I Love You's..... Elder sister

ACCIDENT

It has been a week since the video spread has passed. The video that has been spread has been taken care of by Dad. The second time Dad deleted a video that intended to destroy me ahh it was too extreme I mean making a misunderstanding of our relationship.

Fortunately, the Princess did not sue Kak Nicho to account for yesterday's incident. The cooperation that he has agreed to continues.

Today, Nicho will be reviewing his first construction in Semarang. I didn't go because I'm busy with my sewing course now.

I don't want to be the woman who raises her hand to make a living from her husband. I have to work too. Although the result is not how at least I have busy.

Of course, Sister Nicho was against me because she wanted me to help her in the office. Then he changed his mind and now he even supports me.

Suddenly my phone rang.

"Sister Nicho. What's up, huh? Tumben once he called?!"

Tiara: The new brother has also briefly missed Tiara.

Say it without saying hello first. I was a bit upset because I was serious about taking the course. I don't know if the one who's calling me right now is a nurse.

Someone: Please excuse us from Dr. Central Hospital. Kariadi. We are contacting you because the patient on behalf of Nicho Ramadhan Adiputra is in a very critical condition due to an accident

The phone I was holding fell off. I can't bear to hear any more.

"It is only then that You test our love, now what is this test, O God" My mind cried out.

I cried terjugu. Without a second thought I immediately left my course without saying goodbye.

Of course I contacted both my parents and my in-laws first. I was escorted by my personal driver. Nicho's brother forced me, he allowed me a sewing course as long as it was delivered by a private driver. How else, I can only obey.

Along the way I cried. Marriage is only a matter of days but somehow the exam alternates. Maybe everyone feels the same way before the wedding. Aral transverse, sujian alternately.

Me and Mr. Karman, my personal driver flew to Semarang. I want to see Sister Nicho soon. I love her so much. I'm really scared of losing him.

"Sister, hangin' on. Tiara is coming soon" I said, which sounded like a groaning.

One hour drive from Jakarta to Semarang. It took fifteen minutes to get to RSUP Dr. Kariadi. Time feels slow. Clockwise as if reluctant to turn. If I could turn the clock as I please, that I would not feel the pain of waiting for time.

"God please save Brother Nicho"

I did not stop praying. I'm afraid that if I don't pray for a second, God will take the life of Sister Nicho.

"Please take care of him, O God, he is a man whom Tiara loves very much"

"Propay for Non. Calm down, Non. Den Nicho must be fine" Mr. Karman tried to calm me down.

I smiled wryly.

How can I calm down if I haven't seen firsthand the condition of Nicho. I don't want to be a widow before marriage while the wedding invitations are already spread. How do I tell one by one to the person who has received the invitation if something bad happens.

Tired of crying, I finally fell asleep. That way I'm a little relieved I can for a moment not worry about Sister Nicho. Both my eyes were swollen because I was crying too much and went straight to sleep. How humiliating!

I need ice water! Inner screaming.

"Sir please hurry a little. My husband is critical, sir. I beg!" Whiney. I'm shaking the driver's seat. I could see her panicked face mixed with annoyance because I was too puffed up.

Mr. Karman is just a head bobble. Looks like he was positioning himself while driving me and I was very chatty, maybe he will be the same illfeel.

"Sir Thank you" I poured out a hundred thousand and rushed into the hospital lobby. At first glance I saw Mr. Karman nod his head hinting to the taxi driver to take his change.

"My mother's family from Nicho Ramadhan were victims of an accident about 2 hours ago"

"Oh well can you show me Mom's identity?" An IGD officer grabbed my resident's card.

"Currently Brother Nicho is having surgery due to bleeding in his brain. Miss can wait for him in the operating room on the 2nd floor huh"

The officer on guard changed the call for me probably because he saw the marital status on my identification card. I don't mind being called mom, mom, auntie as long as you don't call me grandma.

What's?! Bleeding in the brain. Suddenly my eyes met with yellow. I would have almost fallen if Mr. Karman hadn't caught me. Mr. Karman led me to sit down.

"Non, sit down first. I'm afraid that Non also fainted. I will not wait for Aden"

I nodded resignedly.

A few minutes later, I took Mr. Karman to the 2nd floor.

I asked the guard sister there. He was dressed in a white uniform with a light blue pliskat.

"Sorry Sus for the patient on behalf of Nicho Ramadhan Adiputra is it done with surgery?"

"In the process, ma'am. Please wait a minute"

If it requires surgery is not usually he needs a guardian of the patient to be consulted but how can without a guardian the operation is done? Perhaps the most important rule here is patient safety. I hope so. I threw away my negative thoughts. Isn't what you think it's what you get. I want Sister Nicho to be safe and we live happily together.

It's not just me here who's afraid of losing a loved one. The people sitting around me weren't waiting for his brother maybe, husband maybe or parents maybe, his son, his grandmother's grandfather, during the operation. They are just like me hoping their loved ones will be helped. They pin their hopes on the Doctor who is struggling to save the lives of his loved ones.

I have to be stoic. I have to be tough. Here's life. Life keeps turning. Sometimes happy and then crying. Vice versa.

"Patients of Nicho Ramadhan Adiputra"

"Yes me" I'm aghast. My daydreams are gone for a moment.

"The patient has been moved to a VIP room and is not allowed to enter before the patient is conscious"

My heart stopped beating. These tears escaped.

"Has the operation been successful?"

"Successfully Ma'am. Thanks to someone who donated his blood. It's a shame that woman is fainting now"

A lady? Whose that?