I'M Sorry To Hurt You [Last]

FORTY-FIVE

In this life there are two things that we cannot avoid and we predict. Death and birth. We can plan. But it is the Owner of the Universe who has the right to determine it.

Same with what I am experiencing right now. My wife's doctor's prediction is to give birth in two days. But until the third day that my wife predicted there was no sign of giving birth. Purnama and I agreed to give birth normally. According to the doctor my wife's condition is fine. There's nothing to worry about.

So yes, we waited patiently until the baby wanted to see the world on its own. Even though either I, Purnama or the family can not wait for the arrival of our little angel to the world. But back again with God's will. Her name also gave birth to normal. It cannot be determined when to give birth.

And here I am. In the hospital. Nope. I'm not waiting for my wife because I told you my wife would give birth normally. But now I wait for my brother-in-law to be operated on. We were in the rest room while the patient. Edgar is here waiting for his scheduled operation. In half an hour he will be taken to the operating room. And three days ago Edgar agreed to the surgery when I wanted to find him. I don't know what motivated him to perform the surgery. Until this moment I don't know.

I nodded nervously. My heart is beating fast. My hands are cold. My eyes moved the white room with accompanying medical devices; the infusion hose, oxygen tube, defibrillator and others, and the smell of drugs were so pungent. Spreading in the air pierced the sense of smell. This familiar feeling reappeared. As long as I was in Beijing, in the hospital, things related to pain kept looming over me, accompanying my footsteps in this place. Honestly, being in contact with the hospital all too often, traumatized me a bit.

I stared at Edgar's pale face. Lying weakly on the bed. Surrounded by people who love him. Full Moon, Mommy, Daddy, and Randy. They are relentless continue to provide support in the form of encouragement for him to be strong through surgery. Do not forget to be accompanied by strands do’a so that the operation runs smoothly until it is completed.

“Elias, come. Do not stand on the doorstep. Know you? You're like a grim reaper who's gonna pick me up soon.” Edgar put on a smile that I thought was beautiful. He joked in the middle of waiting for his operating schedule. But his sense of humor was so frightening to those who heard it-including me who shuddered in horror. My hair immediately brushed.

I took a short breath, just now I was from the administration room, finishing everything that concerned the cost of Edgar's operation. I don't want the slightest thing to hinder Edgar's operation. Just because it was a little late to pay, Edgar's operation was postponed. I don't want that to happen. I don't want to make a fatal mistake that ends up falling into the abyss of deep regret.  I don't want any more regrets coming my way.

I put on a stiff smile. Sitting on the side of the bed next to my wife. While Randy, Mommy and Daddy, I look at them sitting on the couch. Their faces revealed a look of anxiety, a sense of uneasiness and uneasiness dominating the current troubled heart. Not much different from me and Purnama, just like they are natural. Even my heart kept beating as long as I received word; that my sister-in-law could carry out the operation this afternoon.

“Elias, thank you for everything. You're the best sister-in-law in the world in my opinion. You are very reliable in any case. Thank you very much, Elias. Really, El. I can't imagine if my sister-in-law wasn't you. Surely the story will be another.” Edgar clasped my hand tightly. The tone of his voice was increasingly not heard clearly, immersed in the rhythm of breathing that began to be irregular. Nervous?

“Not to thank you, Ed. All of that is perfectly natural. I'm helping you because you're my sister-in-law. No. gabe. More than brother-in-law. I've considered you like my own brother.” I smiled faintly giving strength to him. Returning back to his weak grasp.

“Don't worry about anything else, Ed. Everything will be fine,” I continued in a raucous voice. He put his hand in my hand.

“Elias ... come here, get closer ..” Edgar gestured through his other hand so I could bend my body. I'll do as soon as I ask. Humbling my body. Closer my ears to his mouth.

“Elias, if this operation did not work properly .. One thing I ask of you, always take care of my sister, Purnama. Keep loving. Give him love throughout his life. Ayomi she's every moment. Never hurt her heart. Never let her down again.”

The time that kept revolving around me seemed to stop rolling. The air currents in this crowded room seemed to stop flowing. My body became stiff. My ears were ringing when I heard the strand of that stifling sentence. Word by word slid from the crack of Edgar's dry lips. Samar I heard sobs of sadness accompanying my eardrums, my wife crying bitterly on my shoulders. He also heard the words of his only dear brother.

Edgar turned to look at Purnama. “Purnama, do not cry .. always remember the message Brother. Don't take revenge on anyone, if only Brother No-” Edgar's words were interrupted when some nurse came in. Immediately take Edgar to the operating room

　

　

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I faintly sighed. I closed the operating room tightly closed. Fifteen minutes ago Edgar was in there. One minute for me feels like a long time. My heart was beating fast. I couldn't calm down until Edgar came out of the operating room and was healthy again.

And so did my wife. He's leaning on my shoulder. I was embracing the body of the fill. My right hand kept stroking her distended stomach. I occasionally sneak a kiss on his forehead. Give tranquility.

On my left is Mommy who accompanies me. While Daddy and Randy were just telling me to go home to rest. Poor them both, from last night to stay up with me waiting for Edgar. At first Purnama I told him to rest in the hospital room while waiting for his birth. But he won't. He said he wanted to wait for Edgar with me.

The ringing of a cell phone in my wife's bag interrupted our silence. The full moon kept her head off my shoulder. Ripping bag.

“Who's phone, Darling?” aska I want to know. It turned out that the ringing came from Edgar's phone.

My wife shrugged her shoulders. “Do not know. From earlier brother Edgar's phone kept ringing.”

“Why not lift, dear? Who knows it's important,” I said as I stroked her distended stomach.

“Try me.”

Purnama thrust Edgar's phone that didn't ring to me anymore. I saw the number who knows I know. Apparently I don't know. I pucker up looking at the call history on this number. I've called hundreds of times. Is it really important? Edgar's phone is ringing. This time I picked up the call.

“Halo? Who is this with?” i directly said.

It was silent after I lifted it.

“Halo?” say again. If I don't answer, I decide to turn it off. There was a voice across the phone. Female voice.

“I-this is Mas Edgar's number right?” the woman's voice said nervously. But I still heard her voice so soft. Just as soft as my wife's voice.

“Yes. This is the number,” reply me by deciding to be honest.

“Can I talk to Mas Edgar?” ask again.

“Edgarnya is having important business. Can't talk now,” I replied.

“Please, can I talk to him. I know he's sick. That's why I want to talk to him. Oh yeah, just tell him I'm Ara.”

I take a short breath. So the woman's nickname is Ara. What's he got to do with Edgar. From his voice, it was clear he was eager to talk to Edgar. Once again I decided to speak honestly with this woman. “Actually Edgar is currently in operation.”

“Yes, Allah. Which hospital? Can you tell me?”

　

　

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I stared at the woman who was sitting opposite us. The woman's name is Zahratul Hafshah. I guess it's about the same age as me. One year under Edgar. Muslim woman. Hooded. Dress very politely. Very sweet. No less charming than my wife. No. gabe. No. gabe. No. gabe. In my eyes, after all, it is the sweetest, most beautiful unrivaled in the world. Hehe. Let's just say I'm a bitch to my wife. And maybe in the eyes of Edgar, this woman was no less enchanting.

I don't know, I don't know what Edgar has to do with it. I also don't know who this woman is. All I know is her full name when she introduced her to us an hour ago. That's all I know. I dare not extract any information from him in this state of turmoil.

The one thing I caught from my meeting with this woman. Could it have something to do with Edgar suddenly wanting surgery?

I saw the expression on this woman's face was also very anxious. I watched more closely than his face that looked down, faintly he sobbed. She cried?

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