Honey Semanis Tubes
START TOWARDS THE CROSSING
Kinanti stands in the lobby of the entrance of the Palembang Sport Convention Center building, where the Celine Dion music concert will begin in one hour. She looks more beautiful with a gray knee-length dress accented pleated on the chest.
People have started coming since. Some were seen walking alone, in pairs, and also laughing boisterously in a group. He occasionally jintajt to ensure the arrival of Surya. The parking area is almost full of visitors.
Kinanti did not come with her husband. He came first after coming home from the office. He dropped the phone in a bag, then tapped on the screen and contacted Surya.
Time shows five o'clock in the afternoon. The atmosphere of the hospital was a bit quiet. Two pediatric patients in the ICU room caught Surya's attention today. After handing over the duties to the resident doctor, he vehemently stepped towards the lobby. He glanced at the time marker on his left wrist. Remaining an hour before the concert began, there was still enough time to change clothes as the phone in his snelli pocket vibrated. His wife's name was on the flat screen.
“Ya, Honey?”
“Mas where?”
“This is in the hospital lobby, half an hour until there.”
“Ok. Kinan is on the left side of the entrance, yes. Pake dress black.”
Not yet finished their conversation, a doctor ran panting towards Surya.
“Dok! Doctor Surya! Doctor Surya! Critical patient condition of Masayu!” scream The Resident Doctor from a distance.
After his position close to Surya, the doctor gasped for breath while holding his knees. His efforts to run after Surya were not in vain.
“Why with Masayu?” Surya turned to face the Resident Doctor. His steps came to a halt just as the lobby glass door opened.
“There was Endema Park when the boy was wearing ECMO, Doc. We did intubation, but her heart rate just weakened.” The Resident Doctor explained the state of the patient in panic.
“Didn't it be a few hours ago that it was fine?” Surya half-run towards the ICU room.
The phone conversation between Surya and Kinanti is still connected so that the woman can hear the husband's conversation with his colleague. Looks like, the woman knows where the end of the night will be.
Surya was also aware of the phone connection that is still on.
“Honey, once again sorry, yes. You can't watch it. Honey could be horrified, ‘kan? A patient in critical condition.” Surya sighs.
Surya hesitated if the woman was not disappointed in him. Just now he was about to knit a desperate braid that had stretched, but the busyness again made distance.
“Okay. No papa, Mas. Kinan hang up, yeah. Bye!”
The connection was cut off before Surya could say. Although in his mind, Kinanti was disappointed, but tonight the priority was patient safety. Surya put aside Kinanti's feelings and started running towards the patient's room earlier.
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Kinanti sighed in frustration after receiving Surya's phone. He leaned his back against the lobby wall. He rubbed his face, not because he wanted to cry, just to spill his disappointment.
Kinanti's body slumped, crouching on the floor with her face bowed lethargic. Two VIP tickets in the left hand. He no longer wanted to watch a concert even though it was very interesting.
As he stood up, a hand went to him. Kinanti looked up, surprised by the towering figure of Aksar before her. Wearing sunglasses with matching color overcoats, the man looks handsome and domineering.
For a moment Kinanti gasped so unable to speak. His heart seemed to pause for a moment, then it beat twice as fast. He stood up without taking his eyes off Aksar.
“You want to watch with me? I got two VVIP tickets from sponsors. Dear if wasted.” Aksar offered without any intention of bragging.
Kinanti thought for a moment and was about to say. However, Aksar immediately continued his words.
“Kinan, I beg you, do not reject me this time,” Aksar said in a rather hoarse voice.
Seeing that, Kinanti became a little pity. “Okay, Mas. Just for this time, yes, anyways I go to the redwoods if you think Celine Dion who has been fighting for Indo, but not watched as I.” He joked to melt the annoyance that had ruled the mind.
Aksar stared and laughed at the reason the woman had spoken. She was hesitant to attend Celine Dion's concert. However, knowing that Kinanti would also be present there, he was eager to prepare himself.
Initially Aksar was quite satisfied if the concert later only looked at Kinanti from a distance. But God said something else. Aksar admitted, lately God loves him very much.
Not long after, they entered through a special door VVIP guests. Kinanti swept the view to all corners of the area. He looked down at the seat, hundreds of people were already standing near the stage. Although between the stage and their seats were separated by the festival class, he was very satisfied to see Celine Dion's figure from this close distance.
Throughout the concert, many times he and Aksar sang songs following the artist. Several times Kinanti found the man stealing glances at her.
They both dissolve in conversations that increasingly show similar interests.
Kinanti likes seafood, so does Aksar. Kinanti likes to watch dramas, again Aksar was the same. Unlike Surya who is too serious, Aksar actually becomes a pleasant interlocutor. Aksar loved art, and so did he. The conversation continues to flow between them. They discussed the painting, Mexican painter Frida Kahlo, to the tragedy of how the end of an Andy Warhol died.
The sparkler in Kinanti's eyes sparkled. There was a flower blooming in his heart. This time, however, it was not for Surya.
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