RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 86

I sat down weakly for a moment after reading the message from Syafrie. Astagfirullah..What happened to you Asma..... ?

" How is Asthma? " again I typed a message for Syafrie.

" Same, she's still unconscious.? " reply Syafrie.

" Come on, what about Afika? "

" I put the same people in the house. I think Fika must be crying looking for her mother. "

" Did you not bring Afika and Fadil to Samarinda? "

" No, I leave them at home. A lot of people take care of it there."

" Okay, as soon as I'm gonna look at Asthma. I hope Asma can come to her senses soon. "

" Amien." reply Syafrie.

I hurriedly prepared some clothes and other equipment and grabbed my motorbike and rushed after Syafrie to Wahab Shahrani Samarinda Hospital. As it was still day, I thought I could still get to Samarinda before nightfall.

My guess didn't miss. I arrived in Samarinda at exactly six in the afternoon. I rushed to the place where Asthma was being treated.

I saw Syafrie sitting on the armchair of the stump room in front of the operating room. It also looks like Kak Mansyah and his mother Asma.

I approached Asma's mother and touched her shoulder. He was a little overwhelmed when he found out about my arrival. She immediately hugged me and shed her tears on my chest. "Asma, Niah. Just a moment of being happy, there is another trial. "weep it. Again the old woman shed her tears for the princess for the second time. She used to do it when the attempted suicide by Astma ended up losing her husband and Astma who was forced to give birth and lost one of her babies.

" Patience, Ma. All trials are from God to test our degrees. If we make it through all this then surely God will give us a higher degree of glory than before" I said wisely while stroking the shoulders of Asthma. The old woman nodded while wiping her tears with the tip of her veil that had already looked wet because I was sure from earlier that the old woman was satisfied to cry.

I glanced at Syafrie. The man who is my best friend's husband looks dreamy. His eyes were straight ahead and looked empty. Seen his hands tremble and his mouth kamit kamit either said something or miser. I suspect that man must be thinking right now. Next to him sat Brother Mansyah whose face looks very tangled.

" What about Asthma? Is there any news next? " i asked Syafrie to wake the man from his daydream.

" I don't know.the doctor is dealing with Asthma, but the doctor said.... "

Kreeitkkk.

Shafrie went to see the doctor . The same is true for me and my entire family Asma.

" Dok, how's my wife doing, doc? " ask Syafrie.

The doctor looked towards Syafrie with a long sigh.

" I'm sorry, if I may know, is this father ready for my patient ?"

"I'm her husband, sir" replied Syafrie quickly.

" So, yes sir. His wife is still critical to this day. There is bleeding in the abdomen because the wound may be due to a very hard impact. There is a possibility of a very hard impact on the chest that resulted in a broken rib and ripped his lungs. Then fractures of the right leg and upper left arm. As a result of lung leakage and abdominal injuries that cause the condition of the father's wife to be critical at this time. For this reason, we are currently conducting emergency surgery procedures for handling lungs and wounds in the abdomen of the father's wife, after which we will do the next treatment on the feet and hands. For the family, we ask a lot - a lot of prayer, so that the operation of the mother of Asthma can run smoothly and safely. Ok, Father, mother, I beg you." Obviously the doctor at length explains the current condition of Asthma.

Syafrie only nodded when the doctor passed in front of us. The man seemed to be unable to breathe properly when the doctor explained the Asthma condition earlier. I am sure, if Syafrie is currently so devastated when she learns that Asma's life is currently at the end of the death aisle.

I was also no less surprised while clutching my mouth holding soak hearing the condition of my best friend. Oh God, how sorry is his fate. I pray in my heart that my friend will still be given long life and salvation. Miris once imagined the fate of her children in the future, especially Fadil if she had to return to lose her mother.

While his mother Asma increasingly sobbed to hear all the explanation of the doctor earlier. We both hugged each other to let go of the sadness. While Syafrie, the man grew paler and looked lost in spirit. This time I saw that Syafrie. All this time I saw him as a man who looked calm and charismatic. But now all compares to one hundred and eighty degrees.

I saw Kak Mansyah embracing Syafrie and trying to provide support to strengthen the man.

" I'm wrong, Shah... I have made it this way." lamented Syafrie on the shoulder of Brother Mansyah. " If only I could understand what he wanted, there was no way he could leave the house in a state of anger. It ends up being like this, hik... "

" Once it is, Syaf. It is all God's destiny. You already know how the character of Asma. So don't beat yourself up too much "please Brother Mansyah.

Jesus Syafrie is crying. The man wept for his wife and blamed everything that happened to Asthma for her. I became astonished. What the hell's been going on? Why is Syafrie blaming herself for what happened to my best friend.

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At ten o'clock in the evening the lung surgery and the internal wound in the abdomen Asthma was finally completed. The lights in the operating room that were on have now gone out. Some people came out of the operating room.

Syafrie rushed over to the doctor who was talking to us.

" How's my wife's operation, doc? " Fadil's father asked impatiently.

An hour later, asthma was seen being herded out of the operating room.

All the families rushed to my best friend who was still helpless and unconscious.

" Asthma. "I called my best friend.

" Asthma, wake up son. This is where Niah comes. We're all here, Asthma. "soak mama Asma.

" I'm sorry, all the fathers and mothers, the patients will be immediately transferred to the ICU room" the nurse reminded us all. Then pass while bringing Asthma to the ICU room. Meanwhile, Asthma is still unconscious.

Two days after surgery but there are no signs that indicate if Asthma will soon wake up from fainting. We are also still faithfully waiting for Asthma which is still in care in the ICU room.

On the third day, the doctor performed surgery for asthma. This time the doctor operated on Asthma's feet and hands. The operation lasted for three hours. After completion of the operation, this time the Asthma was moved in the usual treatment room. Syafrie requested first-class treatment room for Asthma to ease in caring for patients.

Asthma has been unconscious for a week. Today I say goodbye to Syafrie and her mother Asma to return to the village of Suka Rahmat because my permit is over and tomorrow I have to go back to work. Actually I still want to be here to accompany Asthma. But because of the work and the demands of the profession, then I had to go back to the village.

I have asked permission to Mr. Lurah in my village as the leader of my village on the grounds of looking after my family who are sick. And I was given permission by him for a week and today is the last day of my permit.

At six o'clock in the afternoon I arrived in the street in my rented house. From far away I saw someone standing at the door of my rented house. I realized too late that the one standing there was Jubair. When I wanted to turn back around, that 'sissy' man had already seen me first.

" Saniah, stop..... " Jubair yelled out my name. I pretended not to listen and continued to drive my bike. The man rushed into the car and chased me.

I kept running my bike like I was chasing a demon. (Yes, the demon Jubair). Until Jubair's car finally caught up with me. He stopped my bike right in front of the road. I had to stop feeling angry. Jubair got out of the car and walked up to me.

" Down first, deck! " her word.

I didn't want to move from my bike.

Jubair took a deep breath and said.

" Your father is sick, deck. Don't you want to look at him? " said the man shirking. I was actually quite surprised and panicked to hear my father was sick. But I deliberately put on a flat face expressionlessly before the man.

But deep down, I was very sad. After all, he was my father, and I as a child could not simply throw my father out of my life, even if he had hurt me in such a way.

" Deck.. " Jubair touched my hand that was still holding the steering wheel of the motor. I woke up from my daydream.

" What? " my sniffle while clasping his hand.

" Take me home, we'll look at your father together. "

" No, thank you. Later, I'm tired. "

" But, deck. Your father has been asking for your whereabouts since yesterday. What am I supposed to say..? "

" Say, Saniah is dead...! " i answered ketus.

" Deck, watch your talk. It was a prayer." joltted Jubair to my words.

" Let it be. I'd rather die than live like this "I said as I turned my bike back leaving the man still pensively staring at my departure towards my rented house.

POV Jubair's....

" Deck. It's not like it's the end I want....! " i muttered sadly while looking at the back of the woman who had been my wife for nine years.

Soon she will be my ex-wife, because two days ago I received a summons from a religious court. Apparently my wife has filed our divorce lawsuit with the local religious court.

I shook my head and then walked back to his car. Jubair does not want to force Saniah at this time because he knows Saniah may indeed be tired.

A few days ago, he got information from Bahtiar who served as a lurah in his village if Saniah asked permission to see his sick brother.

At first he was astonished that none of Saniah's brothers had ever been ill. But when he saw the status of Syafrie in the man's Whatsapp, then he understood who to mean Saniah with brothers.

Indeed, Syafrie and I had exchanged Whatsapp numbers during the Asthma event that hit Meli in the market. Then the man came and made peace.

" I'm sorry, Deck. I am a useless husband... "