Not my Man
Grief Force
Tonight, Muezza runs towards her father who is somehow in his condition. His heart ached, but the pain was mixed with the thread of prayer. Hoping that what he was afraid of would gradually subside.
Behind him, Alun seemed to be chasing with mixed feelings. The man walked faster, he didn't even remember that this was the hospital he was thinking about. How to calm Muezza who is worried about his father's situation.
There was a nurse coming out of the room, Muezza slowed down. Then she stopped the nurse and asked.
“P-asien on behalf of Azmi Abdullah is inside?” Muezza's stammering voice made the nurse frown.
“Mbak his family?”
Muezza nodded, “I am his daughter.”
“Iya, it's inside. But you can't get in yet, Ma'am wait a minute. Later if the doctor has finished checking will be allowed to enter,” said the nurse clearly.
Then the woman in uniform passed quickly, leaving behind Muezza and Alun. The ICU room is tightly closed, the solid door seems to be a barrier between the two worlds.
It felt like Muezza was eager to break through that door and hug Azmi's body tightly. Muezza whispered to his ear that everything would be fine.
From a distance, there were quick steps approaching towards two people who were waiting for the doctor to come out.
“Daddy is nothing, Brother? “ Rahma did not sob, but her voice sounded vibrating. Deep in his heart Rahma was tormented. Now just the one thing she really wanted, she wanted to see her husband. That's all it is.
Rahma's world seemed to be shattered when two uniformless policemen suddenly came to the house. Just to say that her husband had a single accident.
Then, 10 minutes ago it turned into a hit-and-run incident. Clearly Muezza's mother was trying to organize her consciousness and her conscience.
While Om Mulyadi went to the police station, Rahma chose to go to the hospital with Om Mulyadi's wife. Half of Rahma's life is at stake, between life or death.
With the remaining firmness Muezza answered his mother's question.
“Not going why, Mother just pray.” Muezza whispered softly. He was bracing, even though he himself was trembling in fear.
Before long, the sound of footsteps could be heard filling the corridor. The rhythm is consistent, but it sounds like a death song that could suffocate at any moment. A woman in a white uniform approached.
“Family Azmi Abdullah,” ask super friendly.
“Iya, Doc.” Muezza hastily replied.
A smile framed by a doctor.
“Let's talk for a minute!” The woman took a step, accompanying Muezza, Gina and Rahma in a room at the end of a corridor not so far from the ICU room.
“Please!”
Rahma and Muezza sat in a state of gloom, while Muezza's hands whispered that they should accept all the bad things that might happen.
“From medical records, 6 years ago had liver transplant surgery in this hospital huh?”
Now it's Gina's turn to answer, yes.
The black veiled woman nodded with a faint smile.
“My husband is fine ‘kan, Doc?”
However, instead of answering, the woman simply smiled faintly. He turned his chair hinge to pick up a large one.
“I explained first the situation to make it clearer.” Mirna opened the envelope, then pulled out the radiology results.
“My husband is inoperable, Doc? Please help us, Doc!” please Rahma while covering her hands.
“Mother is patient yes, we can do the operation. But biopsy examination and finding a donor also takes a long time, while the patient's condition continues to decline since entering the ER has been vomiting blood several times.”
“Then, what is my sister, Doc? Gina ventured to ask in a soft voice.
Instead of answering, the doctor looked at him with a look of pity. That gaze slowly made Gina's heart seem to be grasped tightly to the point that it felt like she was having trouble breathing.
“For 24 hours we will continue to monitor the patient's progress. Just pray for the patient's condition to improve and you can follow up on handling,” said Dr. Mirna while giving a smile.
That's when Rahma's cries fell down. He hugged Gina who was both shaking. If there is one miracle in this world, can Rahma beg for her husband. Can it?
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“Mas, my voice is not?” Slowly though it felt increasingly heavy, a pair of open Azmi eyelids implied a painful shade.
"Darling?" His voice sounded soft. His wound-filled hand sought out Rahma's hand for him to hold. As soon as Azmi gets it, the feeling warms slowly.
"Why do you think it's gini, Mas?" rahma asked with tears that sucked she could bear.
"Aargh, sick Yang ...," he said he had been decapitated because for a long time, Azmi painfully took a breath.
Rahma, who heard her husband's words, lowered her head to see which wound was severe, so her husband complained of pain.
"Where's the pain, Mas?"
"Everything ..," he grimaced grimacingly, the man did not lie as he said that.
In the rest of the consciousness heading to the hospital, Azmi had wondered at him.
Is this how it feels before life is taken off the body?
"Mas!" pekik Rahma softly saw her husband's eyelids closed.
Rahma called her husband back to his senses. There was Aunt Gina sitting next to Azmi's bed. Swiping his head with the most painful look Azmi had ever seen.
"Adek still want to have a business sorum motorbike?" aunty Gina asked as she blocked her tears.
"At that time he said Adek already had some money for capital, later the rest of the brother added. Come home from here we find a strategic land, huh Dek?"
"Ikhlas?" The silly question that Azmi asked, for some reason since this man looks like a child is no longer a father of his two children.
Aunt Gina nodded heavily, "Ikhlas."
"But, why cry?" azmi's great-grandson.
A little pain and pain when suddenly Aunt Gina kissed her little brother's temple.
"Don't be like this, Deck. Healthy again, huh?"
Who could have seen Azmi in such a state? His body was full of wounds. Some looked swollen with a purplish green tinge, there was a part of her hair that was shaved. Just to show you the stitches are still wet.
Azmi's body was filled with wires, while through the screen her blood pressure gradually decreased. Azmi was unable to say when the monitor voice above her head was beeping regularly. In the quiet shadows Azmi suddenly remembered the sweet and cute faces of Muezza and Alif.
"Where are Brother and Grandpa?"