Lightly Longing

Tama

Mr. Arbi went straight up, running down the ridge. Followed by police who pursued. I just sat in my place again. I'm pregnant, so it's better to take care of my fetus.

I fretted, sat and stood up a few times. I was scared and my mind became weird too. Women are like that, right? He always struggled with his complicated thoughts.

Every now and then I glanced at the wall clock at this police station, biting my inner lip. Just keep pacing. Some of the staff told me to sit down.

Someone gave me a drink too. I gulped it up the toilet. I got up again, biting the nail tip.

A loud voice sounded from outside, I quickly looked over there. Tama's been bent, even handcuffed. I'm looking for Mr. Arbi.

"Sorry, Sir. Husband, where am I, huh?"

"He's dead, Ananta! Now, it's time for us to get married."

"Basic crazy!"

"Sir, where's my husband?" ask again.

"Our mother's husband brought her to the hospital."

"Hospital?" My face was full of questions looking at the policeman who had snatched Tama up as well at the dickhead who had entered my life.

"Your husband fainted earlier. Also...." The policeman in front of me seemed to be licking his lips.

"Also what, sir?"

"I killed him, Ananta," Tama continued with a grinning face.

Plaque! Plaque!

It wasn't enough for me to land a slap on Tama's cheek. Twice and it's left right, until the face turns in turns. Like being struck by lightning it was like hearing Tama's words.

With a rumbling chest, as well as a shed cry, I stepped out of the police station. Calling a passing taxi, in front of me.

My face continued to be flooded with tears, occasionally sweeping the gaze outwards. Actually I still don't know which hospital, it's just that the wife's feeling is strong. I'm heading to the nearest hospital.

Once I got to my destination, I ran fast. Mr. Arbi's all I need, it's up to the fetus inside how. Sometimes I rub my stomach still flat.

"Son, you're strong, yes. We need to meet Papa soon."

I opened the curtains on the IGD one by one, looking for my husband's whereabouts. One of the nurses greeted me.

"Sorry, who are you looking for?"

"Is there a patient named Arbi here?"

"Oh, it's over there. Near the corner of the staff room door."

I nodded and headed straight towards eleven o'clock. I opened the curtain, and I saw him lying there helpless. Next to his hand was an infusion. Bandage on the right side of the abdomen is visible.

I looked down inside, took his hand. I hugged that hand, and then I carried it on my cheek. Kissed the back of his hand for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Mas. It's all because of me" I said in a trembling voice.

I slightly bent my body, placed my head on his chest to confirm his heartbeat.

"Thank God, your heart rate is normal, Mom."

Sreek

The curtain was opened by two nurses, I looked at them slowly carrying Mr. Arbi.

"Well, where are you going?"

"Sorry, Mom. Our patients move to the inpatient room to undergo more intensive treatment.

"Sorry, Mom. No family of patients was present. The cops brought him here."

"Yes, but I'm already here. You should respect me. Play with the patient. Do I know if you will take my husband to the morgue or not? Tau me? No!" my toilets do not accept their attitude. My wrist feels like someone is holding.

I turned my head, Mr. Arbi was conscious. I leaned over to Mr. Arbi, he still looked very weak.

"Ta, yes, yes."

"But, Mum.... "

"Udah, yes. Let them do their job." I took a deep breath and was weak. If this is the case, it can only be resigned to the circumstances.

***

Mr. Arbi is already in a regular inpatient room. I don't know how many days Mr. Arbi will be here. This handsome man of my soul filler seemed to have fallen asleep after the nurse examined him just now.

I looked at his face, his hands were stretched out beside his body. I sat in a plastic chair, clasping his fingers.

I leaned my head on her stomach, I didn't want to lose the person who loved me sincerely. If Satria had not seen my struggle for him, Mr. Arbi was inversely proportional to him.

Mr. Arbi always hears my story about anything, providing solutions to every problem that comes to our relationship. He was protecting me with all his soul.

But now, he was lying weakly on top of the gurney. I swallowed a heavy salivary seeing how it was now. Honestly, it hurts.

I drowned my face on the edge of the bed, and the drowsiness started to hurt me. The clear liquid granules just escaped. God says, when we cry, he brings drowsiness to the healing of wounds.

Maybe this is what happened, not to mention that I am pregnant. The hormones of pregnant women are still unstable. Early in the morning was clearly lazy and sleepy. However, now it seems like it is time for a nap.

I walk in dreamland. It is not clear what kind of dream I am sleeping well in at the moment. I poked as my cheek felt something touching.

I opened my eyes slowly, Mr. Arbi was seen half-sitting on the hospital bed. He leaned his body on the head of the bed.

"Mas" said I who still rubbed my eyes and stood closer to him. Touching his forehead, checking Mr. Arbi's body temperature.

This man actually smiled, I put my eyebrows together looking at his expression.

"Why, Mas? Is something funny?" I ask who now my hand is in his grasp.

"Your face is cute if you sleep like that" he said casually and still smiling.

"Appaan, anyway! This is not the time to talk to me. You don't know how worried I am, Mom!"

Mr. Arbi just grabbed my body for him to hug. He rubbed my back gently, while I kept crying while tightening his embrace.

"I'm scared, Mom."

"I'm okay, honey."

"You're hurt because of me!" Mr. Arbi let go of his embrace, then framed my face. Pecked my forehead for a long time.

"You don't have to be afraid, Ta. I've prepared everything for you and our son" he said, now stroking my stomach. His eyes also went down there.

"What preparation? And I must also be prepared to mean."

"If I wasn't in this world, then my house could be used for our son's expenses." Then Mr. Arbi looked at me fixedly, our black beads met for a long time. "For you, I'm sorry. That's all I can say to you."

"You're selfish, Mum!" I threw the face away from her, rubbing the rest of the salty grains on the cheeks.

"Oh, ouch." The sound of her voice whimpering, I suddenly turned around and reflexively pressed the button to call the sisters.

"Why is your mom? What's sick, Mom? Mas, answer me!" I shouted impatiently while shaking his body.