The Heart of Old Menjakaka
65. Even life
"Good night, is this really Mr. Steven Prasetyo's residence?" asked a man in a police uniform to Ajis who was sitting in a coffee. The man immediately stood up and nodded quickly.
"Really, Sir. What's up, huh?"
"I got a report from a resident that he experienced a legalization on xx street. Mr. Steven was stabbed and is now at Harapan Hospital, sir," he explained.
Ajis immediately rounded his eyes and for a moment he was stunned to get the sad news.
"I'll call his wife, sir." Ajis reached into his bag of trousers, then took his cell phone.
"If anything is needed from the police, you can contact me." The policeman gave Ajis his card. "I'm sorry, sir."
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The gugun who received the call from Ajis was certainly feeling panicked. He rushed into the hotel building and then searched for the whereabouts of Citra. Looking to the right and left, until the end saw the girl in the last seat. Sitting while crying.
"Miss, let's go to the hospital" said Gugun with a severed sigh. He ran over to Citra like a man of loyalty.
"What's the hospital going for, Om?" Quickly Citra wiped her tears and down the juice on the table because she was thirsty.
"Sir Steven was in an accident. He stabbed people."
Degh's!
Citra. For a moment he felt his heart stop as if it were in shock. Then soon his chest feels tight, also pain up the heart.
"stabbed? Who could stab Om Ganteng?"
"I'll tell you later, but now let's go to the hospital to check on her condition, Miss," asked Gugun.
Citra nodded, she immediately ran out of the building first, then followed by Gugun.
"Said the police, Mr. Steven has a break-in, miss. He was stabbed, then the car, the phone and the money were taken" Gugun said as he drove. Judging from the windshield the image returned to tears. His eyes also look swollen because today many tears.
"Thunder? When is that, Om? That one?"
"It's like 5 or 6."
"Say Dad begal usually there is midnight, why is there still afternoon anyway, Om? Poor Om handsome." The image cries.
"I don't know if it's a problem, Miss."
The image closed its eyes with both hands clasping each other. His body felt trembling and he felt very scared. Fear if there is something bad with Steven's current condition. 'May the handsome be well, O Allah. Protect and take care of him. I don't want to lose him. Let Om the Bull live a long and happy life forever.'
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At the hospital, they were told by receptionist guards that Steven was in the operating room. They rushed there and there happened to be a nurse who had just come out of the room.
"Sus, how is Om handsome. Ah I mean Om Steven Prasetyo?" asked Citra as she approached and wiped the sweat on her forehead.
"He is being operated on. Is Miss his family? Can you help me?"
"What's the help, Sus?"
"Right now Mr. Steven needs one more bag of blood. And at the hospital his blood supply ran out. He's got a lot of blood to lose."
"What blood type, Sus?"
"B, Miss."
"If it's not wrong my blood is also B, Sus. Just take as much blood as Sister needs." The image offers itself.
"Miss, don't do that!" gugun. He interrupted the sister's words while holding the left arm of Citra to make her turn. He also knew that it was true, Citra Class B blood was just like Danu.
"Why, Om?" Citra's forehead flinched.
"Miss doesn't need to donate blood, I'll call Mr. Steven's family." Gugun shook his head and took his cell phone in his pants pocket.
"If you want to call, just call, Om. But I want to help Om the handsome." Image of Gugun's hand.
"Why? She said Miss wants to let it go?"
"Yes, I'll let go of Om Ganteng. But he needs me now. Let alone Om's blood .. life even though I will give it to him for the sake of his happiness," said Citra then passed into the operating room with the nurse.
Gugun let out a rough breath, then rubbed his face. "It seems Miss Citra is really sincere and in love with Mr. Steven. Poor him, I can't bear to watch him keep crying." Gugun slowly sat his butt on the long chair, then leaned his back. "I should have married her, not Steven."
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The image lay on top of the bed and then turned to the right. There was a light blue barrier, but it opened slightly so that he could see Steven's head was beside him. The handsome man was still unconscious, his mouth and nose were on a ventilator.
The image touched his chest, feeling thumping fiercely inside there.
"We'll check on Miss's condition first, okay? And the blood match," said a male doctor who approached Citra. The girl simply nodded, but still looked at Steven from the side.
With the help of the nurse, she checked her health and blood. It turns out it is suitable and the image is in good health. After that, blood transfusions were performed.
The image closed its eyes while screeching slightly as it felt its arm being pierced by a needle and before long the needle sucked up its blood.
'May the operation Om Ganteng succeed, Om will be fine.'
30 Minutes after the blood transfusion was completed, Citra immediately got out of bed and touched her head, which suddenly felt dizzy.
"Is Miss dizzy?" sister asked, she gave Citra a glass of water and one yellow medicinal seed.
"Yes, Sus. Why, huh?"
"That's normal when we're done donating blood, miss. Miss take vitamins first."
Citra nodded and immediately took and drank what the Sister gave her.
Ceklek~
The image that had just come out of the operating room was immediately approached by Gugun.
"How, Miss? Does it match his blood?" ask Gugun. He honestly hopes that there will be mistakes so that Citra does not donate blood.
"Yes, Om." The image nodded with a smile. "Eeemm .. I want to pray first yes, Om. Find the musolah here. Om don't go anywhere, wait for the handsome Om."
"Yes, would I take you to look for him?" tawar Gugun's.
"No need." The image shook quickly. "I can find it myself."
"Yes, Miss be careful."
The image nodded, then walked slowly away from there while holding his head. Suddenly his body felt weak and his head was getting bigger. His sight suddenly blurred.
Afraid if later fell unconscious, Citra immediately sat on a chair and blinked her eyes. Trying to neutralize his dizziness.
"What a bad father I am, the pantes Om Ganteng said I usually just cry. It seems weak. Just a blood donor, my head is dizzy." The image patted his head slowly.
"Dedek Gemes is here?" ask someone who suddenly comes. But he came in a wheelchair driven by a man in a security uniform.
...Who called who? Kok kayak no stranger 🤔...