TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 146. REPUDIATION
Almost an hour before they waited in front of the operating room, Zaki was ready to go home because soon is the clock home school twins he did not want when his children came home to find an empty house.
Be now only Dara, Miss Maryam and Fatan waiting for Indi who now somehow conditions in there.
"Become." Maryam hugged Dara. "Thank you" he said.
Dara hugged Miss Maryam back, feeling the old body tremble.
"Already, Mom. What has passed no longer needs to be remembered, now we just have to focus on Indi hopefully he can survive and get back to health" concluded Dara who sounded like a cool breeze in the ear of Bu Maryam.
"Why are you so good, Nduk? We used to be so outrageous with you." Maryam lifted her face to look at Dara.
Dara looks to smile. "Karna's mother is still Dara's mother, and Indi is Dara's sister."
Miss Maryam was stunned to hear Dara's statement, her heart was filled to realize that the person she had been zolimi had become the one who helped her in times of difficulty.
Shortly after, the door of the operating room seemed open, a male doctor came out of it while opening his green mask.
"How's my son doing, Doc? He's okay, right? His child? How's the kid doing, Doc?" cecar Bu Maryam.
The doctor raised his hand, asking Maryam to calm down. Dara approached and embraced Miss Maryam in her arms.
"Awhile, mom. Let me explain first." The doctor said.
"Please, doctor," said Dara.
The young doctor seemed to throw a heavy breath for a moment, then looked back at Dara and Miss Maryam who were standing right in front of him.
"As we know, the patient's content is not yet time to be born in the sense of less months. The condition of the baby is premature, with the actual body is not ready to survive on its own, so we will enter the incubator until the condition and weight is stable. While his mother ...."
The doctor hung up his words to make Miss Maryam anxious about it.
"Why is it, doctor? My son why?" exclaimed Miss Maryam impatiently, her heart can not be controlled until her chest now hurts from being too anxious.
The doctor again breathed heavily. "The patient is critical, in addition to his condition that is already weak when he arrives at the hospital, the patient also loses a lot of blood during the operation. For that we need a blood donor for him, as soon as possible."
"What's his blood type, doc?" ask Dara anyway.
"Catient blood type, AB. Does anyone in the family have the same family?"
Miss Maryam and Dara looked at each other, then they compactly looked at Fatan who had been silent since.
"Ah, uh why see me?" tanyanya pura did not know.
Dara clucking. "Your blood type is AB. You think I forgot?"
"Ta-but, but I ... I ...."
"Fatan! Indi is now your wife! She just gave birth to your child, your flesh and blood! He's betting his life on it! And now just to donate your blood to him you don't want to? You mind? What is your heart made of, Fatan?" cerca Bu Maryam with tears.
Fatan is putting on his rough hair. "Then why don't you donate yourself then? Indi is a mother's son!" reply Fatan seemed insincere if asked to donate his blood for the wife who is now lying weakly between life and death on the operating table.
Maryam looked at Fatan. "If my blood type and Indi are the same, there is no need for you to say that, you irresponsible husband! You just want the fun of it turns out to be with Indi, now when he needs your help as if you do not know what, basic biad*b!"
Fatan snorted annoyedly, but strangely he no longer dared to argue because at that time Dara also looked at himself sharply, as if reminding him of his father's psychopathic men.
"Yes, all right! Let me donate, trouble you," muttered Fatan.
"Alright, then please follow me," said the doctor who was still faithful to watch the family drama, quite a free spectacle to be the same gossip material as his other doctor friends.
Miss Maryam could breathe a sigh of relief after Fatan finally entered a room not far from the operating room, and it did not take long finally a bag of blood has been brought a nurse to the operating room to be given to Indi.
"Tok, have we been able to see the Indian baby?" dara asked as the male doctor was about to pass them back to the operating room.
"Ah, can actually. But ... can only be from outside the room, because the condition is not perfect baby so very vulnerable" explained the doctor.
Dara seemed to nod in agreement, and Miss Maryam also looked equally pleased.
After that, the doctor immediately took Dara and Miss Maryam to the special room of the baby, from a large glass window they were allowed to see a tiny little baby with skin flushed body once it was, and the baby was, because the skin is still very thin. The baby seemed to be asleep, but the movement of his breath up and down so clearly made Dara a little afraid to see it.
"O Allah, the baby is very small," said Maryam, touching the glass adjacent to the baby's incubator, her eyes seemed to be teary because she could not bear the condition of the tiny baby who was her grandson.
"We pray that the mother and baby will get better soon, Mom. So that you can go home and play with the mother," said Dara also shed tears because she also did not have the heart to see the condition of the baby Indi.
Miss Maryam nodded, after which for quite a while they stood there looking at the tiny baby and drifting in each other's minds.
"Well," called Miss Maryam after a few moments of silence and contentment to watch the granddaughter.
"Yes, Mom?"
"How many months have you been together, son?"
"It's been four months, ma'am." Dara stroked her somewhat bloated stomach.
Miss Maryam was seen staring at Dara's stomach with a pushy look.
" May he be born perfect without anything less yes, you have a good husband, hopefully can accompany and always understand you. Please forgive me if Indi ever hurt you so much, maybe this is a reprimand for her and mother," said Miss Maryam again shed her tears.
"Of course Indi and mother got a reprimand, because it was not only Dara who was harmed. But also me!"