When Love Should Determine
Chapter 78

Larissa immediately walked into the doctor's room as soon as she heard her name called followed by Hamzah in the back.

"Mother Larissa?" asked the doctor. Ensuring the patient who enters is the same as the data he holds.

"Yes, doc. That's me."

"Let's go to the examination room, let me check first!."

"Come, mom. Come with me!" a nurse who was in the room invited Larissa to a room that was only given a curtain. Without saying much Larissa followed the nurse.

Larissa unbuttoned some clothes to make the inspection easier. The nurse covered the lower part of Larissa's body with a blanket and left the part of the body to be examined.

The doctor got up from his seat and entered the room after a while. "Where is sick?."

"This one, doc!" show Larissa.

The doctor wears rubber gloves and performs a brief examination. "Okay, enough!," then returned to his seat.

"So, how'd you decide?" ask the doctor while opening several sheets of Larissa's health report in front of him.

"Now I'm ready, doc! When can I have surgery?."

The doctor smiled. "First you should have a blood test first. After that you reserve an inpatient room. If you've got a room, you can come back here to determine the action schedule."

"Good, doc!" answer's short.

Larissa got up and walked towards the laboratory room to do the blood test as the doctor requested.

Waiting is one of the most boring things. But patiently Larissa did. And after some time finally the test results came out as well.

From the laboratory room Larissa switched to the place of inpatient registration to make a reservation. Fortunately, there were still some empty rooms that he could use later.

After getting the room inpatient Larissa back to the doctor's room. "I've got the inpatient room just like the doctor asked for. And here's my blood test result, "Give me an envelope with blood test results. "So, when can I have surgery, doc?."

The doctor opened the envelope and read the results asking, "Are you ready if I schedule your surgery these weeks?"

Larissa answered with complete confidence. "I'm so ready, doc! Isn't faster better?."

"Good! All test results are good. Then, the day after you we schedule an operation. You can come here at five in the morning to prepare. And ten o'clock in the afternoon you'll be taken to the operating room for action."

Larissa nodded her head. "Good, doc! I understand."

"Oh yes one more thing, we recommend you to fast ten hours before surgery," added the doctor. "Until here is there anything you want to ask?."

Larissa shook her head briefly. "No, doc!."

"Then you can go home. Prepare yourself as well as possible by maintaining adequate food intake and rest." At the same time the doctor returned the test results to Larissa.

The doctor welcomed Larissa's hand. "Come, please!."

After leaving the room doctor Larissa headed to the parking lot. He wanted to go home because he was worried about his son. Even though he had already entrusted his son to the grandmother's house, but the heart of a mother will never be able to calm if she leaves her child too long

Hamzah followed wherever Larissa went without saying a word. This time he entered the parking lot without talking to his wife.

As usual, Larissa did not come in and just waited for her husband to pick up a motorcycle in front of the parking lot exit. But what he did this time was a big mistake.

Hamzah seemed to have difficulty removing the motor to make the helmet he was holding fell. Instead of putting a bicycle and picking up the helmet, Hamzah kicked it while swearing violently, "Had known anyone else was riding a bicycle and was silent like a statue. It take!."

Larissa closed her eyes while rubbing her chest. A single tear fell without being held back. All he could do was mention the name of God. "Oh my God, give me strength."

Larissa snatched the dropped helmet without saying much, then exited the hospital area without looking back or caring for her husband again. His patience this time was over. Hamzah's actions had greatly embarrassed him. Moreover, many people who had witnessed the incident earlier.

Tin.tin...

Hamzah spelled Larissa's steps while honking her horn. "Woi, let's go up!" his yell.

Larissa pretended not to hear her husband's screams and continued walking. He was hurt and embarrassed by this incident.

Hamzah did not give up. He kept shouting to get his wife up while clawing. "Are you a bitch? Let's get on! It's night," hardenikya.

Larissa was forced to stop her steps because she felt ashamed to continue to be noticed by the people around her. "You just go, I can go home by myself!," he said.

"Don't be stubborn! Come on, splinter up."

"No need! I still want to live. I don't want to die silly on the road because of your careless driving."

In a state of anger Hamzah is often driving a bicycle with recklessness without regard to the safety of the people he was in contact with. When leaving just now Larissa made heart gymnastics because of how to drive it. At the time, Hamzah was not angry.

Hamzah snorted in annoyance. He became even more angry because Larissa kept refusing. "Yes if you don't want to. You go home alone!. Already been defended even gini gini your reply. Know that better not let me just take it with you." The bike was fast without looking back.

Larissa rubbed her chest looking at her husband's attitude. Instead of feeling guilty and apologizing after being subtly insinuated by his wife, Hamzah left him.

After being left behind by her husband Larissa began to be confused how to go home . He was frenzied looking for public transportation that is still operating.

To get to the house of Larissa must take the transport first to the terminal. From the terminal he continued to take a mini bus to the village boundary. And from there he had to take another freight to get in front of the alley. Finally he had to walk for another fifteen minutes because the transport did not cross his house.

A public transport leading to the terminal passed in front of him. Larissa reached out her hand to stop the transport but then stopped. "If I get on that transport, I could get to the terminal. But from the terminal what do I have to ride? Not later if it reaches the village boundary," he murmured doubtfully. "It's been too late. Is it possible that the bus heading towards the house is still there."

Amidst the confusion, Larissa's view was suddenly fixed on two online motorcycle riders who were not far from her. He immediately approached the online project. "Mas, if you want to go to the xx area can?."

"That's a long way, ma'am."

Hearing the answer of one of the drivers online ojek heart Larissa ketar-ketir. "Please me, mas. My anterin is home. I'll pay whatever you ask."