Tear Flower
Chapter 16's
Grey clouds still faithfully frame the beautiful sky, even the king of the night reluctant to come out. There is not the slightest bit of light accompanying the dark horizon, dark with strong winds giving bad weather.
In one of the major hospitals in the capital, a famous pianist was lying helpless. Infusion hose stuck on his right wrist. Drop by drop the liquid entered his weak body.
Last night Zidan dropped and had to be rushed to the hospital. The younger brother who was still struggling with grief was surprised when he found a call from his personal doctor.
The doctor named Abizar returned to Zidan's residence when he felt the feeling of not wearing. The middle-aged man was surprised when he got the owner of the house was not okay.
"I think, the woman who lives with him does not pay attention to the Young Master well. When I returned to his house the woman was not there" Abizar explained, folding his hands in front of his chest, which was standing next to Gibran.
The second son of the businessman was sitting in a single chair while looking fixedly at his brother. "The woman was Mas Zidan's second wife. She is not a good woman. I knew sooner or later this would happen. Thank you Doc for finding her."
"What's? Young Master's second wife?" Doctor Abizar cleared his throat slowly neutralizing his surprise. "Em, it's already my duty, second young master. Mr. Zidan's condition dropped and even had a chance to deliriate a few times before I contacted you. It's most likely that Mr. Zidan had a nightmare." Gibran just nodded his head in his favor.
"If no one wants to ask me again, excuse me. If there's anything in the middle of the night call me." After that Abizar left the VVIP room leaving Gibran alone.
The gaze of the twenty-six-year-old man locked onto the older brother. Both hands clenched each other knowing his condition. He let out a rough sigh when he knew that this would happen.
"Did that regret come to you, Mom? I hope you can enjoy it and never blame the situation" he growled.
The clock is at half twelve in the evening. A while ago Gibran went to rest his body.
However, in the midst of solitude, the occupants of the hospital room woke up. Both of his eyes widened wide with breaths up and down.
His chest felt stuffy as if someone was strangling his neck strongly. Zidan regained his senses and held his breath while shaking his head.
"No no .. I beg you to let go. A-Ayana I am guilty .. I beg for mercy. ARKHIM!" He also shouted loudly to make his sturdy body fall.
The infusion hose is forced to make blood splatter. He shivered in fear while hugging his knees.
Not long after the medical came with Gibran in the back. He did not expect to see the condition of his brother getting worse.
The haughty man was hysterical even to the point of throwing things around at some nurses. He always said the same word, sorry.
"I'm sorry .. I'm innocent. I'm sorry," he still does the same.
Gibran who was standing in the doorway looked at him flatly. He knew what was going on with his first brother.
"Mas is having hallucinations" he thought.
...***...
Drugged Zidan back unconscious. He lay weakly on the bed with the infusion hose stuck again. His face was so pale as if it was not drained of blood.
His reddish lips that always speak haughtily look pias and a little blue. Cold sweat was still popping up at his temples.
After being convinced that Zidan had calmed down, Gibran closed the door and walked down the hall. He again met with Doctor Abizar and they decided to speak.
In the room, the two faced each other. In addition to working as a personal doctor of the Ashraf family, Abizar also became deputy director at the hospital.
"I have to deliver the news not wearing this. Young master Zidan -"
Unexpectedly Abizar nodded his head and linked his hands on the table.
"The conditions experienced by the young master affect his mentality. This situation if left alone can be dangerous. We have to do counseling with a psychologist to cure it."
Gibran snorted and leaned against the head of the chair. "So he really had hallucinations and was mentally disturbed? It's not worth what he did to Ayana" he said.
Abizar heard the words of the second young master in front of him. At least he knew about the Ashraf family, especially Zidan.
"Perhaps after the death of the young mistress, Mr. Zidan has not been able to completely let go of the deceased. Because after all they've been living together for years."
"Yes, that's why it's not worth what Ayana's natural. The doctor's willing to do whatever it takes, I don't want to deal with him anymore." Gibran rose from his seat looking at the doctor.
Abizar smiled gently and fixed the location of his glasses. "I know deep down, the second young master cares about Mr. Zidan. I'll try to cure him and get rid of the hallucinations."
Gibran flabbergasted and snorted violently. Without saying a word, he just left.
In the morning, the rain came again, the cold air hit the capital. A strong wind blew making some fallen trees block the road.
The horror awakens Zidan from a long sleep. The eyelids opened again looking at the ceiling of the room.
Without any movement means he continues to silently look straight ahead. He just breathed no intention to do anything.
A few moments later the door of the room was moved by someone. Zidan was still lured with his position until someone else sat next to him.
"How is the current state of the Master?" A soft voice in greeting.
Zidan shifted his eyeballs to the side looking at a man in a white suit smiling. The flattening on her cheek looks so deep adding to her good looks.
"I am Haikal Abizar, son of Doctor Abizar. I'm a psychologist who will help you" he explained.
Hearing this Zidan chuckled until he made his body tremble. "Psychologist? Am I crazy?" muttered.
"We cannot ignore a person's mental and psychological state. Although physically we look fine, but what are the conditions in it? You know what I mean."
Zidan looked back to the front, the ceiling of the room was mocking and laughing at him. The view was empty with thoughts raging about what had happened.
"Can ... can I meet someone who has already left this world? I saw it from yesterday" Zidan said.
Haikal nodded and held up the body. This is the perfect opportunity for him if the patient is open.
"Losing someone is not easy to accept. However, his existence is sometimes wasted."
Hearing that Zidan was shocked and speechless stiff. Both of his hands clenched firmly confirming Haikal's words. He lost someone who really cared about him.
Without saying another word, tears just flowed. Zidan cried in silence, making the young doctor smile.
"All right, let's continue the counseling."