WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Operation Beautiful part 2

An hour feels like more than a year for people waiting between life and death.

Well, it's been an hour more beautiful to be in there, to be in the operating room, to struggle between life and death, if anyone asks what I feel like?? Then I will answer, Beautiful feelings are my feelings, Beautiful hearts are my heart, and Beautiful pain is my pain. So, the Beautiful position that was struggling inside there was also my position.

I sat down in the waiting seat, Anwar faithfully accompanied me, wiping my tears occasionally. This pain continued to creep in my chest, I saw my new Mom and Dad strengthening each other, opposite I saw also Dad who was covering his face while muttering, continuing to beristighfar, he said, do not forget Andre and Mother-in-law Indah also sat closest to the door of the operating room.

An hour and a half passed, finally the operating room door was opened by one of the nurses, we immediately stood up, and went straight to the nurse.

“Dok, how is my wife??” Andre asked with tears in his eyes, I still remember what he said the other day to me at the cafe, so, all this time Andre never loved Indah?? Now that I know the true heart of Love, that pain it feels, to marry someone who doesn't really love us, it feels really bad.

“The situation of Ms. Indah is fine, she has passed her critical period, the family please calm down and continue to help do'a, soon, Ibu Indah will be transferred to the nursing room“ explained the nurse firmly.

“Alhamdulillah .. “ instantaneous thanksgiving echoes from the lips of the whole family.

Andre's body immediately sagged, a million regrets visible from the look of his face.

Shortly after, the nurse pushed the stroller that was riding Beautiful, we all stood up, and followed where the body of Beautiful was taken away. With mixed feelings I kept crying, though,

“Udah Jan, you do not cry continuously, it is beautiful already well now“ Anwar calms me.

“Hmht, I'm afraid An, I'm afraid of losing Indah“ I sobbed in Anwar's arms.

“Two hours more Mother Lovely will soon be aware, until the influence of the anesthetic runs out“ explained Doctor,

“then I excuse you first, later if I am Beautiful already aware please call me“ Doctor puspita resign.

“Good Doc, thank you“ answered us compact.

“Mother, you should just go home, rest and clean up first, here so now I'm the one looking after Beautiful tonight“ I look into the tired eyes of Mom and the others.

“No Jan, I want to be here with Indah,“ reject Mom.

“Bu, Mom is tired, better Mom and Dad just go home, Mom also went home first aja yah“ I rubbed the shoulders of Mother-in-law Indah, who from then on was just silent and down.

“Andre also if you want to go home, just go home, you guys rest aja“ I met Andre who was languishing.

“Sister Jani, I want to wait Beautiful here“ replied Andre.

“Ya already if so,“ I'm back sitting in a chair near the bed Indah.

“I will nemenin you here Jan“ Anwar approached me, and stroked my shoulder.

For a second I did not want to be far from Beautiful, I wanted as a Big Brother I could accompany her in her most difficult time.

“Still An,“ I looked at my husband's day.

“Iya baby, I went to the cafeteria first yes, I want to buy food for you, what do you want?” ask Anwar.

“I don't want anything An“ answered me who felt so lazy to eat anything, even though from morning, I haven't eaten anything, while the parents have come home from earlier.

As soon as Anwar went to the cafeteria, Andre who had been sitting quietly in a corner, approached me.

“Jan, please forgive me, sorryin all my words the other day“ Andre said, showing a face filled with guilt.

“Nothing, I'm sorry you Andre“ replied me, with the gaze still fixed on Indah, who was still lying helplessly.

“Jan,“ suddenly Andre grabbed my hand.

“Don't do this Andre,“ I let go of Andre's hand slowly.

“Sister,“ suddenly Beautiful woke up, I immediately approached her.

“Iya Sister,“

“Before, Brother call me Doctor ya“ I immediately got up and ran out, looking for Doctor Puspita.

“Doctor, my sister is aware!!“ I shouted at the Doctor who passed in front of me.

“Oh, Beautiful Mother is aware??” ask Doctor Puspita.

“Iya Doc, let's check my sister“ with gasps I immediately lead Doctor Puspita into the room Beautiful.

Doctor Puspita followed my steps.

“Hay bu Indah, how is it now?” ask Doctor Puspita gently.

“Good Doc,“ Lovely smile.

“Good, I check first for a moment ya“ Doctor then check the condition Beautiful.

“Well, everything is good, Ibu Indah just need to rest enough ya“ Doctor Puspita explained.

“Good Doc,“ replied Beautiful with a smile.

“Good, then excuse me first, later if there is anything, just call me ya“ pamit Doctor Puspita.

“Good Doc,“ Doctor Puspita put his foot out of the room.

“Dek, are you okay?” I asked while holding my beautiful hand.

“I'm fine Brother,“ replied Beautiful with a smile.

“Kakak,“ Indah called me in a hoarse voice.

“I'm sleepy, Brother and Andre can go out first?? I want to myself“ Beautiful Peech with his own gaze, I know, there is a Beautiful hide, but this time I also have to give Beautiful time.

“Good, Brother will wait outside, later if Beautiful want anything, Beautiful say the same Brother ya“ I rewind steps, then out of the room Beautiful, in follow Andre.

“Jan,“ again Andre called me.

“Andre, I hope you can understand all these conditions,“ I really don't want to hear anything from Andre anymore.

“Jan, why outside??” suddenly Anwar greeted me, making me and Andre gasp in shock.

“Ah, yes, it was Beautiful to want to rest alone he“ replied me.

“Emh rowdy, yes already sit here, I bring you warm milk, you drink milk first yes, you have not eaten from morn“ Anwar thrust me a glass of milk that is still warm.

“Iya,“ I replied as I sat on the bench following Anwar, Anwar opened the suit he was wearing, and slipped it on my shoulder.

“Wear this yes, you are cold, it is already night“

“Yes, thank you An“ I replied with a smile looking at him.

Meanwhile, I saw Andre looking at us with a difficult look.

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