Not the Perfect Wife
104. S2 - What if ...
In the ambulance, Alina's mother prayed unceasingly while holding Hilman's father's hand. She was not willing if her husband left first, leaving her alone. Although the woman had two children, it would not be the same as the presence of the husband by her side.
Same with Yasna. He tried to encourage his mother to stay strong. The woman felt sad to see Alina's mother who was crying earlier.
It didn't take long, they finally arrived at a bigger hospital. The nurse pushes Hilman's bed into the ICU room, which Emran had ordered.
"You're my mom, yeah, honey. I want to take care of the files as well as the administration first," said Emran.
"Yes, Mum."
Emran immediately went to the administration. He also tried everything to be quick. The man will do everything for his father-in-law, as long as he can.
*****
"How's Grandpa doing, brother?" ask Afrin after Aydin hangs up his phone.
The man just called his father. He asked Hilman's grandfather. Aydin and Afrin are both unable to calm down at home. They kept thinking about his grandfather's situation.
"Grandfather had to undergo heart surgery and now papa again nyari heart that is suitable for grandfather and it is not easy. There was a match, but his family refused to donate. Papa begged them, "Aydin replied lethargic.
"Astaghfirullah!" Afrin shut her mouth. He had not expected his grandfather to experience something like this. Though before this, Hilman never complained anything about his body, but why now suddenly sick.
Aydin and Afrin thought about how Yasna felt. He must have been hit hard. The woman loved her parents very much, hopefully her mother can be patient with all this.
"Are we not looking at Grandpa? I also want to be next to my mom and grandma. I want to encourage them."
Afrin is sad. At a time like this, he was not next to Yasna. She was always there for him under any circumstances.
"Papa said we tell wait at home, later even more troublesome if we are there. We should pray a lot for grandfather to get a heart donor quickly" Aydin replied lying.
Actually Emran only forbid Afrin, so as not to come because the girl would cry hysterically if here, Aydin was not to leave his own sister, even though at home there is Rani.
"Amin, I hope grandfather gets better, yes, brother. I can't bear to see mother, surely she's very sad to see grandfather's situation like this."
"Yes, but I'm sure you can get through it easily" said Aydin, who is embraced by Afrin.
Just like Afrin. Aydin was also saddened by this situation. They were not Hilman's grandchildren, but the middle-aged man loved the two as much as his own grandson.
*****
The day has changed. However, doctors never get a donor to make Emran more upset.
Yasna was crying with her mother. They no longer know what to do. Until now there is no heart suitable for his father. When there was a match, his family refused to donate. While the situation of Hilman's father is very critical.
Bad thoughts began to take hold of them. Even so, their prayers are not ceasing.
"What if you leave Mom, Na? Later, I will be alone no one else," said Alina's mother in a soft voice.
"Mother, don't talk like that. Dad will definitely be healed, he will be fine, we pray together and Mother do not feel alone, there is me, Mas Emran and children, there is Sister Gibran also so, so, Don't feel alone."
"What about Gibran? Have you contacted him?"
"Already, Mom. Gibran will be home soon. He said he was still at the airport waiting to check in."
Emran came in a hurry. He approached his mother-in-law and wife. The man smiled, even though his face looked if he was very tired.
"Mas, what's wrong?" yasna asked, she was afraid something might happen to her father.
"Doctors have found a suitable donor for the father and now the operation will be carried out soon. The donor's heart can't wait any longer. Everything has been checked and the results are good because the donor is dead so, must be operated immediately."
"Thank God, thank you, God. Sorry, I don't mean I'm grateful for someone's death, but I'm grateful that you're cured."
Emran hugs his wife, he knows very well how Yasna feels. Even from last night they had not eaten, all covered with anxiety about the state of Hilman's father.
"Amen."
*****
The operation went well. Hilman's father is still in the ICU. He was still in observation to find out how it turned out.
"Do you know who donated his heart to Dad?"
"Not yet, dear, but the doctor said her name was Asih's mother."
"We have to go to his family to say thank you, Mom."
"Yes, we'll ask for information from the hospital. I hope they give me information,"
"Yes, Mas. I owe them my life. I can't get back at it, but at least we can thank the family for allowing the doctor to donate a heart to me. They must be good people."
There will be nothing they can give in return to the donor's family. Just a thank you they can say.
"Na, then invite Mother to meet the family. I also want to say thank you," said Alina, she also felt the need to thank the donor's family.
"Yes, Mom."
"Sorry, Mr. Emran. This is the order," said Mr. Hari by handing the rice package in a bag of crackles.
"Thank you, Mr. Hari," said Emran.
"Together, Sir. Then excuse me." Mr. Hari immediately left the hospital.
"Mas, did you tell Mr. Hari?" ask Yasna.
"Yes, from last night, we haven't eaten. We'd better eat first, it'll hurt."
Yasna felt guilty to her husband and mother.she forgot them because it was too late with the situation of the father.
"I forgot to. Sorry, yes, Mas," said Yasna regretfully.
"It's okay, I get it. Now we better eat."
"Yes, Mas. Comeing! This is Mommy should eat too. I take care of my health, do not let Dad recover even a sick mother," Yasna said by handing over a packet of rice.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Mom. Until you forget, you must be starving."
"No, don't think about it, Mom. Better to eat fast," said Emran.
"Yes, thank you, Emran."
"Together, Mom."
They eat with difficulty swallowing it. Although Hilman's father has been operated on, but his condition is still not okay. That's why they eat with force for the sake of the body, to be fine.
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