The Boss' Wife
Ch - 115 Operating Rooms

Abyan POV

Sitting in a chair looking at the floor, the sound of a hum that flashed across my frame. Wipe Mom's shoulders, Oma, Falisha, Dad keep giving spirit.

We all sat in front of the operating room, waiting for the results from Idris.

The biggest mistake I made was that today, I should have prevented Zahra from going out of the house.

My tears were dripping back, tightness in the chest I felt.

Remembering the incident when I left Zahra across the street, when I wanted to cross a deep black luxury car past me with open glass, Cherly waved her goodbye code with a smile.

My feelings at that time were not so pleasant either, my eyes kept seeing the car Cherly was driving in reverse.

Turn at full speed towards Zahra and the accident occurs.

The car that Cherly was driving hit the car in front of her and there was a continuous collision until several people were injured.

Cherly died on the spot, whereas Zahra was still able to survive by carrying the belly that contained our child.

He still told me to save the baby he was carrying. Though my thoughts are the opposite, I want Zahra to survive if it can be both.

Oh God if it is one that I must choose, then give patience in this self as widely as possible.

Chequek!

The operating room door opened, we all stood up. Idris anxiously approached me. "Mas, I don't have much time left. But everything had to be done." he looked afraid to speak.

"Say." my orders.

"Mas, you must determine as soon as possible. You have to choose, save Zahra or your son." Idris explained.

"Can't you save them both?" ensure.

"Sorry, Mas. The success rate is only thirty percent. If I try to save them both by force. Then everything will." Idris could not say, it seems like he said the results will be in vain.

"Prepare the operating room for me." I told Idris.

"Mas wait!" prevent Idris. "Don't tell me you want to intervene and operate on Zahra and your son" he asked, looking to be sure.

If Idris can't then I'll go down straight away.

Nodding my head, I said yes.

"Mas, you can't do this operation." Idris was worried.

"There's a point, Abyan. You have to choose and accept everything, even if it's hard." said Oma.

"Partially, Mas. Zahra's condition has deteriorated, if she survives. So during life, he will experience paralysis and forced to sleep in bed constantly." explained Idris.

"Prepare what I want, don't argue." I ordered again.

If so, I will try my best to heal my angel.

"Mas.." cried Idris. "It's all very hard for you, but you have to think ahead." Idris looks angry.

"Remember, Idris!" my point leads to him. "I am a husband and father to my son. I know which is best. If even one percent is there to save both then I will. If the result is going to fail, everything is predestined." obviously I will try, rather than causing something that has not happened. No matter how man tries, the result depends on the creator.

I will accept what has been outlined and will not sink again with the stupidity I once did.

"Well, if that's your decision we're ready now" Idris said back to the operating room.

My dad's hand was holding my shoulder. "We leave it to you, son. Whatever the outcome, it's all set."

"We Zahra's extended family also gave up on you, son" said Uwa Sani, who also represented Zahra's extended family.

"Hmmm." That's all I can answer.

Walking into the operating room, the temperature there was cold, but not with my hot condition.

I first washed my hands.

Change special clothes for surgery, wear a mask, and head cover all green. After that wash your hands again, to be completely sterile.

The nurse put the gloves on me, my hands raised. My headband is ready for surgery.

My eyes couldn't lie the pain I felt seeing Zahra fall asleep in bed with various tools. His body was covered only in green cloth, as well as a head covering.

The pretty face was pale, peacefully sleeping. Twice this condition I saw. But at that time he was saved. Now, I don't know what's going to happen. Resign and surrender, that's all you have to do. Ay, we can get through this. We're gonna live happily, Ay.

I promise to protect you, so hold on this time.

"Doctor anesthetic" said Idris beside me.

"Children's doctor." Call Idris.

"Ready." replied Doc Child.

"All the nurses." said Idris.

"We, ready." they answered simultaneously.

"Check all the tools." Idris ordered.

Everybody checking. "Everything is ready" said one of the nurses.

"Let's pray according to each other's teachings. For the operation to go with what we all want" Idris said, sounding trembling.

We all started to shut up.

O Allah, I can only surrender with all the provisions that have been outlined. If my son and wife take you, today too. Give me the greatest patience to live my life.

If you can replace it, take me.

There are many sins I have committed while living my life. Not my wife and child.

But it's all just my wishful thinking. My prayer is simply asking God to save them.

"Aamiin." We all said.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Let's start." said Idris.

Nodding the head gave Idris the code. I started to focus on checking everything, picking up my mulaiku knife to distinguish Zahra's body.

Tin!

Tin!

Tin!

My sweat was flowing so hard, the nurse quickly wiped it off lest my sweat droplets get into Zahra's body and cause various infections.

Tin!

Tin!

Tin!

The sound of the tool constantly sounding loudly filled the room.

Tin tin tin tin!

Tin tin tin tin!

"Zahra's heart rate is weakening" Idris said.

Honestly my heart is getting crazy, I have to focus.

"So, the blood pressure's getting lower" the nurse said.

"Prepare soon, blood donation." Idris ordered.

I just kept focused on the operation.

Idris represents everything, honestly if I can give five stars to Idris, I leave it. Being sensitive in a situation, makes me feel sure everything will go well.

Even if the outcome would be the opposite.

Everyone is busy with their roles.

"Mas, even if it's heavy. Rest assured everything will be fine." said Idris trying to calm my mind.

His calm nature always made me comfortable with him.

"Let's bring out the next generation" I said so Idris doesn't think about what I think.

"Well." answered Idris, looking at everyone. "All ready?" tanyakanya.

"Ready." they answered simultaneously.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's. I am ready to accept everything.

Seriate...