Not the Perfect Wife
53. Accident
Emran drives his car at high speed, he is worried about Yasna, but his wife is fine.
When he reached the hospital, Emran ran to find Yasna, he asked several nurses and immediately headed to the place the nurse had appointed.
"Yes!" call Emran from a distance, run and immediately embrace Yasna.
"What's up, Mom?"
"Aren't you pa-pa, honey?"
"I'm not pa-pa, why me?"
"No. Yesterday Mr. Hari said you were going to the hospital so I was worried."
'Why am I bod*h like this? Wasn't that the accident Fazilah?' emran continued in his heart.
"So I got a call from Aunt Mirna, she asked me to come to the hospital. Aunt Mirna's out of town."
Emran nodded his head. He tried to be calm, but in his heart he cursed his bod*hannya, because he thought nothing of Yasna.
"How is Fazilah doing?" ask Emran.
"Still inside, the doctor's checking it out."
"Come, sit! Don't pacing."
Not long after the door of the room opened, a doctor came out, and Yasna approached to ask.
"How's he doing, Doc?"
"Are you a male or female patient's family?"
"Huh .. so there's two patients, Doc?"
"Yes, ma'am, the female patient is fine, but the male one should undergo further examination."
"Are they in the same accident? I mean were they in an accident while they were both?"
"According to the people around the location, the man saved the woman who almost got hit, but instead she got hit."
Yasna was surprised to hear that there was someone who saved Fazilah and it was not okay.
"Is that guy bad, Doc?" ask Emran.
"He's bleeding a lot, we'll go through some tests, hopefully all is well."
"Please try your best, Doc."
"certain, Sir. I'm sorry." the doctor left Yasna and Emran.
"Darling, come on, let's get some food! You haven't had breakfast this morning."
"What about Fazilah and the man? If things are bad, how do we talk to his family?"
"The nurse is taking care of the transfer of the ward, then we come here again, just a moment, about the man, we wait for the results of the doctor's examination." Emran tries to persuade Yasna. "I don't want you to get sick, who will take care of Fazilah?"
"Alright, come!"
They go to the hospital canteen, Emran actually wants to take Yasna to the restaurant, but Yasna refuses, she does not want to leave Fazilah too long.
"Na, I know it's not the right time, but I have to say it. I'm sorry for what happened this morning and last night."
Yasna thought about it silently, she knew what it meant this morning, but last night, she didn't understand what it meant.
"I mean, Mom, what?"
"On Tisya's arrival this morning."
"Yes, I understand that, but last night why?"
"Don't you feel like I'm being quiet?"
"Yes, I think because Mas is too tired, Mas diamin I because of what?"
Emran let out a long sigh, he looked at Yasna who was also staring at him, waiting for the answer from her husband's mouth.
"Not confident? A rival? Goodness, Mas. I don't understand?" Yasna did not understand what her husband meant.
"Aren't you aware, honey? If it was yesterday when you talked to Avi, your phone was on the phone with me?"
"No." Yasna picked up the phone in her bag and checked the call history, which turned out to be true, she was in a call with Emran for about half an hour.
"I heard everything you were talking about, including about how much Zahran loved you, even he could ignore his daughters because of you. I also heard when you said about the man's kindness, there I felt my confidence was weak. I can't possibly set my children aside for anything, including for your sake, like he did" Emran said in a desperate tone.
"I'm glad that Mas would prefer children over me, because I would do the same if I had to choose. Even if they weren't my children, I would still choose them over my husband."
"Are you not angry with me? I've been childish."
"I'm not angry, I just feel sad to see the attitude of Mas who ignored me. I hope from now on if there is a problem or anything that gets stuck in the heart, we should talk about it so as not to become a protracted problem."
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, this is just a misunderstanding. Uh, we've been leaving Fazilah too long, come on, let's go back!"
"You did, did you eat it?"
"Already, Mas. I'm full already."
They went back to Fazilah's room. Emran is happy, Yasna does not hold a grudge in her heart, maybe his wife is still feeling hurt, but he will fix it slowly.
When they entered the room, Fazilah turned out to have realized, there was a nurse who was accompanying Fazilah at Emran's request.
"Fa, how are you? What's that sick?" ask Yasna.
"I'm not pa-pa, Na. How's the guy doing helping me?"
"She's still unconscious, the doctor said she had to undergo some tests, do you know her?"
"No, I couldn't even see it then, I just remember when I wanted to cross, there was a car going at high speed and there was a man pushing me from behind, he said, but that guy got hit."
"Hopefully he's okay."
"Why do you know I'm here, Na?"
"So Aunt Mirna called me and asked me to accompany you, she's out of town."
"Fa, you don't want to find out, is what happened to you intentional or not?" ask Emran.
"Is there a chance of intentional?"
"I can't be sure, but from what I see it looks like, you cross at the crosswalk, it's impossible that the driver doesn't know, plus after crashing he ran instead of helping."
"Maybe she's scared so run, Mom." Yasna tried not to think badly.
"Maybe, I'm just giving advice."
"If I wanted to report it, would it be difficult, sir?"
"I'll help you, we'll call a lawyer and ask how it works" Emran replied. "One more thing, don't call sir if it's out of the office."
"What am I calling? No way Brother let alone Mas, it will be the same as Yasna." Fazilah chuckled after saying so.
"Don't, that's a special call from Yasna, no one can follow her, just call Brother or not pa-pa's name either."
"If the name, the impression is not polite, call Brother only," said Fazilah, who was embraced by Emran.
"You really want to report it, Fa?"
"If I'm the victim myself, I won't extend it, but there are other people who are victims too, what if his family doesn't accept it, we don't know who he is."
"Are there no identification signs of any kind that he's carrying?"
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