HUSBAND'S HEART

part 31 OPENING THE WOUND

Three weeks of liver transplant surgery performed by Ilham. Still in the hospital room, with improved physical condition.

The pale color that has dominated his face for some time, has now changed into a bright hue, especially after sunbathing in the morning. His cheeks that were originally thin, now began to contain a little.

Her jaw was also seamlessly groomed, painstakingly Ms. Fatma helped shave it once every two days. Hair that has not been cut, forced to be tied half the top to form a man bun bond. Because Fatma's mom doesn't like her kids the most messy looks.

"Why look like Takeshi Kaneshiro like this. uh no. This is Antonio Banderas deh kayaknya," always Fatma when successfully complete the hair bond Ilham.

His intention was to tempt his son to want to sound a little stuff. Because all this time Ilham only spent time to sleep alone, the symptoms of somnolence or hypersomnia that he suffered lately have not disappeared. Even if it can be awakened, what is done is just silence and daydreaming. There was no draw on his face aura.

"The two look a lot like them!" suddenly Ilham made a sound with a slanted smile.

Shining, Fatma could hear the voice of Inspiration again. Like seeing a ray of sunshine in the rainy season and a drop of dew in the dry season.

Remembering he will discuss with doctor Luailik, Sp.KJ the other day that if Ilham can be invited to communicate then psychotherapy can be started. Because to do psychotherapy there must be a commitment from the sufferer, so that the process to be undertaken does not become useless.

For a moment Fatma was confused how to respond to the backsliding of the Inspiration. Among the happy finally Ilham began there was a confused response how to convey the matter of psychotherapy without having to make his son offended.

"Ummah... Inspiration can go to Gus Tiar's place?" pinta Ilham after catching a twinkle in his mother's eyes.

Gus Tiar is a famous call for ustadz Bahtiar Hamzah, ustadz who set up mental rehabilitation lodges for people with psychiatric disorders and drug addicts in nearby districts.

"Ilham sure you want to go there? Why?" tanya Fatma just make sure the wishes of her child.

"Pardon the Inspiration, Ummah. Inspiration wants to calm down first... Ilham wanted to get away from the omben," he said while lowering his head. The regret and shame of the mother dominated his mind.

"We consul to the doctor first yes," Fatma was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, without fear of mispronunciation which resulted in Ilham offended, even Ilham himself who asked to undergo therapy for himself.

Yesterday Fatma had applied for outpatient treatment for her son, but Joseph's doctor and other team of doctors did not allow the cause of the main cause of the disease experienced by Ilham had not been resolved properly, namely psychological disorders due to heartbreak for the failure of his marriage first.

So the main problem of Ilham turned out not only cirrhosis of the liver that he suffered, but the mental disorder he experienced.

After the physical recovery after liver transplant surgery showed significant results, in this week Ilham underwent a psychiatric medical examination involving people close to Ilham.

Doctors' diagnoses showed that Ilham had depression, more precisely major depressive disorder (major depressive disorder/MDD). Seeing from the symptoms experienced by Ilham, among others, weight loss drastically, experiencing somnolence, namely continuous sleep, difficulty concentrating, feeling guilty and useless and losing interest in things you like.

Coupled with cases of psychotropic overdose to coma that he experienced first then excessive alcohol consumption lately. Although actually Ilham is not a drug user or drinker.

The case of psychotropic overdose that he experienced shortly before the wedding he himself did not know. Because when waiting for the penghulu came, he only drank orange juice given by his future wife, after which he felt very sleepy and when he realized he had been in the ICU room a month later.

After leaving the ICU, he spent his time focusing on the company and always went home late at night. Because every time he was at home and saw the dream garden which was only visible from the balcony of his room, making his heart feel very beautiful.

A flower garden with a modern landscape that he built to meet the demand of Cathrine, the woman he was so eager for, as a wedding gift. But instead of giving it to his wife, traces of the beautiful woman was lost almost untouched, even by the police who investigated her overdose.

In his heart he wanted to be able to immediately find his future wife and prove that his future wife was a victim as well as he was with her.

But he found deep disappointment when he drove his mother to Singapore to accompany Annisa to give birth to her second child.

At that time he was sitting on the rooftop of one of the restaurants in Changi waiting for the arrival of Zein, his sister-in-law. They agreed to meet together for coffee. While waiting, he tried to enjoy the view of the city.

When the pre-ordered drink came, he felt a vibration coming from the mobile phone in his pocket. From the notification bar he knew Zein was sending a message a little late because there was a new item coming in at his outlet. Putting it back in my pocket when I heard two women laughing and then sitting at the table behind him.

Then the two women spoke in a language very foreign to the ear of Inspiration. Interspersed one of the women translated their conversation in English, essentially the other woman was happy at the news of her marriage and adored their togetherness for three years.

About how loyal and struggle they both during the three-year engagement and finally get married.

Apparently there was a man sitting together with a woman who was sitting right behind him. They have recently married and honeymooned in several countries. And Singapore is the third country of their visit, there are still three more countries that will be their honeymoon destination.

It is not the content of the conversation that makes Ilham stunned, but the crisp but melodious voice of the woman who translated in English earlier. Such a voice implies happiness and pride.

Very familiar. Cathrine.

My heart was about to stand up and hold her tightly, not to let go until she brought her home. But the conversation about the engagement and the wedding as well as the honeymoon tour series, was quite enough as a reason he held back.

He wore sunglasses that he put on the table earlier, covered his head with a hoodie hanging behind his neck, then slightly shifted his body.

Pretending to take a selfie in several angles, taking a viewpoint that could capture the existence of two people behind it. Then check the results in the gallery of the phone.

Plash...

As if standing on a reef by the beach, then a big wave hit his chest. Staggered and then crashed.

Instead of going to the exit, he went into a room that was quite spacious. Room with a vintage interior with several tables surrounded by four to six seats without wooden-based armrests. Then a long bar table was at the end of the room with several red and black barstools criss-crossing.

"Give me your best shots," he said as he closed his eyes to a bartender in front of him. He doesn't know what he ordered. He only imitated his friends first, when he hangs out on weekends during college, where he always orders soda or mineral water only.

Not for two minutes, the bartender thrust a small glass of about four to five gulps in front of him. A slightly yellow-brown-gold liquid filled the contents of the glass. Fragrant...perfumed.a little sweetness and a little orange aroma.

Little by little he tasted the taste, and sure enough, five gulps were already empty. But he was still curious about the taste he had just encountered.

"Give me one more, please!" he said, pointing out the empty glass. After the second glass, he became more curious. The feeling of tightness due to the impact of the waves had gradually faded into light and warm.

"Give me one more, please!" the more he drank, the more curious he became.

"Give me more." This was the sixth request after he had spent five glasses of the same drink. He smiled broadly as he looked at the sister-in-law he was waiting for coming closer.

Why did the face of Zein who usually always looks cool suddenly become so dull and blurry? But I'm happy, I don't have a little opaque brother-in-law...

With a laugh he invited Zein to have fun, "let's go sing and rock!"

Don't know what happened next, which is clear at this time his head feels very heavy and painful. Still remembered clearly the distinctive floral aroma of the pillow he used to sleep, the hotel pillow he occupied during a visit to Singapore first. But somehow suddenly the aroma of the flower changed into a typical carbolic aroma of the hospital.

Soon he opened his eyes, his mother's gentle smile welcoming him. A gentle swipe down the back of his head, "Ilham why? Are you sleepy again? Rest first... later in the afternoon we see doctor Luailik huh?"

"Ummah.pardon me," lamented Inspiration recalling the events he experienced, remembering that he had wasted so long, given how disappointing he was.

"Ssssst. What is important is that this ummah child is now willing to rise up and start all over again. Prove that the late Abah was not wrong to have hoped for Inspiration, okay?!"

"Ilham longs for Abah, Ummah," Inspiration closed his eyes as he lifted them to hold back the tears of regret.

At once Fatma came closer and hugged Ilham tightly. He realized that he had never mentioned Abah Haikal to Ilham. In view of the last relationship Ilham and Abah Haikal are each in an emotional state. Inspiration that felt his life was too regulated by Abah.

That night, two days after Ilham's return from studying abroad, Ilham asked for permission to tell her she would marry Cathrine tomorrow at a hotel.

Abah Haikal who was surprised by the sudden news certainly did not agree. In addition to being too sudden, also do not know with whom Ilham will marry. Who are his parents, how is his religion and his morality.

"From childhood Inspiration always follows Abah. Please this time let Ilham choose his own companion. This is the inspiration that goes through... NOT ABAH!" ilham protested before he finally left the house after slamming the door. His wits have been blinded by his name falling in love for the first time.

Abah, who had a history of arrhythmia, a heart rhythm disorder, saw Ilham refute for the first time, suddenly felt intense pain in his left chest, then shortness of breath and finally fainted.

Grace who had just come down from the top floor was surprised to see her brother drooping on the sofa while the ummah was crying beside her.

"Take me to the hospital!" exclaimed Fatma as soon as she saw Grace descending.

After getting the right treatment in the hospital, finally the condition of Haikal slowly began to improve again. Grace and Fatma sat in the waiting room to give Haikal a chance to rest.

"Rahmat.. tomorrow at ten, Ilham will be married at the hotel. Please..prevent! It seems she is not a good woman. Don't let Inspiration fall too far."

The next day, with the help of Arief, Rahmat was finally able to find a hotel where Ilham would do the wedding. Fortunately Arief was very familiar with Yongky, the general manager of the hotel so that he could ask for the room number booked by Ilham.

There are three rooms with sequential numbers and a meeting room that is decorated into a marriage contract room, booked on behalf of Ilham. But after being visited it turns out that the first two rooms have been empty.

And when they opened the door of the third room, they found Inspiration. By ourselves. Sleep soundly wearing a tuxedo complete with shoes. Something is strange.

Slowly Grace came to Inspiration. "ILHAAAAM...!!" he cried so knowing the true condition of Inspiration.

Eyes closed tightly, jaw hardened but mouth slightly open with a little foam at the end.

Yongky who escorted Rahmat and Arief immediately combed around the room in the room, but found no trace of anything that could be suspected as the cause of the current state of Inspiration. Early allegations of poisoning. There was no food or drink in this room. Clean.

"Still alive... Inspiration is alive!" arief exclaimed after checking the pulse on Ilham's wrist.

Spontan Yongky contacted one of his staff using a sip-dect phone available on the nightstand, to prepare an ambulance. Fortunately, the hotel has an ambulance as one of its facilities.

After Ilham was evacuated, Yongki immediately locked the room and contacted the authorities to investigate the case.

Fortunately, Inspiration can be helped on time, just a few minutes late, the possibility of him is gone. From the results of a thorough examination of vital signs and physical, it was stated that Ilham was not experiencing food or drink poisoning, but a psychotropic overdose.

Psychotropic substances enter through drinks and injections that are found several points in the arms and calves. And it cannot be done by himself, but it is done forcibly or unconsciously by Inspiration in the sense of being made unconscious first. So barbaric. And Inspiration did not know this at all until this very moment.

With tears in her eyes, Fatma tightened her embrace. It is time for him to open the old wounds, it is time for Inspiration to know what really happened to him at that time.