fatwa know that Brother was kidnapped?” I asked Zein.

“Iya, Brother. Actually, at that time Zein and Rayya were already very confused as to where else to look for Brother. Brother's abduction is really neat, until the police can not sniff the disappearance of Brother. From the beginning, Rayya had tried to contact Mr. Fatwa, but not connected. He seems to have changed his phone number. But, two weeks ago, when our class was running a trial, suddenly Fatwa sir came to the campus. He said he wanted to meet my brother, he knew it was our last day on campus. That's when I told him of his brother's disappearance. And since he knew Brother was kidnapped, he was also the one who was intensively searching for Brother. The last news I heard from Rayya, Fatwa sir went to Bali to see Yudhis sir. Because, he thought that Mr. Yudhis was the mastermind behind the kidnapping of Brother,” said Zein at length.

“Yes God, to that extent,” muttered as I looked at the door of Fatwa's room. Guilt again in the chest. The man I wanted to avoid for the sake of a bastard like Yudhis, turned out to be the one who repeatedly saved me.

For a few minutes, silence ensued. Until Zein's cell phone ringer broke the silence. Zein reached into his jacket pocket to remove the flat object.

“Kak, Zein excuse me to take the phone first,” said Zein to me.

I just nodded in response to Zein's words. A moment later, Zein came out of the corridor of the ICU room. After Zein died, I got out of my chair and approached the window to see the face of my guardian angel. The handsome face with burly jaws was being closed like a person in deep sleep.His face looked a little pale. The chest of the field wrapped in bandages, the more it made my chest feel tight.

Ah, Fatwa ... Why do you have to do all this? Why do you sacrifice yourself for me who can never make you happy? Why, Fat? A question that made my chest seem to be squeezed by a huge chunk of rock.

“Kakak?”

Suddenly, Zein's call broke my daydream. A moment later, I approached Zein and sat back on the bench.

“Who called Zein?” I asked so much to land my butt on that long chair.

“Mama, Brother,” Zein replied.

I scrunched my forehead. As far as I know, Zein no longer has a mother. Did his father marry again?

“Mama you?” ask me to make sure.

Zein smiled. “Not, his mother Kak Chi,” replied Zein.

Eits, this boy .. since when did he call my mama? I monologue myself in my heart.

“Oh. Mama said what, Zein?” my many.

“Mama said, you should go home first to clarify to the school about the kidnapping of Brother. So that Mr. Diman can help Brother clarify to the District Office, he said brother,” replied Zein.

I could only silently hear Zein say. I actually objected to having to leave the Fatwa in this condition. But what my mother said was true as well.

“Alright, Zein. After the latest news from Fatwa, Brother will take the time to go home,” I replied.

Zein smiled. “Ya already, Zein tell mama first,” said Zein. He came back to call my mom.

.

.

The clock continues to turn. Without feeling, the night is getting crawling. At 10 p.m., it is the deadline that will determine how the fate of the Fatwa will be in the future. Almost every minute I look at my watch. With anxious feelings, I was still faithfully waiting for the doctor who would check the Fatwa's final condition.

Kriet!

A nurse opened the door of the ICU hallway. Beside him, a senior doctor who yesterday became the head of the team that handles Fatwa surgery. Me and Zein just stood up to welcome their arrival.

The doctor glanced at me and smiled at me. “We do’akan the best for patients yes, Bu!” said it.

Me and Zein nodded. After speaking to us, the doctor opened the door of Fatwa's room and entered it.

I walked around in front of the door. Every now and then I stopped to see what was going on inside through the slit of the glass window of Fatwa's room. The feeling of anxiety grew in my heart. I don't know, I can't describe how I feel right now. The one I know. Afraid! Yeah, just the fear I have for now. Not afraid for what, and not afraid for what. But I'm really scared right now.

“Sit, Brother! It's not good pacing around like that. Sister can fatigue is not clear, later,” said Zein.

“So scared, Zein,” I replied softly.

“Relax, Brother. The doctor is examining Fatwa. We do’akan course hopefully Pak Fatwa is fine and can soon realize,” continued Zein.

I just nodded lightly hearing Zein say.

“Let's sit down and have a drink, brother. Let Brother relax a little more,” Zein said as she held out a bottle of mineral water to me.

I obeyed Zein's words. After I took the bottle out of Zein's hand, I sat down and started to unscrew the bottle. A moment later, I regressed the contents to leave only half of it.

The senior doctor came out just after I closed the bottle again. I kept the bottle on the chair and immediately stood up to the senior doctor. Even with Zein following me from behind.

“How are the results of the examination, Doc? Is Fatwa conscious?” my many.

The doctor seemed to take a long breath. A moment later, he exhaled very slowly. Looking at his small gaze, I could guess that something might be happening to Fatwa.

“How to, Doc?” I'm just impatient.

“Begini, Mom. Thank God, after I checked, all the vital organs of Fatwa sir, the whole is still good and functioning normally. Likewise with his heart which suffered a slight injury due to a bullet that hit the edge of the heart Pak Fatwa,” said the doctor.

“Alhamdulillah!” Zein and I gave thanks together.

“But ..” said the senior doctor paused his remarks.

“But? But what, Doc?” I started to feel anxious again.

“But ... Until this second, Mr. Fatwa is still unconscious as well. And, if until tomorrow morning Mr. Fatwa is not aware, then it is likely Mr. Fatwa ..” The doctor again hangs his sentence.

“What Fatwa possibilities, Doc? What will happen to Fatwa if she is unconscious until tomorrow?” ask again.

“Possible sir Fatwa in coma.”

Seriate