Arogan's Wife Belongs to a Doctor

Chapter 92 - Goodbye

CHAPTER 92

Dwyne was still under the influence of drugs, Samantha gave him blood pressure-lowering drugs, until the surgical wound closure process was completed.  To speed up recovery, Samantha gave Dwyne a sedative with a small dose.

“Sayang”, the tears of God dripping saw his wife closed her eyes slowly.

“Doctor Dewa”, call a Pediatrician.

“Your first baby must enter the NICU, in his body too much fluid”

The god nodded resignedly, tears had already branched his face. ”Thank you for the help doctor”, sobs God.

This handsome doctor came out of the operating room, his face lethargic and red from crying.

The open door revealed all members of the Bradley family with a complete formation present in the waiting room and the Armend family came.

“God, how are Dwyne and my granddaughter?”, asked Mama Nayla, her two narrow eyes swollen from crying.

“Dwyne is fine mah, my hero........ they”, the God of powerless to hold his cry, he also shed on the hospital floor.

“Sister-in-law”, squealing Dariel

“God, tell me what happened, mama's grandson is fine right?”

The god began to tell what was happening inside the operating room, his eyes closed considering that the little hero both had to leave forever before being born.

The weight is not suitable and the condition of the lungs and heart is not functioning properly, various efforts have been made by the team of doctors but still do not produce results.

“Dwyne has not known it mah, because suddenly his blood pressure increased drastically”, said God.

The door to the room opened again, the child specialist and two nurses brought the son of Dewa and Dwyne to the NICU. “Kuat papa” little whiz, Dewa staring nanar at one of his children who was born safe.

“Sister-in-law must be strong because Dwyne must have been hit so hard”, Dariel stood by the side of God.

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At night in the hospital room, Dwyne began to open her eyes. Seeking a beloved husband figure but none, only Mama Nayla, Oma Nilla, and Aunt Kezia accompany him.

“Mah, where is Dewa?”, shrewd Dwyne.

“Ummmm, God there is a need with papa and Dariel”, replied Mama Nyala who was confused to say what, because God since the afternoon takes care of her son's funeral.

“Where are my children mah?”, Dwyne tried to sit but the pain in the stomach was very disturbing his movement. “Sssshhh”

“Be careful dear”

“Where are my kids mah? Are they healthy? what's his face like?”, asked Dwyne in a row.

The throats of the three people who accompanied Dwyne choked, not knowing what to answer and more feared if until this young mother hysterically.

The god accompanied Dariel into the treatment room, of course, can be caught easily the look on his face is not happy but sad.

“Why you? Not happy I gave birth?”, ketus Dwyne.

“I'm happy dear, thank you”, peeping the tops of his wife's head deep and soulful.

“Dwyne, I once said that we will face everything both and together?”.

“Ya, why?”

“Our first child Arkatama Denver Bradley is currently undergoing special treatment in the NICU room, his body is excess fluid dear”, the hoarse voice of God.

“Our second champ is already happy and not feeling any pain dear”, the chest of God is so tight tell the truth to his wife. However, Dwyne's condition is currently not recovered after surgery.

“You mean? My second son is fine right?”, Dwyne is not a stupid woman who does not understand the meaning of the words of God, Dwyne said, it's just that she wants her husband to answer things according to his wishes if their son survived both.

“Our son, he.... he, because his weight is not suitable and his vital organs are not functioning , he died in the content of Dwyne”.

“NO DEITY, you lie, you joke, evil once”, Dwyne hit the rough blanket and get off the bed, she wants to make sure what God says.

“Honey, no, baby where are you going?”.

“Looking you God, I hate you. Don't lie to me, I'll fire you from this hospital understand?”, ignoring the pain in the abdomen, Dwyne walked about to get out of the room.

Her cry broke and hugged Mama Nayla who stood in her way out.

“Mama, my son ma, why did he leave before I carried him, why did he leave when I had not seen his face, why did ma?”, crying Dwyne, vent his emotions.

“Honey, Dwyne. You should be able to take your son off to”

“No mah, this is all her fault”, point Dwyne at her husband who is standing weak. “If you come sooner God, surely my two sons can be born safe, this is all your fault God, I hate you LORD BAGAS DARKA, go now also do not meet me again”, cried Dwyne.

“Darling, don't be like this. Arkatama still needs us, he is struggling in NICU”, said the God who stretched his arms to hug Dwyne, but first pushed strongly by his wife.

“GO NOW ALSO DEWA”, snapped Dwyne.

“God better you come out first, after Dwyne improves then try to talk to him”, said Papa Rayden.

Dwyne was still crying in her mother's arms, and the infusion hose turned red due to the uncontrolled movements of Rayden Bradley's daughter.

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Next day

God fell asleep in the NICU room, all night seeing his son who was moving funny even though his body was filled with tools. He felt guilty after hearing what Dwyne said if all this was wrong for arriving late to hinder the operation process.

This morning before sunrise the God peeked into his wife's ward, Dwyne's body was embraced by Mama Nayla and Papa Rayden, according to Doctor Samantha, the wife of Dewa Bagas Darka was given a sedative. Until the early hours of the morning Dwyne still continued to cry and wanted to get out of the room even trying to remove the attached infusion.

“Sorry Dwyne, pardon me”, shrewd God. He was just as devastated as his wife, but God tried hard, Dwyne and Arkatama needed him very much.

While in the treatment room Dwyne has been awake and prepared to be assisted by Mama Nayla, after asking permission from Samantha to go out to visit the grave of her son.

“But remember the message dear mama, do not torture yourself again, because your baby one more desperately needs his mother”.

“Iya ma”, replied Dwyne, currently he is much calmer but still do not want to see the face of God.

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Dwyne, Papa Rayden, Mama Nayla, Dariel, and the Armend family come to the tomb of the little boy they are waiting for.

On the wet ground and full of flowers, Dwyne knelt withholding her tears, she felt that she was not a good mother, causing one of her twins to die.

“Im sorry mommy dear”

“Mama loves you, even if you are not on your side but your whereabouts will always be remembered. Goodbye my son, good bye Aryatama Dafa Bradley, Mama Dwyne loves you, always”.

...TBC...