The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 22

All the checks are done, yes, Miss Ghea. We just wait for the outcome.

Ghea's heart pounded so strongly considering a few hours ago if she had done further examination of her womb and uterus. Without her husband's knowledge, of course.

In the next three days the results will go out. The hospital will contact you. Or not, the results will be delivered to your home.

Truly, Ghea was afraid of that outcome. When the doctor asked all about his complaints, and after Ghea explained some complaints that lately he often felt. The doctor advised him to do further tests.

As a result, the woman went out of the hospital at two in the afternoon to then continue her journey to Bandung.

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The sound of several car horns from the back of his car so screeched the ears. Only then did Ghea realize that the red light in front of her had turned green. In a hurry with his pulsating head, he stepped on the gas pedal. The car was traveling at speed through a red light.

At seven o'clock Ghea reached the Flower City.

With a tired body and under the stomach that again felt a tingling ache, Ghea turned her car. In front of him, Hasan Sadikin building looks towering. The car stopped at the portal. Ghea lowered the car's glass window and extended her hand to press the button. As soon as an automatic sound was heard, a parking queue paper came out. Ghea pulled it and then drove back his car slowly when the portal in front of him opened. Then he spread his gaze. Find an empty parking area.

Not directly out of the car once the iron vehicle is parked next to another car. Moreover, Ghea leaned back her head while breathing the long air from her lungs. The base of his nose felt pulsating. Even with the bottom of his stomach that increasingly tingling. Also sore. And sometimes there are

the pain there that Ghea felt. He could not describe the pain with words.

“Sayang ..” said Ghea vibrated while stroking her stomach. “Sorry Mother, yes. You must be tired of Mother taking your way as far as gini,” murmured again without stopping stroking the stomach that already looks bulging it.

Ghea's hand phone shook as her back moved away from the seatback. And Mama's name flashes on the screen.

“Iya, Ma?” ghea replied when the phone was stuck in the ear.

“You've arrived, baby?”

Drawn Ghea her breath. “Udah. I'm in the parking lot now, Ma. It's coming in. Papa in what room?” asked Ghea while opening the seatbelt and then grabbed the bag stored in the side chair. Put some stuff in the bag. The phone is sandwiched between the head and shoulders.

“Papa in ICU, Ghe.”

Ghea's hand movements stopped instantly to open the car door. Body stiffens. The knee until his heel suddenly limp. Even with his heart shaking.

“ICU?” reset Ghea. His voice was weak, slow and barely audible to anyone.

“Iya, darling.” But not with Mama. He heard Ghea's weak voice.

Opening the car door, Ghea lowered one leg. Standing up, though weak, still crawled the woman's knees. “Ghea log in now, Ma. Mama wait for Ghea, yeah! Later Ghea asked for help from officers to take Ghea to Papa's room. Mama don't go anywhere, yeah, Ma!”

The call was decided by Ghea. With a hasty step, Ghea stepped towards the door of the hospital building. It eliminated the feeling of weakness within him. Ghea can't be weak. He must be strong. Though aware if he is not as strong as what his heart says. But this is for Mama.

As soon as Ghea arrived at the hospital reception, Ghea's phone shook again. It is easy to see the name that flashes on the screen. However, after that Ghea ignored him. Gery called himself.

Ah, ja. Ghea forgot to tell her husband when she arrived. While Ghea was on her way, her husband kept calling her number within ten minutes. However, only a few calls were answered. And now it is. Ghea ignored.

“There can I help you with, Bu?” ask the hospital receptionist when Ghea's body loomed behind the long table in front of her.

“I want to ask, sus. The patient on behalf of Mr. Jordan from Jakarta who was transferred to ICU—“ room this afternoon

“Oh ... Would you like to see me? But first I apologize, yes, ma'am. The hospital time is over. And for patients on behalf of Mr. Jordan this afternoon was diverted to the ICU because the patient's condition decreased with blood conditions are less,” explained a woman in a white uniform and hijab that covers her head so

amiable.

“But I don't want to cry, sus. I am the son of the patient. I just came from Jakarta and I want to see the condition of my Papa, sus.”

“But once again sorry, Mom. Can't do. Moreover, the patient is now in intensive care in the ICU room where not just anyone can enter, because in the ICU room the patient's condition is monitored 24 hours by the Doctor on duty.”

Really, Ghea growled. How can such regulations be used by hospitals? He's not someone else. He is his son. But why can't it?

Ghea wants to see Papa and Ghea has to see him.

“But I'm not someone else, Sus. My son. And I want to see my Papa's condition. Wrongly? And inside—“ Ghea looked behind her back. Right between those hospital hallways. “—Mama my own. I can't let my own Mama take care of my Papa, Sus.”

The nurse was silent. He also felt unbearable.

“Shortly. I will contact the doctor who is in charge of the ICU first. If the doctor allows it, you can come in. The officer will deliver you." The nurse took the phone. As soon as the sister's voice was heard, Ghea's phone shook again. Still from the same name. The one who previously kept calling her mobile number.

Ghea took her breath again. Together with the thumb finger that will shift the green icon on the phone screen, along with that also the nurse behind the table made a sound.

“Good, Mom. The doctor let you in,” he said with a smile. Excited, Ghea lowered her hand. Unknowingly put the phone in her bag and then for the umpteenth time ignore the phone call from her husband.

“But sorry, yes, Mom. As long as the mother accompanies the patient, her hand phone should be in dead mode. This is for the safety of patients in the ICU room!”

Nod Ghea his head. He reached into the phone again to then turn off the object.

Seizy note :

For the umpteenth time I apologize for not being able to update the routine. Especially with my physical condition. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged and prayed for the late papa. May you all be healthy and protected by Allah SWT. Amens

I'm sorry if this chapter is lacking. And for this chapter, this is really my reel story when Papa was admitted to the hospital yesterday. 3 days 3 nights Papa was admitted to the hospital room. And after those 3 days my Papa's condition declined. He drop. And transferred to the ICU. In my dad's ICU I only lasted 2 days and one night. And at night to his lima Papa was not strong.

That's a little story from me. May you still be given physical and spiritual health huh.

Lots of comments, later I update again because I have typed naskas.

Thank you. and greetings pounding from kang nget amateurs.

Seizies