Let Me Choose

The rope concluded

tock tock...

"Doctor please open the door! some emergency department needs immediate help!" a heavy male voice awakens the daydream of Dr. Prabu who has just returned from the barracks to the roving barracks and has just taken a break writing an e-mail about his feelings for his beloved wife Retno.

Dr. Prabu opened the door in a hurry and put on his flip-flops.

"What's wrong? what's the eruption again?"

"Not the doctor, there was a woman volunteer delivering a cake to the barracks here falling from the motor and bleeding blood."

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, where is he?"

"It's still on the swarm in front, we can't take any action only the doctor can handle it."

"Let's see!"

Dr. Prabu, wearing only a sultry deep shirt, approached the crowd while carrying a stethoscope to check his heartbeat and detect other signs of life.

Everyone stepped aside to give way and space to Dr. Prabu to be able to check it out.

"It looks like he passed out the doctor."

"Please take it inside the barracks let me check first."

Dr Prabu examined the woman, still breathing only a little weak. This should be immediately rushed to the nearest hospital because for more serious treatment because there is bleeding and it is not yet feared that this woman has internal injuries.

His pulse and heart were still there, only drooping limp with regular breathing.

Finally the woman was boponged into the Ambulance car with blood still dripping, from behind her long skirt.

Because the driver of the ambulance again was not there anywhere, maybe because this time of rest was forced by Dr. Prabu himself who brought an ambulance to the hospital that was not too far from the evacuation.

Direct entry to the ER to be handled directly, Dr. Prabu introduced himself if he was also a doctor who volunteered at the refugee camp.

After the patient entered the ER room dr Prabu met a father who met him in his room.

"Sir, is there a woman's identity?"

"I don't know my doctor just saw it up close, sir, if the woman brings a place of small cakes like hassles is indeed in the bonceng of someone so fitting down he fell and fell down because sitting on the sideways bonbar with many luggage. Didn't know that there was a bag at the scene was not I didn't see because I panicked to see him immediately bleed and faint."

"Now you go to the barracks again, I'm waiting for its development here, find out the identity or belongings of the woman, also who was carrying a motorbike to carry her here, is he a citizen here, is he a volunteer, too."

"Good doctor."

The father had left with his friend on a motorbike following him from the back of an ambulance with several people.

After a few minutes came a group of mothers, gentlemen, father, also mothers carrying young children their SD and Kindergarten age gathered in front of the ER room and someone sought information on the health workers who were there.

Dr. Prabu approached a mother who looked so anxious.

"Is this mother a relative or a family member of the victim who fell off the motorcycle?"

"Yes, how is he sir?"

"I don't know, because I brought him here in a fainting and bloody state but now it's been dealt with in the ER, how we're waiting for the results together."

"Astaghfirullahaladzim Neng, why should we bring it ourselves? there are many others who can help." The mother seemed to regret the actions of the woman who wanted to take her own cake to the shelter.

"Mom, is Brother Alya okay Ma'am?" two little children approached the mother holding her hand.

The deg! Dr. Prabu glanced at the boy who had just said the name Alya, reminding him of all the problems of why he had arrived here, all starting from that one word Alya, the culprit of a domestic conflict, the culprit of all his life problems he is someone who is now being sought and awaited reportedly, so that all problems are quickly resolved.

"Yes, he volunteers from afar who live in my house, he diligently teaches the children in the refugee camp to teach the lessons left behind, to teach singing, to teach singing, take the children to have fun and also he always takes the time because he is good at making cakes and food and he likes to take his own share with the children in the barracks."

The deg! Astaghfirullahaladzim, is that Alya? dr. Prabu was hot cold and sweating without heeding the mother's anxious face.

Is that Alya he's been looking for all this time? why is it here too? dr. Prabu tries to calm down until he gets the certainty that it is really the real Alya, maybe this is where he will meet with Alya and can solve all his problems if maybe dr. Prabu will marry him here too, and can go home as soon as possible to pick up Retno in Bandung.

The ER officer came out and Dr. Prabu was the first mother who approached him.

"What is my son doing?

is she okay?"

"His family's mother?"

"I am his family."

"Sorry Mother, the patient has been awake from his stupor, only due to a fall and a collision earlier her pregnancy can not be saved, he said, she miscarried and to prevent further bleeding was put into the operating room for treatment and may be performed curettage or cleaning in her womb."

The deg! Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.

Please go to the administration section to request approval for further action.

Dr. Prabu believes all that now, Alya, a volunteer from afar, teaches children to learn, sings smartly cook pastries, and conceives a related conclusion that has been concluded.

"Where's the Administration section? I'm Dr. Prabu Seto Wardhana as a volunteer as well as he'll be in charge of everything."

"Okay doctor, come with me."

Dr. Prabu nodded at the mothers and fathers as well as the little children who crowded and left.

The mother was stunned to hear it.

Like a husband who is so tense waiting for a wife who is in the action room Dr. Prabu back and forth and not comfortable sitting, want to immediately get good news and the results of encouraging actions.

An hour less in tension finally a doctor and a nurse came to open the door.

"Alya's mother has finished undergoing curettage, and now has been moved in the treatment room, but is still in a condition that has not been known about the influence of total drugs earlier, and is now in the treatment room, for his family can wait outside the jasmine treatment room and change to meet him."

"Good sister."

Dr. Prabu half ran after the nurse and walked over to her.

"Is she okay, sister?" dr. Prabu asked.

"Only curettage is not an operation, just maybe the trauma of miscarriage and losing hope of having a baby is the problem, gradually he will be used again with family attention and the support of the closest people."

.

.

.

Let Me Choose Less than ten episodes.

Read also yes, Aryanti Charm, Let Me Choose, Rainbow Meniti, The Past of the President (New work of several Chapters) By Enis Sudrajat & __________________________________________________________________________________________________________