I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

WAR FLAG

Ranti and I could only cry and mourn. I deeply regret this behavior that made my son and wife suffer. I was helpless in this reality. Only a cry of sorrow could I now but a continuous prayer in my heart for God to heal our daughter.

Operation door open. Two nurses pushed out of the hospital bed. A tiny figure inside the blanket looked pale with eyes closed. The infusion hose is circular on top of his fingers so small. He looks smaller with some of his chest tools exposed.

Oh Allah.... Pity, son!I cried silently pushing the stroller into the ICU room. Until his condition stabilizes, the new doctor will transfer him to the inpatient room.

Ranti also walked beside me still with tears.

"Please calm down...! Patient needs postoperative rest!" said a nurse after putting and moving the orange from the ICU bed basket stroller.

There is a kind of detection device that I do not understand the name and function attached to the orange. Not to mention the infusion hose that looks big in his tiny hands. His nose was also fitted with a breathing apparatus.

O Allah. Why would such a small child have to fight against such excruciating pain! Help him through all this with Your strength, O God! Please save my son from everything, God!

Ranti sat in the chair with her hands clutching the right fingers of Orange. His face was so shabby and pale just staring expectantly at the face of Orange.

I immediately found a doctor who handled the orange. Ask the state of the orange carefully. There are also possibilities that can occur after surgery.

The doctor explained, the condition of Orange has now improved. There is only a possibility that the wound could be torn larger if the orange revolted after the rumination of the effects of the anesthetic drugs. And because the age of the orange is still very young can make the state of the orange could be worse. It was just a negative prediction. The good news is that the orange wound is not too big and does not hit the ribs and bones. It is expected that his recovery will be faster.

I just took a breath and swallowed. My mind is so screwed up that I can't think clearly right now.

The afternoon turns into evening. Ranti and I sat quietly in front of the orange. Hope Orange soon realized and saw the two of us, her mother who loved her very much. I wanted to tell her how much I love her. He said that he was the most beautiful gift that God gave us.

I asked the doctor again about the possible timing of Orange siuman. The doctor just said it all depends on the physical and psychic of the patient himself. It is not certain when the orange was conscious.

I went out to Ranti. Look for a minimarket next to the hospital. Buy a few bottles of mineral water, a few packs of bread and fruits, as well as liquid herbal remedies to maintain health. Ranti hasn't eaten since noon. So did I. Let alone the appetite, the lust of speech I no longer have. But I also do not want our health, especially Ranti, also threatened. Ranti must remain strong and firm. He should not be sick in the middle of an uncertain orange condition.

I unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and gave the bottle to Ranti. Ranti shook her head slowly.

"Drink! You can get dehydrated. What if Orange awakens, you even limp in less fluid. Poor Orange!" Ranti according to me. He just drank a sip.

I also offered the bread I had opened. She feeds Ranti but is rejected by taking her from my hand.

"Eat, please follow me again this time. Half is okay! After that drink this! Pleaseee...!" I said in a meek tone giving a sachet of herbal medicine packaging.

"The AC this room is too cold. You can get the flu if you stay up all night without eating and drinking anything. This is for Orange, understand! I forced you, sorry...!" Ranti returned to my word. I'm so happy. Like a breath of fresh air to me, find him who still follows as he once did. Although not sweet first, but slowly I feel I can conquer it again.

We fell back silent with each other's dreams. The sound of the clock beating on the wall was so clearly heard in the middle of the silence of the night. Scroll clock in hand, 8:45 p.m. I stared at the orange that looked like a sleeping princess. The infusion fluid looks a little more almost exhausted. I rushed to the doctor's desk to tell him.

A nurse soon replaced the orange infusion fluid and also the body temperature and detection devices embedded in my little daughter's body. I could not bear to see the drooping orange weakly unconscious even though his small body was touched and examined by the nurse. I went out for a while to get some fresh air so that my clear mind flowed back into the air.

I saw a man I knew standing in front of the door of the ICU room with his eyes on the door. I approached him.

Sofyan Ali's. Walking quickly up to me with a parcel lined with his right hand.

I just breathed no answer. Why is that snotty young man here? my little heart murmured.

I just pretended to be indifferent to his words.

"Mas Sofyan, what are you doing here at night? Free, Orange is not yet available!"

"Yes, I know. What'sapp Ranti too. But I'm worried, so go home from work directly here. Ranti must be freaking out, huh!?"

Hey, kid! Don't be so cute in front of me! I knew Ranti first and understood better how to calm my ex-wife! Know what you are, the new one for a lifetime of corn knows Ranti! I'm upset about it. But trying to hold back because it's a hospital, where the sick are not where people fight.

"Would go home. Let me wait for my son! And don't call Ranti if she's here. He's resting while waiting for the orange inside."

"Yes. I just want to deliver this, Mom! Ranti definitely would not eat because it was so sad. This is Ranti and Orange's favorite brownie! I'm dropping it, mas!"

Waaah... sweet this snot boy! She thinks I can't afford my own wife a brownie cake! My ex-wife means. I was still able to buy him even ten dus, Sofyan Ali the babang tamvan! Do not mind you are now approaching with Ranti, then you look so sweet behavior to my ex-wife? Anjiiir! You're not necessarily more loyal than I am, Sofyan! I doubt you, boy!... Especially if you are still a bachelor. Have not tasted the salt acid of love *** cat. Ranti is a widow. And you haven't experienced anything! Get out of my woman's life! Compared to me, you're nothing, bro! You deserve to be a storefront sweetener at a clothing store. Can't say mighty man yet!

I struggled with my own heart. Cursed and berated Sofyan Ali because of the heat exposed to the sparks of jealousy. Hhh..... I want to disappear at a time like this. Shame on myself who became like a 5-year-old boy who was so selfish and did not like when other children liked my toys. In fact, I am a mature 42-year-old. Aisssssh...! Maluku is increasing to mention my age.

Sofyan Ali shook my hand warmly. Beworthy me after handing over the package of her innate brownie cake box.

Yes... Go there! I don't need your services at all. I'll take care of Ranti even better. You don't have to worry about my Rant! I understand better than you, snot boy!

My heart blackened from the burning of jealousy that blazed over. I don't want my heart to be broken into dust.

For that, I was determined to raise the war flag to the young man. I want to fight one on one, to regain Ranti's heart and love. Ranti cannot belong to anyone else, including Sofyan Ali. I'm ready to fight desperately for Ranti.

As I remember my love for Ranti wasn't this big. Because when I was young, Ranti and I were both employees at the franchise restaurant where I worked. We became friends because of the same schedule. Talk to each other and exchange thoughts. From one conversation to another made me feel comfortable chatting with Ranti. Until Ranti often brought more provisions to share with me. I was fascinated by Ranti's good personality and indiscriminately picky friends. We are getting more intense together. I was more and more open about my life and he looked amazed by the story of my life that was actually sad. Ranti was more respectful and gave me more attention. Gave me any encouragement and advice to make me stronger. Until one day he cried telling me that his extended family often urged him to get married because he was past 25 years, even though he did not have a girlfriend at all. In his extended family, he was almost entirely married young.

I comforted her by saying I was older and almost considered a weathered bachelor because my age of 32 had never felt the name of a real courtship.

I then joked how about we go out. To live a closer relationship to shut the mouth of his cousins who often nag him and scare him into a spinster.

Ranti agreed. We agreed to date and get to know each other more closely. After that I also got the opportunity to receive a scholarship to continue my S2 studies from the office with Rosa. Two years finally I won the master's degree and ventured to propose to Ranti even though she did not have anything.

Ranti accepted me with her sincerity and kind nature. I was more dominant and he was just my follower. I'm the strict and strict head of the family. In order to achieve our goal of having an even better life, I set Ranti strictly. Educate him in military education. Even as I remember during our marriage, Ranti never had complete makeup tools like other women. In addition to having to be more concerned with buying more useful, also our finances are much channeled to pay installments for homes, motorcycles to cars. The point is that Ranti only uses facial moisturizers and that is also used once, powder and lipstick only. In addition, Ranti was only able to buy it after I rose to the position of supervisor who sometimes invited her to accompany me at the office's great events. That is my Rant, which is submissive and full of simplicity.

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