ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XCIII: Visiting Andre

I made my foot in a hurry along the hospital hallway which was quite crowded with visitors that morning. I don't find a speck of joy there. Everyone is like a time-hunt. The medics in white uniforms downstream-mudik with the face bent, without any cheerful face radiated. Maybe the burden they carry feels over the limit, so they forget how to smile. Are all medical personnel like that? I guess not.

I entered the room where Andre was being treated with doubt. The aroma of the medicines directly ambushed the nose. I really don't like this smell. Since I was a kid I didn't like the smell of hospitals. Because in addition to making the stomach nauseous, it also arouses trauma in the past. That's why, I don't like to linger in the hospital, because everything here makes me sad.

On the wheeled hospital bed, I saw the pitiful figure of Andre. His eyes closed, perhaps sleeping or unconscious? The infusion hose hangs on the support pole, with the end stuck on the right arm. A few strands of bandage patch up at the temple. It's really nice to see that. His charm seemed to fade in helplessness.

On the side of the bed I saw a girl in tears, crying in silence. Unceasingly stared at the figure lying before him. My presence doesn't even attract attention. I tried to step slowly closer, staring blankly at the figure of Andre who was silent. What am I supposed to do? Pity is invoking. Especially when you see tears that never stop.

“Sabar yes, Inneke ..”whisper me slowly.

Inneke did not reply, only shook his head. I don't know what else to do. I wanted to ask her a lot of questions, but I guess the timing wasn't right. Under these conditions it may be more corroborating than asking about the chronology of events. Inneke's feeling was still shaken, it was only natural given that the seed that was in Inneke's womb was still several weeks old.

I don't know if Farhan and Doni have been informed of this. Probably already, but due to the distance apart they need time to be able to come here.

Just thinking about them, my phone vibrated. I saw Doni's name flickering on the screen. I hurried out of the treatment room, looking for a more conducive place to talk.

“Hei Bi! Where are you now? What is the story of Andre? Waduh, how to make a problem child. I was really surprised. Yesterday was told by his old friend who I happened to know too. Bener-bener. But how is it? In my house it is still hard. Plan a little afternoon I was there,” explained Doni.

“I'm again in this hospital, Don. Poor to know Andre. He's not conscious. There may be a bump in the head. Poor as well as Inneke. His family hasn't come to see me. Later in the afternoon you come here Tengokin he. If no one is looking after us, we change. Farhan is not to be invited. She's a newlywed, told to take care of the sick?”

“Eh, I told Farhan too. Wherever we live, Bi. The time he was left. Yeah let it be if he wants to come here. Let me wait it out first is okay. My sister is not fussy. Farhan himself said he wanted to come here later,” continued Doni.

“Yes if so. What is clear is that we can not live Andre in this situation alone. Later replace with Inneke. Let him rest first. There is no one here about.”

“OK, Bi. You set up ajalah how good it is. I went there to help you too. This business at home also cannot be left behind. Usually bother to clean up when finished there is a big event. God willing I am Ashar has arrived there. You also take care of your health, especially if you are sick even bother!”

In my heart I was broken. Since when did Doni turn into this kind of attention? I am usually the most eager to drop my pride. However, Doni is a Doni with all his distinctive character, which I must accept wholeheartedly as a friend. I'm also annoying sometimes, I don't deny it. Perhaps this is the art of friendship, for we are not angels.The usual stains color in a friendship. We are adult men, not women who get carried away easily. So any sadistic prank feels like the wind.

Doni ended the talks. I looked back at Andre who was still in a closed state. This time a nurse, accompanied by a doctor, looked to check her condition. My curiosity is squirming. The doctor had a serious face, so it was a bit disinclined to ask. Inneke was calm, although his eyes still looked puffy.

“The conditions are stable. Later also he realized,” said the doctor.

“He had a shock in the head. Fortunately, not too serious. Hopefully, we can communicate later. Later we will check the development,” replied the doctor.

After the paramedics passed, I again saw Andre's face that looked a little pale. The charm that is always glorified seems to be eroded just like that. In fact, we are very weak beings. In these conditions, the sudden urge to draw near to God becomes unbearable.

“Inneke have breakfast?” I asked Inneke who was still silent.

“Numbered, Mas.” The answer was short, with a raucous voice from crying too much.

I'll be aware immediately. Conditions like this certainly no longer care about the affairs of the stomach. After all, he had to keep eating so that the condition of his body did not drop. Especially if she is pregnant. Of course, poor psychiatric conditions will affect the health condition of the fetus they contain. Especially if he is sick, then we will bother twice.

“I bought breakfast huh?” ask again.

“I'm not hungry...”.

“But it has to be filled her stomach, Inne. It hurts when you don't have breakfast. A little bit to fill up. Kasian same Mas Andrenya later if Inne did not get sick. Anyway Inne has to eat huh? A little is okay!” the bujukku.

Really, I'm not very good at persuading or seducing. There, I was often the victim of persuasion or seduction. All the efforts I put in for Inneke to eat. No need to waste a lot of time, I immediately rushed to find anything that could be eaten in the hospital canteen.

There was nothing I could get, other than a pack of chicken-soaked yellow rice, pastries and a big bottle of mineral water. Good for stomach. I haven't had breakfast since this morning either. No matter what, even though I have acute mag, I can still survive in this condition. At the very least, Inneke could have breakfast first.

I offered food to Inneke, but he only chose breakfast pastries. The yellow rice I bought was completely untouched. It's okay, what matters is that the stomach is in it. No need to be forced.

“My stomach is nauseous when I eat rice, Mas,”he's shrinking.

I'm nodding. In my heart, I was really jealous of Andre, when there was a woman who was willing to sacrifice herself for worrying about her condition. Not many women today are like that. So, if there's another motive behind it, I don't think it's right.

When do I have a soul mate like that?

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