The Heart of Old Menjakaka
27. I was the victim
Steven who had since turned to Citra was surprised and immediately looked towards the front. His eyes were perfectly rounded and due to panic he immediately braked his car suddenly.
Ckiit.....
A little more Steven almost hit the wagon if not quickly brake.
However, Citra's body was attracted to the future because he himself did not wear a seat belt immediately made his forehead hit the dashboard of the car.
Bugh!
"Aawws! It hurts!" citra moans while touching her forehead, feels sore and wet.
"Astaghfiullah! You're bleeding, Cit." Steven again rounded his eyes when he saw the right forehead Citra let out a lot of fresh blood and before long the girl was crying.
"It hurts, Om." Tears Citra immediately escaped wetting both cheeks, it hurt mixed with pain.
"At least .. I keep the medicine box." Quickly Steven retrieves the P3K box inside the dashboard, then opens it. "You don't cry like that, I'll treat it." Steven pulled out a few pieces of tissue, then wiped the tears that kept flowing on his wife's cheeks.
Slowly Steven pressed the cotton on Citra's forehead, the injured skin slightly gaping. Seems pretty bad, and must be taken to the hospital.
But before that, to stop his blood from flowing Steven needed a cloth, and a direct look was fixed on the tie that was coiled around his neck. He immediately released his tie, then bandaged Citra's forehead. The girl was still crying, and now her head felt like a firefly.
"We're going to the hospital, you hold it a little, Cit." Steven pulled the gas back, and the car drove straight to the hospital.
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When he arrived at the hospital, Citra was unconscious. He fainted and definitely made Steven panic.
Quickly the man took her into the ER. Then lay a small body image on the bed of the patient.
"Please my wife, Doc. He's been in an accident" Steven asked the bespectacled male doctor who had just walked up to him.
"Good, sir." The doctor nodded and Steven walked out of the room.
Steven sat in the waiting chair, his back leaning and he slowly rubbed his face violently. There was guilt in her heart, because she accidentally caused the girl to get hurt.
The shadow of Danu's face instantly flashed through his mind, and it made Steven even more so.
"Dad Danu .. I'm sorry. I had no intention of making Citra hurt. It's all pure accident."
Shortly heard the ringing of a cellphone in his pants pocket, after seeing it turned out to be from Gugun. Soon he lifted it up.
"Corn, Sir. Where is daddy? Why haven't you come to the office yet?" ask Gugun from across there.
"I'm on ...." Steven stopped his words, it felt like he was afraid to be honest. Surely the man will blame her again, considering if yesterday he just admonished her not to hurt Citra. "I didn't go into the office" he said quickly.
"Why? You sick?"
"Yes, I'm not feeling well."
"Oh, will I take you to the doctor?"
"No need, I just got home from the hospital. Check it out."
"Keep Father is sick what? What seriously?"
"I just have a fever, Gun."
"Oh so, yes sir. Get well soon."
"Yes thank you. Oh yes, later in the day do not need to pick up Citra. Let me pick him up."
"Good, sir."
"How's my wife doing, Doc?" Steven stood up and walked up to the doctor, his face looking anxious.
"She's fine, I've stitched her wound up."
Steven grimaced when he heard the word stitched. "Well, how bad is that, Doc? Until sewn?"
"Lumayan, Sir. His wound is open. But only two stitches."
"Keep now how? Will he be treated?"
"He can go home now, sir."
"But Doc ... Why did he faint? Is there another disease?"
The doctor nodded. "Nothing, maybe Miss fainted due to the effect of the pain in her head. Oh yes, later the wound is not exposed to water first to dry, do not forget to change the bandage and take medicine," explained the doctor at length.
"Good, Doc. Thank you." Thank you."
Steven smiled as he nodded, then he went inside there. Seen Citra still lying on the bed. Her forehead was bandaged and both of her cheeks looked wet, it seemed like she was crying again.
"Partner, are you okay? Is anyone sick?" tanyanya gently. Steven approached, then rubbed Citra's cheeks with both of her thumbs.
"My head hurts, Om." The image touched his forehead. "A little dizzy, too."
"Well, let's go home."
"Kok home? But I'm still sick." The image shook her head when her husband had pulled her back to make her sit up, suddenly her head immediately throbbed in pain. "My head hurts, Om."
"Yes, I know. But the doctor said you'd be able to go home, so you'd rest in the apartment."
"But I can't walk, my body lemes. What if I faint?" Image reluctant to invite Steven down from the bed. "Where are you going now?"
Steven's move to get out of the ER room was stopped. The image itself is confused as to why her husband would just leave her.
"I'm gonna take a wheelchair." Steven looked. "Say you lemes."
"I don't want to ride in a wheelchair, my legs are okay. I just want to be carried away," he said whining, his face looking clear.
"But ...."
"People don't pity me? I'll do this because of Om too," between Citra fast. His words instantly made Steven gulp.
"Everything was a pure accident, I didn't mean to make you wretch. Part .... You too anyway, why keep raving while I drive? I don't think so, Cit."
"Well, why did you blame me? Here I am the victim. Not sorry, but instead .. hik .. hik .. hik .. hik." The image again sobbed, immediately he covered his face with both hands.
"Lho, your wife why, sir?" The doctor came in again and approached the two of them.
"Oh this ..he is sad because of the headache, he said," replied Steven.
"It's not just a headache, but Om doesn't apologize. It's wrong Om. Oh, that's so good." The image cried more and more broke, immediately Steven approached him, then bowed his body.
"Yes, I'm sorry. Come on now go up, I'm fat." Patted his shoulder.
"Elap first her tears Om."
"Whose eye water? I'm not crying." Steven touched both of his own cheeks.
"My eyes, good first, Om. It's a lot." The image opened his hands that covered his face. Steven let out a rough sigh, he re-enforced his body then turned around. He gushed the two cheeks slowly, wiping away the tears of sorrow.
"Already, don't cry" said Steven softly. She smiled sweetly at Citra and instantly made the two cheeks of the girl blush.
"Om don't smile like that. I will be sad." The image averted its eyes, unwilling to make its heart melt. His intentions now want to get angry in order to get the attention of Steven.
...Duh, who lacks affection. ask to be spoiled yes 😁...