Wrong Memininang
The Part 71
"The patient's family on behalf of Yuki Tanzeela?" The doctor with the name tag Rangga called out.
"Yes sir, I'm her husband." Asher immediately approached Doctor Rangga with an anxious look.
"Right now the patient needs a blood transfusion, because the accident caused the patient to lose a lot of blood. But unfortunately the blood of patients including rare and hospitals there is no stock of blood type. So, which family of patients has the same blood type, AB rhesus negative." Dr. Rangga explained clearly.
"You have an hour from now, please contact anyone who can connect the patient's life."
Like being struck by lightning at night, Asher was so shocked to hear the doctor's statement. The clock had shown at one in the morning, Asher no longer cared about himself he ran frantically to meet the family, relaying information from doctors that was enough to make anyone who heard dumbfounded despair.
All the families are still gathered in the hospital, Asher hopes that some of them have the same blood type.
"Well, or is anyone here who's blood type AB rhesus negative? Yuki critically needs a blood transfusion, less than an hour that the donor should already be there?"
Everyone who was there was the same in a sense of panic but was required to remain calm and sane in order to think clearly. He helped the family contact anyone who could provide information about the donor.
"We're all from no family?" Dad called out softly.
"Our family is not the same." The atmosphere became increasingly tense with an overwhelming sense of panic.
"*Shit!!"
"Aarggghh*.....!!!"
"Alwi please contact all the office people, my wife accident need blood donation AB rhesus negative anyone who has the blood type I will pay dearly." Asher contacted anyone who could be contacted and asked for help. He promises to give a prize money that is worth or anything that Asher can give as long as Yuki can be saved.
Time continued to run, less than twenty-five minutes since the doctor Rangga called for no hilal. Asher's getting anxious.
"Have you found the donor yet?" Doctor Rangga called once more.
"Doc, what would happen to my wife if we couldn't find a blood donor."
"I hope you try more optimally for as long as there is still a time of opportunity, a minute can still change the situation, waallahuaklam."
It feels like his body is floating helpless, the spirit of the future is gone, honestly Asher is not ready to lose.
"Yuki dear.O Allah, endure, do not take now O God." Asher tears flooded his cheeks. He no longer cared about the gazes of those who looked, sitting on the floor of the hospital corridor with a whim.
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'Sometimes we forget to give our partner time and space. He always felt the most right when he accidentally hurt him. Still acting ordinary and calm as if there was no problem when his heart was hurt. Pretending to be strong can, as long as you do not let the embers spread into a fierce fire that is able to burn thoughts that can cause harm.'
'Do not blame destiny, it can still be changed with prayer and effort. Because of you, only you can change your own destiny, the rest leave it to God. Is there still tomorrow for both of us to carve out a story? maybe, although sometimes we become worried even a crisis of confidence in the person we often call a partner.'
The sea will not recede just because our story is so tangled. The earth will not be a thunder to hear his trembling cry. All will remain the same in reality only you who do not believe in the power of our love.
Puk puk
Someone they thought was the source of the crackle prickly slapped Asher's shoulder. He looked up with puffy eyes, there was a terribly tired and disappointed gurgle.
"I'm sorry, so sorry about this. We did meet accidentally, I hope you are patient with this test." Asher was unmoved too lazy to argue. His heart and mind were so tired. He was too afraid, afraid to hear the reality that was not necessarily the truth.
"Come on Bro, spirit. Don't be a whiny or I'll actually take it from you." This time his eyes stared sharply forward.
"My words will never be real because the one who lies weak there, prefers someone who once ignored, deliberately hurt even openly disrespects." Amar spoke with a fierce tone, his heart was equally sick but actually he began to mengikhlaskan because in reality Yuki still chose her husband.
"I'm only destined to love, but not to have. HAHAHA.that's what reality is." Amar still took out his heart.
"See you? you are even given a second chance to love but why only because of the shots of people who feel jealous of your relationship you believe in? Where is your love and trust in your partner? Still very doubtful in doubt? Actually LO is not the same love Yuki?" Amar began to not bear to see Asher who just fell silent without resisting.
"You've talked too much, and we're not that close. You're in an outrageous zone." Asher finally called out, in Amar's heart was relieved because this man could still control his emotions amid the panic.
"You're not angry? then let me go see Yuki in her room. I want to convey something I haven't been able to say before."
"Don't! only I can accompany him beside him. You help with prayer."
"Do you want to send me a message?"
"What?"
["The gaze smiled in the midst of the crush of pain, because it could make me believe, you shared that feeling with me, and I would heal your wounds."] Amar still putting on the face of care snobs.
"That's the kind of message I want to convey. Be capable."
"Crazy! you're playing with my feelings?"
"Love is reckless and that million, but it doesn't make me petty and cheat. I'm a crazy guy who loves to die to people's wives but at least my brain is still sane by not wanting to make them messy."
"Actually what are you talking about!? ribet, lots of bacots. Babeh, you are not qualified."
"In Yuki's body there is my blood flowing, I am happy to be part of a little taste that once fostered the hope of being together, she said, but still fate is cruel to me because God has his own way of uniting you with Yuki."
"So, you're the one who donated blood to Yuki?" Asher put on a half-dead shocked face, someone who yesterday did not want to be called his Identity now loudly expressed the facts in front of the real.
"Why didn't you say it?"
"Because I'm afraid your ego is more domineering, you'll think a thousand more times or maybe even more, if I'm the donor."
"What do you want?"