Special Maid For Om Duda
Enigmatical

Seconds continued to change with minutes, bergitupun with minutes that continued to roll and alternated with hours, without feeling me and Mas Aarav had an hour waiting for the operation process.  Maybe the puncture wound and others are severe enough that it takes a long time, for handling.

"Dec, I'm going to the cafeteria to get coffee. You want to nitip something?" mas Aarav asked surprised my daydream.

I looked at my husband, and kept silent for a moment where it was now breakfast, but let alone hunger the feeling of wanting to eat something was not there at all.

"E.. I don't think Mas, don't want to eat something," I answered flatly without expression, I was too afraid if something happened to my youngest brother. All over her body bristled, my hair standing perfectly every time I imagined what happened to Lyra, how Dirly beat my sister, making my head ache.

"As will be angry and not permit you to take care of your sister, if you do not eat," said Mas Aarav. I just nodded and smiled thinly.

"Well, whatever you buy Lydia will eat" I replied resignedly. True said Mas Aarav, I also worried about Lyra and also worried about Father even I myself later who helped me who was sick because I was too focused on the recovery of my sister.

"Well, the purchase is up to the choice. Remember you have to eat and keep eating breakfast because you don't want to get sick anymore

"Well, if it is rich that Mas does not become forbidding, anyway if you follow the pain Mas will be angry," he replied again by rubbing the shoots of my head and not long went to find breakfast to the cafeteria.

My mind went back to imagining my poor sister. In my heart there are so many questions I would love to ask Dirly. Ah, I mean I want to know the details of what happened to my sister. Why Dirly who I think is also good and patient can do such vile acts. I didn't think that Dirly who I'd known as long as he was a nice guy, was polite to a high schooler, his parents were also principals. I don't think it's possible to be less educated considering Dirly and I have known from our school days. Even the relationship between me and her family remained good, even though Dirly herself betrayed me.

Then let me feel grateful in the midst of the disaster that befell my sister? Given that I am not the wife of Dirly. I myself can not imagine that I am the position of Lyra, will our household be just ayem, or just the opposite. Always fighting for a defense.

My heart trembled violently when the red monitor light was off, with a weak body I got up from my seat and swung a step towards the front door of the operating room where not long from the lights off I saw a doctor come outside with his tired face.

"My sister's condition how is Doc?" ask me with a body that vibrates as if not ready when hearing bad news about Lyra. There was a high sense of curiosity, but also my heart ached to hear it.

"Three puncture wounds on his abdomen, two were quite light and one was quite deep and made us have to work a little longer, because in addition to damaging the outer tissues of the skin, the, also hit the fital tissue in the stomach so we had to do a major operation to treat the inside was just closed by smearing the external wound. Your sister's condition is not stable, aka still in a critical stage we will move in the ICU room, for us to monitor the development in the future, when it is stable we will notify your family members again," it was clearly the doctor whose face was still half covered in a mask.

I held my chest in pain once I heard the doctor's explanation.

"But, is there any chance that my sister will return to normal Doc, healthy again like she used to be?" I asked while holding a pain in the throat holding back the cry that wanted to break. Even to suppress my salivary is very painful.

"The condition of the patient is quite severe so for so far the chance of a healthy return is fifty percent. Depends on the physical condition of the body. We're not scaring, but it's the patient's condition. You also have to prepare mentally if the patient is not helped. However, we will continue to work as well as possible. Because for us to save one life is precious, so we'll give our best."

In my resignation, I still hang a great hope for Lyra to recover. All the anger that used to be in my heart was gone when I learned of his condition. My doctor and I in charge of Lyra's health kept telling me how Lyra was and what her biggest effects were other than death.

With a body that seemed to have no energy, I again swung my legs to sit back. Silence continued to pray, and also chanting dhikr I continue to say, may be able to reduce my sister's pain. Only prayer and prayer can help.

"What did the doctor say?" Mas Aarav's voice surprised me. Where back I daydreamed, not even aware that the husband mas has returned with two cups of coffee and breakfast bok, already beside the husband mas.

"Doctors only give Lyra hope that she will recover fifty percent. In addition to the hope and prayer for the Lira to remain healed, the doctor also asked us to mentally prepare if Lyra gave up in the midst of her struggle," I replied with a still sobbing occasionally. Long enough I can mentally prepare to tell you what really happened.

"You're calm, don't think of panic, don't you know a soul mate and death are fixed even before we're born. And the matter of Lyra that might not survive later maybe it's all because Lyra's allotment of her life only up here. God has outlined what's best for your sister." Mas Aarav kept wiping the tops of my head and giving strength to me honestly this was my deep fear.

I looked at Mas Aarav's eyes deeply.

"Sorry, when we should be happy it's like this. We're sorry, Mas had to cape to keep Lyra in the hospital. Sorry to come all the way from Jakarta, Mas instead had to keep watch in the hospital," I said sincerely. I really feel a bad taste. Because I had to involve my husband in this exhausting affair.

"Sir, this is in the hospital do not make Mas Khilaf. I'm sincere about doing all this. I never objected or was tired. We are married, your business is Mas business as well so Mas does not feel heavy and upset because of this tragedy. It's her destiny that Lyra will be like this. We go together." Mas Aarav looked at me lovingly, and I felt relieved that my husband did not mind accompanying me in the hospital.

With a state of heart that is still sad we ate with a snack in front of the room Icu waiting for my sister, maybe good news will soon approach. I also keep in touch with the house people. Where I just heard the news that Lyra's husband has been taken away by the police. Dirly was sleeping at her parents' house.

I'm not even in my eating too focused because I don't think how Dirly can stay asleep in peace while he's committed an incredible crime.

"Yes..." I gave my phone so my husband would read what we were saying. I occasionally see my husband's forehead shriveling perfectly. Not long ago Mas Aarav returned to give me his phone.

"What the hell you talking about, the police, Dirly. I don't know" he said with a flat face. I went back to picking up my phone and rereading messages with the house guy. I also chuckled. We just realized that we were sending news using Javanese language.

"Oh, my God, I forgot that we use Javanese. You don't know yah?" I asked while smiling faintly.

"You know, but the year that the police and Dirly met, besides that do not understand," he replied while returning to enjoy our makeshift meaning.

"Dirly has met and is now at the police station. It turns out that Dirly was sleeping in her parents' house. Not really expect like a psykopat only, do not feel guilty after committing a very heinous crime," I said deciphering my chat in the form of text messages.

"Maybe he's not the culprit. Not Mas bela yah, but if Mas glimpsed your ex-husband candidate is good. They have little respect for your sister. But Mas did not dare to draw more conclusions because Mas only saw at a glance and also did not know very well about them," replied Mas Aarav while still relaxing to enjoy his meal.

I was even more confused by the words of my husband, in my mind I was back to doubt. "But notya sometimes people who just know can even see how the real nature without artificial sweeteners."

"I feel increasingly impatient to know the conflict in my sister's household this one. Do not let me already cry-nagis turned out to be a mistake that should not be cried. Do not let me get involved in this matter, although it feels impossible if not involved considering that Lyra spoke to me before. Oh God give me the strength of my heart to face this one."

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