Gus ROKHIM, The Wound Cover
CHAPTER 123
The test is what Himma will get, why he is so unsettled when Gus Rokhim will only go home to take some of his needs during his time in the hospital.But it feels so heavy himma to let go of the husband.
" Athaghfirullah, Achaghfirullah, Azaghfirullah." Many times Himma is thinking of Allah
It has been more than two hours but why did Gus Rokhim never come.Padahat if the journey smoothly round and forth from home to the hospital is not more than an hour.
" O God, where is my husband...?" Ask Himma to herself.
Right now, her son is fussy.
Himma paced back and forth while holding her baby in a rag, while her one hand shifted the right and left infusion pole.
" Sus can ask for help to contact my husband with my HP on the nightstand..!" Himma asked a nurse for help who came to bring food for the patient.
Fortunately yesterday his HP was brought by Gus Rokhim.
It has been more than five times that the nurse called the Number Gus Rokhim who was named "My husband " By Himma.
But the call was not also lifted, actually where Gus Rokhim this.Himma increasingly restless not because.Himma was already glazed, between anxiety, worry, fear and annoyance.
" I'm sorry buk wasn't picked up..!" Finally the nurse put the phone Himma back on the nightstand.
" Sus, could you please take care of my child ...?"
Sorry I'm going out for a second...!" Out of concern, Himma finally entrusted Baby Akmal to the nurse.
" Oh yes, ma'am, let me take care of you." The nurse also wanted to keep Baby Akmal who had calmed down and fell asleep again.
Himma rushed out not forgetting she grabbed her bag and cell phone on the nightstand.
Himma ran out of the hospital.
He will seek the whereabouts of Gus Rokhim.
What is it with her husband.
Himma's goal is to go home.By using Himma's taxi to reach the yard.
When out of the taxi Himma did not see the car Gus Rokhim parked in the garage.While the door of the house seemed locked.That sign Gus Rokhim was not at home.
"Did I go to the hospital...?" Inner Himma.
" Sir, please take me back...?" pinta himma to the taxi driver
" Where exactly are you...?" ask Himma.Want she was crying for fear of something happening with her husband.
" Was he in an accident when he was coming home earlier...?"
" No...!"
" Must be some business, but what...?"
Himma was arguing with herself, taking into account what was really going on, where was her husband.
BRTC...BRTC...
Himma's phone vibrated
" Who is this ...?"
" Mom, I'm sorry mother's son is critical..!" a voice squealing across there.
It turns out that the one who called Himma was the nurse she asked to help look after her son.
" Sus please tell the doctor to do the best for my son.I'll be there soon !" Himma no longer cared where Gus Rokhim was.
" O Allah what happened, Protect my son and husband O Allah.Hamba please.!" Himma prayed with trembling lips.
Himma was crying in the taxi.
" Sir turn around sir, we're going to Medika hospital sir.Please hurry up sir ."
Chaos is what Himma feels today.When his son is critical, his husband does not even know where the limb is.
Although Kalut himma must be strong, because he is alone.
Himma ran towards her son's treatment room, no matter how many times she had to get swearing from people she accidentally hit.
" Sus what happened to my son...?" With a sigh of relief, Himma approached the nurse sitting in front of her child's care room.
" Anu Bu i. That was the mother's son bleeding from his nose then his breath tight and he was very weak." The nurse told Himma very nervously.
" O God..." Himma's body felt weak.
