My wife's the General's son
Critically

It's been a while since we waited for the operation to be completed, I saw the time on the wrist, it turns out that it's almost two hours the man was in the room that had the emergency lights. Finally the doctor came out. We immediately asked about Mas Yusuf's condition.

"Doc, how's the patient doing?" asked Brother to represent us all.

"The bullet removal operation is complete, but the patient's condition is still critical. Because the bullet went into the rib cage, and hit the vital organ, the lungs. We've been trying to do our best. We are just waiting for God's intervention. If the patient's life spirit is strong, hopefully it can pass the critical period."

I sat down weakly while smothering my mouth when I heard the surgeon's explanation. My tears came back, and I looked at the woman crying hysterically in her parents' arms.

Oh God, please save him. Please let him live, Lord. Let him fulfill his desire to accompany his wife and welcome the birth of his child.

I tried to seduce the Khalik, hoping that Do'a a woman like me could be granted. It is only to Him where we ask and complain.

I wipe away the tears that are still faithfully dripping. Don't ask me how I feel and how I feel right now. The clothes I was wearing had changed color, the man's bloodstains were still on the sense of smell. My hair was ruffled, and my face felt sticky from tears that did not stop dripping.

I only hope that the man who is now struggling to defend his life can survive the death that has now been blocked.

I don't think I can forgive myself if something happens to Mas Yusuf, maybe I can't forget what happened that night what he did to me. The nothing is still spinning in my mind like playing a tape. Namu, I can't hate him because he sacrificed his life.

I also still remember that that night he said he did not know what made him experience such a thing. Did someone do it intentionally? Is there a fellow ADC friend who deliberately set himself up?

My heart is really broken. The shadow as she apologized to me and asked me to give her time, really made my heart even more sad and miserable.

Now the doctor has moved Mas Yusuf in the nursery. I saw a lot of medical devices installed in the body that are usually strapping, now no longer helpless.

We were not allowed to visit too many. So we had to take turns to enter the room. We allowed his wife and family to visit first.

I'm still loyal to be at the hospital. Although my brother has repeatedly asked me to go home, but I still can't leave the man, before I hear good news from him.

At two in the morning, I saw Papa and Mommy were already in the hospital. Yes, after getting word from Abang, they immediately took a night flight. After arriving in the city of Padang, Mother and Papa went directly to the Hospital to find out the condition of the aide of his trust.

Papa immediately approached me, and immediately hugged me. Maybe Papa is still very afraid of bad things happening to me, because he got word there are people who deliberately want to harm me.

"Are you okay, son?" ask Papa while peeping my forehead. Papa loved us so much, so he always gave us strict care. Maybe Papa is very aware of the risk of an investigator, of course there are many out there enemies who intend to avenge the heartache for the truth that succeeded Papa kuak in court.

"Alhamdulillah Pa, I'm fine. But, Joseph..." My crying broke again.

I immediately approached Mother and came back crying in her arms. Mother tried to calm me. "Calm down, kid. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Bun, the doctor said Mas Yusuf's condition is still critical. I'm afraid something happened to her, Bun. Hix... He has sacrificed his life to save mine" I said in Mother's arms.

"Don't talk like that, son. We both pray, may Joseph soon pass through his critical period. Have you ripped it?" ask Mommy to break a hug, and wipe my tears.

I shook my head, I still did not have the courage to look at his condition, and I saw his wife still faithfully accompany him, so I did not want to interrupt their time.

"Let's look at Joseph inside. Which brother?" ask the Mother who did not see my twin.

"Ang for a drink in the cafeteria, Bun," I said. Brother tried to take me with him, but somehow I have no interest other than wanting to stay here. Forced to ask two aides to take care of me.

Mother and I entered Mas Yusuf's ward. I saw Papa encouraging his wife Mas Yusuf, so that the pregnant woman remained patient and strong. Papa also brought the two aides to chat, Papa knew they were all very sad for what happened to their Son.

Mother also expressed concern for everything that happened to the man. Mother tried to calm his wife who came back crying in the arms of Mother. I could only observe the blue raking event.

I observed all the heart and breath gauges that were attached to the man's body. As a Doctor, I knew that the device detected so slowly, it was marked Mas Yusuf was indeed in a critical state.

Slowly but surely, I approached his wife who was sitting next to Mother. Every now and then the pregnant woman wiped her tears. I swallowed some saliva, but it stuck in my throat, as it was mixed with the cry I wanted to let out.

"Sir, be patient, I am sure Mas Yusuf will be able to get through this, I'm sorry for causing Mas Yusuf harm." I apologize to his wife, I shouldn't feel guilty like this. Because of that, all are at risk of becoming a police officer and serving as a high-ranking officer's aide to protect his family.

But come back, my conscience cannot consider it natural. I feel so guilty for what happened to him. Moreover, I saw his wife who was heavily pregnant, and soon will give birth. Of course, the woman desperately needs the presence of her husband to always be there to accompany her in the process of labor.

"There's no need to feel guilty, ma'am. This isn't all a mistake, ma'am." The woman held my hand.

I held his hand back. I hugged his body and I rubbed the distended stomach slowly. Do'ain Papa you're recovering fast huh, Deck. I said in my heart, carrying the baby in his mother's stomach to talk.

Seriate....

Happy reading 🥰