Waiting For Ring On Sweet Finger
Hospital

Akhmar took Safia to the hospital in his own car. Even the man carried Safia from the floor where they worked all the way to the car.

Currently in the white-painted VIP room of the city's top hospital, Akhmar stood waiting for Safia to wake up. Just the two of them, no one else.

According to doctors, Safia could have been physically and mentally exhausted, causing the woman to faint. Therefore, Safia was required to rest for a few days.

Akhmar waited quietly. Wish Safia's eyelids would open soon and they could finally look at each other. "You've kept everything all alone." Akhmar massaged his forehead, it hurts.

About five minutes, the sign came. Safia's eyes slowly opened, watching the hospital ceiling clear white. Akhmar looked at him. "Are you okay?" tanyakanya. While Safia herself was not aware of her own condition.

The woman tried to get up, even though her head still hurt.

"You should just go to bed" Akhmar said.

Safia did not hear. Keep trying to get up and finally succeed. Leaning your back against the wall while looking at the infusion hose on your right hand. "Sorry, sir, why am I here, huh?" Safia had not noticed at all.

Akhmar was silent for a moment, then said, "You fainted after lunch. I don't know why you could be like this because I saw you had lunch too."

"Astag." Safia just woke up. After remembering it, it turned out to be so. He looked for a cell phone around. There's none. "Where is my phone, huh? Did I forget to take it with me at lunch." Safia's a little panicked. His work is piling up and he's here right now.

"You don't have a cell phone" Akhmar said.

"You're sick!" Akhmar's tone rose by an octave causing Safia to be stunned with both feet hanging, not stepping on the floor. Akhmar breathed a rough sigh. "Think about your condition now. If it wasn't you, who else would want to think about your condition?"

Safia silence. Akhmar was being overdone, but even the words of the man were nothing wrong. Worryingly.

"You're just thinking about how other people are. Without you knowing it, you are zoning yourself. Don't you realize that?"

Safia said nothing, silent as if accepting all the words of Akhmar. Fortunately, this room is intended for one patient only so they are free to talk about anything.

"I may not know how you live your life, but don't sacrifice yourself too much for the sake of others. You have the right to choose your own happy path. No matter how sharp the tip of the knife they have. You must still be able to survive against it," Akhmar added.

Safia calms down. The feeling of tightness begins to be felt in the chest along with the flow of tears to the cheeks. Safia had held him as much as possible, but it was hard. "I don't know what to do, sir."

In front of Akhmar, Safia who was famous for looking strong was crying bitterly. His tears flowed along the river, even very hard. "I'm ashamed, but I don't know what to do. I am trying to change for the better, it turns out that God my love is a test of this weight. Why?"

Akhmar clenched both hands. Can't bear to see a woman crying, but self-conscious of her position now. It's impossible to touch Safia, unless it's an emergency like that.

"I'm ashamed, sir. I'm ashamed." Safia continued to cry incessantly as if this time with Akhmar was the comfort she sought.

Akhmar turned his face in any direction, unable to see it. "Remove your tears. I can't do it." Both Akhmar's hands grew firmer. Holding back is hard, but trying your best is an obligation. "I have no good reason to wipe your tears with my own hands."