The Regrets of the Child and Husband
PAS 15

Hands Amar instant Tremor. Aliyah's body grew colder and made a tremendous bang in her chest.

Still remembered clearly the appearance of dry blood on the pillow and bed linen earlier. Very much. He also looked up to see it. Amar could not imagine how big the wound on Aliyah's head was until her blood could be that much.

'Stupid! You're a real fool, Amar. How can Aliyah be okay while the ashtray you throw is made of thick shard. I don't know how big the wound is until the blood can be that much. "You're Aliyah too, why shut up? Do you deliberately want to torture me slowly with my regrets?' again with a body that shakes violently. Amar let out a heavy sigh, until now his tremors had not disappeared.

He saw the face of the wife who was lying on her lap. His cheeks were so thin, his eyes were black, and his lips were blue. For a long time he did not look at his wife. During this time, he always prioritizes the ego to ignore the figure of angels in his household.

The fingers of Aliyah. Strange, Aliyah's body looks thin, but Aliyah's fingers up to her wrist look bigger like swell.

'Why am I not aware that your body is really thin? But ... Why do the fingers up to your arms swell up? What exactly is going on?" A rough breath came out from Amar's lips. "Aliyah, does living with me make you suffer so much?' Batin Amar monologue.

Pressed by her completely claustrophobic chest. All this time he always showed his dislike and annoyance at Aliyah. He didn't even care about Aliyah.

In the past, Aliyah often complained of being tired, tired, especially after Amri was born, but she did not care. He was angry and accused her of always complaining.

Before Amri was born, Amar also often heard Aliyah's complaint that she had a headache. But Amar never rubbed it. He pretended not to hear his wife's complaint. One day, Aliyah woke her up in the middle of the night so that Amar could buy her a headache reliever. Aliyah said her head really hurt. His stomach was also sore and twisted, but he did not care that he was angry because Aliyah woke him up while he was sleeping. Amar closed his eyes, like there was a wound in his chest, but it was bloodless. But the pain was felt to every joint in his body.

Shortly after, finally Amar's car driven by a pack of RT arrived in front of the hospital. Mr. RT came out first and shouted for help.

The medics eventually rushed out while pushing the gurney. Assisted by officers, Amar then carried Aliyah and laid her slowly on the gurney.

Medics immediately pushed Aliyah's gurney towards the Emergency Installation. Amar followed with a raging mind. It's like a daze on its own.

"Pak Amar, you should take care of the administration of Bu Aliyah first. After that, you can follow us to IGD," said Mr. RT gave him direction.

Amar then nodded and immediately took care of the registration of the Aliyah administration. After that, he immediately followed Aliyah.

"How sir? Has anyone come out of there yet?" ask Amar after meeting RT sir.

Mr. RT shook his head, "not yet. Looks like they're still checking on Bu Aliyah."

Amar took a long breath. He scooped his face rough. Though his body was really tired, but his return was greeted with unexpected things like this.

The IGD door opens, a doctor comes out from inside.

"The Aliyah Family?"

"I'm her husband, sir," Amar said as she approached the doctor.

Without further ado, the doctor said, "your wife is in a critical state. You were almost too late to bring him here. The wound on Bu Aliyah's head turned out to be quite large and deep so we had to take surgical action. But as a constraint, the patient's heart rate is very weak. Blood pressure is also very low. So for a while we haven't been able to do anything other than clean the wound and monitor his heartbeat. Hopefully in the next one or two hours, his blood pressure and heart rate are better so that we can perform surgery. Please fill out a letter of approval in the administration for further action" said the doctor.

Amar was again in a daze. He did not expect, as a result of his throw yesterday could be as fatal as this. Amar's head instantly pulsated in pain.

"Sir Amar, sir," call RT sir to wake Amar from his daydream.

"Ah, i-iya, sir," said Amar.

Mr. RT let out a long sigh, "you should immediately contact the other family. It looks like Mr. Amar's condition is not okay. Remember sir, to keep a sick person requires a strong physical and mental. Hopefully, with the support of the family, you can get through this difficult time well," advises RT sir.

Amar agreed with RT's words. But the problem is, how will the response of parents and in-laws later if they know the state of Aliyah like this? Especially after they know that he is the cause of Aliyah to critical like this.

After the death of RT sir, Amar lived alone there. Since then his phone rang, but because of his tangled mind, made him reluctant to respond to the call that came from Nafisa.

"Where is Mas Amar? Why didn't you call me?" murmured Nafisa while lying on her bed.

Seconds change minutes. Even without feeling, two hours had passed, but Aliyah's state was still as before. There's no development at all.

"How, Sir? We leave the decision to Father. If you don't have a problem, we'll operate on your wife right away. But as I said, all possibilities can happen because the current state of your wife is very worrying" said the doctor.

Amar massaged his dizzy temple. Waiting or being operated on now, the risk remains the same. With a heavy heart, Amar also agreed the operation is still carried out right now.

"Good, Sir. We will do the best we can. However, still, the one who holds the power is Allah SWT. You should pray a lot, hopefully the operation goes well," said the doctor before entering the operating room to prepare for Aliyah surgery.

...***...

The operation had started an hour ago, but until now there had been no signs the operation would be completed. Amar could only be pensive while continuing to hope that Aliyah would survive.

When he was pensive, suddenly his phone went off. But this time it's from Nana.

"Hello, Na," said Amar.

"Dad, how's mom doing? You're okay, aren't you, Dad? Why-why, right?" ask Nana worried.

Amar let out a long sigh, "mother is in surgery. Critical mother situation. You pray yes, may the operation go smoothly so that the mother can recover soon."

"Aamiin, Dad," Nana said with a trembling voice.

"Well, are you sure you're healing?"

"Why did Nana ask that?"

"No idea. Just ... Nana realized, Nana is much wrong with mother. Nana made my mother sad and disappointed. What if mom leaves us, Dad? What if you don't want to be with us anymore? Nana ... afraid," said Nana bitterly. Amar. Hearing his son's words made Amar's chest immediately felt more pain. Imagining Aliyah walking away from their lives, really made her claustrophobic.

"Nana don't say that. Pray, mom will get well soon. Where are Gaffi and Amri? Are they still crying?"

"No. They just slept. Gaffi and Amri continued to cry. Bu RT same Bu Ani until overwhelmed their diemin. Thankfully, I am sleeping now. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion so they ended up falling asleep."

Amar. Just one day Aliyah was sick, everything had become chaotic like this. They even need help from neighbors to take care of their children. So, what if Aliyah is really gone?

Amar shook his head. To put aside those bad thoughts. That can't happen.

"Aliyah will definitely be healed. Yeah, sure," he said a little hesitating. Especially after the doctor stated Aliyah increasingly critical.

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