HUSBAND'S HEART

part 8 MOVING TO ICU

The four-seat long stool made of stenlis material felt cold. As cold as the waiters of IGD patients who are full of sadness and worry. So did what Ms. Fatma was feeling right now.

Not yet relieved his anxiety over the state of Inspiration reported by Arief, then found his son was vomiting blood and drooping, plus the accident just now.

There was no long conversation as usual when meeting with Mbok Sari. Ms. Fatma and Mbok Sari, both of them sat quietly without making a sound. Only the lips of both appear slightly moved, indicating both of them are preparing dzikrullah. Wishing the glory of his Lord for the healing of his son.

In times like these, man is obliged to give all things only to Allah Subhanahu wa Ta´ala. When the best work is done, trust in Allah is the ultimate goal.

Before long a gurney was seen being pushed out of the IGD room. Apparently Amar was about to be moved to the ICU room which was not far from the IGD room. Struggling Mr. Hadi came from the administration counter, running a small approach to the doctor who accompanied Amar's gurney.

"Do your best" said Mr. Hadi.

"Surely sir, we will do our best. Please pray" said the doctor.

Then Mr. Hadi returned to the IGD waiting room to meet Ms. Fatma.

"Mas Amar has been transferred to the ICU. Stay Mas Ilham who is still in the IGD," Mr. Hadi tried to invite Ms. Fatma to talk.

"Yes, Had.. Kasian Amar, he had a concussion. I'm still traumatized Ilham was in a coma, Had, almost a new month he realized," replied Ms. Fatma with intonation that sounded sad to the person who heard it.

The sound of incoming messages from the mobile phone owned by Ms. Fatma. Apparently Annisa asked Bu Fatma, because since arriving at the airport has not given any news at all until now.

Then Ms. Fatma replied to the message by calling Annisa. But just said hello and heard the greeting from his daughter, Ms. Fatma was no longer able to speak. Every time we wanted to make a sound, only a sobbing came out. Finally he handed over his phone to Pak Hadi and asked Pak Hadi to explain.

"Assalamu´alaikum Mbak Annisa, I Hadi, Mbak," said Mr. Hadi.

"Wa ´alaikum salam Pak Hadi. How about ummah, sir?"

"Alhamdulillah Mother had arrived on time safely Ma'am."

"Trus what's wrong sir? Why didn't the Ummah just talk? Something must have happened, right?" lick Annisa, because she feels something is not right.

"Yes... Ilham was vomiting blood to the point of weakness. Good thing there's Mas Amar, so it's taken straight to the IGD."

"Vomiting blood? How can? which IGD?"

"Raya Husada Ma'am."

"Good.hopefully deal with it right away."

"Yes Ma'am, but there are incidents that aggravate the situation. Accident."

"Astaghfirullah.. Now how is it?"

"Now Mas Ilham is still in the IGD room, while Mas Amar has been in the ICU has not been conscious."

"I must go home, Kasian ummah alone there. I'd like Brother Zein's permission first sir. Assalamu´alaikum."

"Good Ma'am... Wa 'alaikum hail Mbak," Mr. Hadi hung up the phone and returned the phone to Ms. Fatma.

*

While in the doctor's office. An anesthesiologist was examining the newly received files from the IGD carried by a resident.

"Ilham Adelio?" he muttered while furrowing both his eyebrows.

"Why doc?" ask the resident who sent the file.

"Well, I'll handle it. He was my patient a year ago" the doctor replied. Allegedly my best friend's inner doctor.

"Love." call the doctor when the resident wants to leave the room.

"Has Amar's patient been transferred to the ICU?"

"Had doc just."

"Please tell Willy. arrange for Ilham to be one room with Amar," said Joseph's doctor half-reigning.

"Alright doc," replied resident Sinta then passed out of the room.

After Sinta's doctor closed the door, Yusuf's doctor placed a folder containing files belonging to patient Ilham Adelio and took a map under it.

"Yuana. "cloak doctor Yusuf mentioned the name that has filled his heart, while reopening the file of a patient named Amar Nasiruddin. Read it for a while, close it and return it to the pile of files on his desk.

He leaned on the back of the hydraulic chair he was sitting on. Comb her hair with a finger and then link her fingers on her nape while looking up. His mind was brightened four years ago when he was still a resident to complete a specialist doctor education program.

His attempt to propose to Yuana had to run aground due to differences in his confidence with Yuana. His determination proposes to Yuana because he knows Yuana is not a girl who wants to date. And it was not long heard that Yuana married Amar Nasiruddin, an assistant to Yuana's father. Even so, Yuana's name was still beautifully imprinted on her heart.

*

There were shortly heard calls to the patient's family on behalf of Ilham from the IGD room. Then Ms. Fatma and Mr. Hadi entered the IGD doctor's room and were welcome to sit at the doctor's desk.

"How's my son Doc?" mama asked Fatma worriedly.

"For the dislocation of his knee has been fixed, the possibility of two-three weeks the cast can be removed, there is no serious injury. But still must be maintained during the recovery period, do not hit a heavy burden first."

Sighs for a moment, then the doctor continues his explanation.

"But hopefully my diagnosis is wrong, because it still has to go through several examinations related to the patient's condition."

Each sentence is delivered, the doctor always gives a pause, giving the patient's family an opportunity to understand the explanation given.

"Most likely to have liver cirrhosis."

"I'm sorry..: cirrhosis of the liver?" asked Mr. Hadi, because seeing Ms. Fatma just looked at the doctor's face without any expression. There is little concern about the condition of his employer.

"Liver cryrosis.liver failure..liver organ damage," replied the doctor. "Did the patient drink alcohol?" continued.

"Last-lately. And a year ago I was in a coma because of an overdose" Mr. Hadi told doctors. The look on Ms. Fatma's face slowly paled, there was sadness and worry in her mind.

"Seeing the current condition and looking at the patient's medical history.also to ensure the stability of the patient's condition, I will refer to being treated in the ICU."

"There will be several follow-up examinations to ensure that Ilham gets the best treatment."

"Well Doc. I beg you, give the best handling for my son Doc," said Ms. Fatma later, trying hard to face the condition of her beloved child.

"Can we appoint the doctor in charge of my son Doc?"

"It could be Mom. As long as it is in accordance with the condition and medical history of the patient. The doctor who works here, right?" with a smile, the doctor responded to Ms. Fatma's wishes.

"Doctor Yusuf," said Bu Fatma with certainty, "he was the one who handled Ilham last year."

Bu Fatma's wish apparently did not complicate the referral, because the person in charge of the recipient of the patient of Inspiration in the ICU was indeed Doctor Joseph. The doctor who treated Ilham in a coma from a psychotropic overdose a year ago.

"Okay then. Ilham's patient will soon be transferred to the ICU," the doctor closed the conversation.

"Nice doc."

"Alright doc," said Bu Fatma and Pak Hadi simultaneously then out of the room and passed Sinta doctor who entered the room.