CURTAINS OF THE PAST

CURTAINS OF THE PAST
SEVERE HEAD TRAUMA



You will only regret something if you take action without thinking first. Plus the results you get from your reckless actions, it's something bad for you and even for


people around you…


After an entire night of waiting and hoping to listen to something, that would only state that Antoninya was fine by then.


Iffah was still in disbelief after hearing the doctor's statement regarding Toni's condition.


The patient suffered severe head trauma. From the description of someone who brought patients to this Hospital, the patient experienced a very powerful impact on the head. From the Glasgow Coma scale


(GCS), the value of the scale of the severity of the patient's head injury is in the number three indicating that the patient is in a coma.


And the Hospital can not determine when the patient will regain consciousness as before. Therefore, patients must undergo intensive treatment at the Hospital to reduce the risk of complications. After the initial treatment received by the patient, the patient will be observed that the patient will be transferred to the ICU room. Where medical personnel will conduct a scale examination of the patient as long as the patient has not returned to consciousness. And for the patient's family, it is expected to be patient. Because, as long as the patient is in the ICU room, the family cannot visit the patient for twenty-four full hours.


“This is all my fault..” Sesal Iffah after many times since night, when he heard about the state of Toni who had an accident. Iffah kept crying all the time in the hallway of the Hospital where Toni was being treated. His face was getting more and more moist at that moment.


Ghali only watched his brother from a distance. The incident last afternoon made Ghali not dare to approach Ifah.


I don't know, he also felt devastated and did not believe the thing that befell his sister-in-law at that time. But one thing he knows. The shadow of Toni who eavesdropped on his conversation with Iffah last afternoon, as the cause of Toni's condition lying in a coma there. It was Ghali who squeezed his chest after hearing a painful statement from Iffah. He was so unbearable at the time, but also unable to stop the speech that came out like water flowing from the mouth of Iffah filled with emotion.


And on the other hand, Kemil looks with Ramdani and their papa has been there since dawn. They themselves do not know what to do other than surrender. While Bobi who is usually stronger, also can not afford


withstanding his sadness seeing Toni who can no longer be said by any name, other than as his biological son at that time.


His hand tightly grasped the hand of his wife who was so weak from last night.


They only care about their feelings. Because they were all equally fragile back then.


“Iffah..” Call Bobi after a deep breath of air and throw it back slowly. He tried to come back alive, after a while feeling dead in grief.


Iffah did not turn his head, he continued as he pleased while sitting in front of the door of Antoninya's room lying weakly unconscious.


“Iffah...” Bobi then approached and brought Iffah up from there. Bobi took her to sit next to Chellin in the waiting chair of the Hospital.


Chellin grabbed both hands of Iffah and tried to look into her daughter-in-law's swollen eyes from crying all night.


“Do you love her?” Chellin asked in a blaring voice. His glaring eyes looked at the eyes of Iffah who was still lowered and did not dare to return Chellin's gaze to him.


“Offah?” Chellin is back.


“Pardon Iffah, Ma. It's all Iffah's fault, Iffah can't keep Antoni and his guess. Wrong Iffah.” His meaning to himself behind his sobs.


“Toni is not a typical guy who gives up easily, son. Mama knows that. Because he also saw your love hidden behind your eyes for him, so Toni just kept on holding on and keeping you. He also


Toni also told Mama, you are a woman who always took the opportunity in Dhuha time to meet Him. Go, Honey. Take a bath at the bottom of the house first, then pray, and ask Toni we come back to us again, Nak” Chellin tried to convince Iffah behind the pain emanating from her tears that flowed profusely at that time. He stared softly at his daughter-in-law who looked tired and felt guilty.


“But, Ma..”


“Go Iffah... How will Toni regain consciousness if you fall ill later?. We have to take turns, and right now you look the most tired. Our family from the village is also here for Toni, Nak” Cut Bobi fast when Iffah is back about to protest.


“Iya dear... Toni we will be fine.” Refer Chellin again. His voice so bitterly conveyed a hope that he himself never knew the reality.


Iffah turned his gaze heavily to Ghali who had just remained silent on his back. He knew that even his sister had not wanted to talk to him since yesterday afternoon.


But he was wrong, Ghali is still his brother who is so loving and worried about him. Ghali returned Iffah's gaze wryly. He immediately stood up from his seat to welcome the arrival of his brother who would hug and complain all the suffering of his brother to him.


Iffah slowly got up and walked toward Ghali who was always ready and there for him.


“Ghali... Brother is also human right, Dek?” Iffah asked with tears flowing down her cheeks.


Ghali.


“What are sister's words so hurt you?” Ask again.


“Slightly..” Sahut Ghali by practicing his ways.


“Is there still an apology for your stupid brother?” Ask Iffah again expectantly.


“Slightly..” Ghali tried to smile, and then spread his hands in front of Iffah. Iffah returned Ghali's smile, and hid his face in his sister's chest.


Ghali clutched Iffah so tightly, that Iffah's tears broke again given Toni's situation at the time.  “If it wasn't for you, Deck. Maybe you won't be able to get through this. Brother please, never get angry because of his caliph brother.” He said on the sidelines of his crying.


“Sister, sister's life still means a lot to us. Especially for my sister-in-law.” Whisper in Iffah's ear.


After Iffah felt a little calm, then they decided to go home first.


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