Should I Share a Husband
Ferdy Still Doesn't Accept

"Aunties. Why is it here? Who's sick Auntie?" ask Ajeng.

While Widya immediately rushed to hug Ajeng with a prank. "Hasna Ajjeng's. Hasna's"

"What's up with Hasna, Auntie? She sick?" tanya Ajeng was a little anxious, because after all, they had been together in both joy and sorrow. So of course Ajeng there is still a sense of care regardless Hasna was never evil though. Especially a very good person.

Widya took off her embrace and wiped the corner of the eye. "He had an accident, because of the accident ... She ... Miscarriage, and now ... Critical." said Widya with heartbreaking sobs.

"What's? A wreck?"

"Yes, Hasna was in an accident after getting out of the show, yesterday morning" Widya replied.

"Wid. Widya." call Ferdy closer to his wife. They turned to Ferdy.

"There you are here" said Ferdy staring at Ajeng and Abian.

"yes Om. How's Hasna doing?" ask Ajeng.

"You still care too apparently" said Ferdy a little annoyed. Though he himself had been told beforehand about the charade, then agreed to it. But all unexpected, Ferdy did not expect the child would suffer a tragic fate. But only after seeing the state of the child. He hated Ajeng and Abian.

"Mas," Widya said, shaking her head.

"Let's just, let them know, this is all because of them as well." said Ferdy stared intently at the husband and wife.

Abian who had chosen silence, made him inflamed and could not stay still anymore.

"What Om forgot. By Hasna's behavior on us? So maybe, everything that Om's son experienced. It is a reply for him for his crimes all this time." press Abian while holding tightly his wife's hand.

"What did you say?" cetus Ferdy emotion.

"It's been, it's in the hospital." scolded Widya holding her husband's stocky arm.

"With Hasna's parents?" call Doctor Faraz when you leave the room.

Ferdy and Widya looked over. Soon they too approached.

"yes Doc. Is my child conscious?" widya asked so worriedly.

"So he regained consciousness for a while, then again closed again. He may still be very weak because until now no one has donated blood for him. Her heart rate is not so normal" said Dr. Faraz seriously. "had her husband found a donor?" he asked, "because he said he'd look for it anywhere."

"What Doc? Donating blood?" ask Ajeng when they were standing behind Hasna's parents.

"Yes, Hasna is bleeding heavily, she needs a blood donor right now" Dr Faraz replied.

Widya twisted her body and touched Ajeng's shoulder. "Sir Ajeng, Auntie wants to help you, to find someone with blood type O who will donate blood, and say to that person, Aunt will pay whatever they ask." widya said with a pushy look.

"Blood O?" a moment Ajeng remembered. He also has the same blood type. But she realized she was pregnant. There's no way he's doing that. Her hand was pulled by her husband.

"Darling, let's go." take her husband. He panicked himself, afraid that his wife would willingly donate her blood.

"But Mas." Ajeng looked back at her husband's face like a fright. "Why are you?" Suddenly worried.

"We're leaving." take Abian again with a rough breath. And inevitably. The teacher must also be obedient.

"Sorry Aunt. We pamper. May Hasna recover quickly and there are people who are willing to donate blood" Ajeng said.

"You are good, son. Thanks though. Auntie would apologize too. For Hasna's crimes all this time." said Widya smiled slightly.

Finally they left in front of Ferdy and Widya. While Ferdy stared at their departure with a sharp look.

"So, the patient's heart rate is getting weaker" said one of the nurses when opening the door.

"Astahghfirullaahh.." hissing Widya hugged her husband limply. Doctor Faraz returned to the room.

"This is all because of you." said Ferdy clenched his hand tightly.

Widya can only close her eyes, she has not been able to advise her husband, because she is not okay.

In the ICU room. The doctor returned to perform a series of examinations. Hasna was again affixed to a defibrillator or heart shock device above his chest. Hasna's body pulled up as the device was attached, and came back down as it was released.

The hospital did not find the same blood type.

"Please take a flashlight." Dr. Faraz ordered one of the nurses.

After receiving the flashlight. Doctor Faraz's hand opened Hasna's eyes, then the flashlight was shone right in Hasna's eyes. After that check his pulse.

"He ... Koma." he sisnya slowly. "and we ... Can only wait for the miracle of the Almighty" Doctor Faraz said staring at Doctor Fayi who nodded her head.

"Where? Did we tell you about this?" ask Doctor Fayi.

"Of course, they're his parents, they deserve to know" Dr Faraz said.

Meanwhile in the car. Abian hugged his wife tightly.

"Why are you?" ask Ajeng.

"I ... Just afraid you'd do that."

"Donor blood for Hasna, while you're pregnant. I'm afraid you and our baby-to-be are okay. If you weren't pregnant, I wouldn't want you to do that just to help her." Abian looked down at you. Precisely what was stared at, even smiling.

"Mas, I can't do that. I remember darling, that I was pregnant." Ajeng replied smiling.

"Thus ... If you can't get pregnant?" ask Abian relieved. And Ajeng nodded.

"Thank God. Because I don't want your blood flowing in her body."

"Thank you dear. It's been a lot of worry for me." Ajeng said hugging her husband.

Doctor Faraz came out. Ferdy and Widya came closer.

"Doctor, what's my son, Doc?" widya asked in a hoarse voice.

"The patient mother. We leave it all to the Almighty. Because our life and death are in HIS hands." said Dr. Faraz staring pity at Hasna's parents.

"What does Doc mean? Please don't make me worry more." Widya sobbed back.

"Dok. Please explain! What's going on?" ferdy Pinta.

"Patient ... He fell into a coma." replied Dr. Faraz sighing. "and if within three hours he didn't get a blood donor. We ... Can only wait for a miracle." he weakly explained.

Hearing that, immediately Widya's body collapsed, she was not strong enough to support her legs so that she could stand up.

Then, Ferdy stared at the white paper on the floor. He took it and opened it immediately.

"Ajeng Shafanina is blood type O." he muttered softly. And still heard by Widya. Making Widya there was a little more energy when she heard that. Widya stood up.

"What Pa? Who has blood type O?" ask Widya enthusiastically.

"Ajeng." replied Ferdi staring blankly. He remembered his words a few minutes ago for them.

Widya snatched the white paper, then read it too. But alas, both of them only read the writing of the passage. Not entirely. Because if all, of course it says that Ajeng is pregnant. They themselves may forget. Abian had announced about Ajeng's pregnancy, at the wedding party at that time.

"We have to meet them Pa, let's hurry." invite Widya to pull the hand of her husband who is even silent sculpting.

Still in the car. Ajeng was also looking for a white paper that is now in Widya's hands.

Yes, because the paper from the medical tape fell out of Ajeng's hand, when Abian pulled his hand to leave. And Ajeng did not realize it.

Then, they both got back out of the car. And stepped back to go back into the hospital, to get the paper.

"You two looking for this?" widya asked, showing the white paper, made the couple stop, then turned their heads.

Ajeng also approached, then grabbed the white paper.

"Where did Tente find this?" ask Ajeng.

"So right! That's yours?" widya asked, smiling back. There was a glimmer of hope for Hasna's recovery. Although not yet know Ajeng will be willing or not to donate his blood. Again, they still forget, about Ajeng's pregnancy

"Yes Aunt, this is mine." replied Ajeng. But Abian instead looked at the face of Ferdy who had continued to throw his gaze.

"Sorry Om. Aunt. I know what you two mean. But Sorry. My wife Ajeng, although her blood type is the same as Hasna, but she can not donate her blood, because Ajeng is pregnant" Abian said firmly.

Widya was also stuck. He himself just remembered that Ajeng was pregnant.

"That's Widya. Why do we beg them. I'm sure! If she wasn't pregnant though, they wouldn't have donated her blood to our child" Ferdy said, glancing cynically at the two of them.

"You're right Om! I don't want my wife's blood to flow in your child's body." press Abian.

"You." show Ferdy's inflamed.

"Mas." reprimanded Ajeng and Widya to their respective husbands. They spoke simultaneously.

"I'm sorry Aunt Nak Ajeng. Aunty forgot that you were pregnant" Widya said. Then she pulled her husband's hand back to the place where the child was.

The two of them looked at Hasna from behind the glass. But Widya was impatient. He opened the door forcibly so that he could see Hasna up close.

"Sorry Mother, you can not enter" said Doctor Fayi who is still accompanying his partner. Doctor Faraz.

"I'm his mother, I want to see my son's condition" said Widya who cried bitterly in a slightly high voice, because the doctor from the time they were hospitalized, had not allowed him to visit the child.

"But, I don't wear special clothes to visit" Dr. Fayi said. "alright. But begged not to make a sound." replied Doctor Fayi in the end, because he got a nod of the head from Doctor Faraz.

Tuout... Tuuuuuuuttt.........

The sound source from the monitor screen was heard slowing down. The two doctors re-examined Hasna's condition. Widya also collapsed. Her crying broke even more, but without making a sound at the doctor's orders.

The sound of knocking on the door was heard. The nurse opened the door and went out.

"Is there still time to donate blood?" asked Luthfan whose breathing was panting. He ran from starting to get down from the car to the room.

"It's one hour left, sir" the nurse replied as she looked at the clock in her hand.

"But it can still be, right? I have brought people who want to donate blood, it just so happens that he said his blood type is also the same as my wife." said Luthfan who had brought a woman who wanted to donate blood. And now she's standing behind Luthfan.