You Are My Sunshine
The Part 258
Wira tried to balance her steps in the midst of the panic that invaded her, tightening her arm that held her back to ensure a strong grip so that Dara did not fall.
“Pak Jono! Quickly open the car door!” shouted Wira loudly from a distance made Mr. Jono who was joking with security guards immediately alert.
Mr. Jono was surprised to see his master appear and walked in a hurry with Dara in his carriage. Half leaping up from his seat, the middle-aged man immediately opened the car door of the passenger seat wide.
“Quick to hospital, now!” command the Hero with a tone of voice laden with great fear.
The white Toyota Alphard immediately shot away from the parking lot, Mr. Jono gave all his best to get to the hospital safely.
Dara whimpered and grimaced in the lap of Wira, her face paled even more, the swirls of sweat flooded her forehead and temples. Occasionally her hand squeezed firmly her husband's shirt as if looking for strength there, while the other hand held the bottom of her stomach that felt unusually painful like squeezed firmly.
“Mas, sak-sakiiettt...” Dara's breath stung after saying her sentence, accompanied by her strong squeeze on the Wira shirt.
“I'm sorry..I'm sorry I found you too late. Be strong baby, please,” he said raucously because his throat was choked by a tight feeling of the chest.
The party was immediately dissolved at that very instant. Raisa even threw her high heels and chose to run barefoot to get to the parking lot and then gas to the hospital. Haris and Ratih who continued to cry also soon followed, followed by Freya and Anggi who went to ride Fatih's car.
“Mas, My child.. Please save my Son,” said Dara with a voice weakened in fear accompanied by a clear circle that flows from the corner of his eye. “Dia... she does not move hiks... hiks....” Next to his hand that holds his stomach down the surface of his own stomach with a trembling palm looking for movement from the baby that he contains even though currently the pain is not terpercussin.
“Don't think too much, soon we will arrive at the hospital. Calm down baby, everything will be fine.” Wira tried to comfort his wife whose condition was getting weaker in her lap, showering Dara's face and head with a kiss, while the warm liquid that seeps from between Dara's thighs increasingly wet the Wira pants leaving a dark red stain printed there coupled with the smell of fishy blood that began to crackle.
The air supply suddenly felt thin, Dara who again experienced a tight gasp in the arms of Wira because her lungs felt squeezed by a heavy burden. The more panicked, he as much as possible to guide Dara to breathe regularly.
“Breathing dear, puff regularly follow my instructions. You can definitely.” Wira tried to cheer in the middle of the gripping atmosphere that surrounded him.
The trip to the hospital this time seemed to be many miles away, Wira felt like she was in a frozen sea of ice and she stood on a thin layer she was treading, one step a little then the ice will crack and drown it in the cold water that is similar to thousands of sharp blades raining painfully to the bottom of the soul.