Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 9
The hero returns to his car, while trying to call Naina's phone again. But all in vain, his wife's phone still could not be contacted.
The only way is to try to return to his mother's house, where he last left his wife. Hoping it was just misheard when Naina said that she was in the taxi. Praying inwardly, may Naina still be there, sleeping on her soft bed.
On the way, the man was still trying to contact his mom and dad's cell phone, hoping that one of the two had not slept. At least he can get news about Naina.
Driving the car at above average speed, his feelings should not be asked. Panic, fear and various bad thoughts filled his brain.
“Nai, you where Darling,” whispered, hit the steering wheel repeatedly, channeling a feeling of annoyance to himself.
Arriving at his parents' residence, Wira again had to swallow disappointed, there was no Naina there.
“Nai has been home since,” said the mama in sleeping pajamas. The sleepy eyes were immediately awake when they heard the story of Wira that her daughter-in-law had still not returned home.
“Tadi around the clock as soon as Nai came home. Should have arrived at home since,” said the papa, panic. The old man was about to grab the car keys to help Wira find her daughter-in-law.
“Let the Hero alone look for Nai. Papa and mama just rest,” prevent the young man from running back into the car.
I still heard the screams of my mother from the porch. “Let's call ya!” The middle-aged woman tightened her pajamas to withstand the cold of the night wind.
The hero was still with his bad thoughts, a million panickedly sipped his chest cavity as his black device on the dashboard shook and rang.
Without seeing who contacted him, Wira immediately greeted him hurriedly.
“Nai, is that you?” either way, scramble to talk before the caller makes a sound.
“Sorry, I am from Husada hospital, can I talk to the family of Ms. Naina Pelangie,” said a woman from across the street.
“I am her husband, Ma'am.”
Just hearing the word of the hospital, Wira went back to crazy. Without asking much more, the man drove his car back to the hospital in question, making sure it was his wife who had an accident.
Fifteen minutes into the journey, Wira finally arrives at the hospital where her address is sent by the caller. Get off running towards the IGD, to find out the truth of the news delivered by the caller. His legs were squeezed, when he recognized the patient lying unconscious on top of the gurney.
“What happened?” ask the girl, trying to find information from the nurse. It felt like he wanted to run amok when he found his wife who had fallen helpless. From a distance the hero could see there were blood spots all over Naina's body and clothes.
“Traffic accident,” sahut short nurse.
The body of the Hero slumped, the guilt that haunted him from earlier made him freeze, choked and speechless again. At one point he could only blame himself. Had he not left Naina for too long, his wife could not have decided to go home alone in a taxi and ended up in an accident like this.
“Mr can come out for a while. Later the doctor will explain directly,” pinta a nurse who felt his activity was disturbed by the presence of Wira. Let alone other patients who also piled up, filled all the available gurneys.
With forced to wait outside full of anxiety. And sure enough, in about half an hour, the doctor came out of the IGD room.
“Sorry with patient family Naina Pelangie?” ask the doctor, give a glance.
“I'm her husband, Doc.” The hero immediately advanced, approaching the doctor.
“Let's come to the room. There are a few things I should explain.”
The people complied without much protest. Following the doctor's steps, enter a room not too far from IGD.
“Sorry Sir, after doing the inspection, very sorry once.” There was a pause, before the doctor delivered the next news that Wira knew was definitely not good news. Read from the doctor's breath and the look that looks so heavy.
“The wife of the father should be locked up. The patient has severe bleeding and the contents can not be maintained.”
The word curettage is nothing new to the hero. Before this, even Naina had several times undergone curettage due to miscarriage.
“Yes God,” said Wira, rubbing rough face. He did not expect to see this happen again.
“How many months of age is it, Doc?” ask Wira, curious.
“‘More or less 8 weeks.” Again, the spirit is like being hit by a big godam. Even she didn't realize Naina was pregnant. What kind of husband is she. Squeezing her hair held back the upset.
“Is my wife okay, Doc?” ask Wira.
“So far it's just bleeding. For the wounds on his body, it was still classified as a light wound. The patient has not been conscious since down here,” soot the doctor.
“Please take care of his administration for the treatment room and actions.” The doctor smiled stiffly, then bid farewell to the sculpting hero.
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Next day..
That morning Naina woke up with her whole body in pain. Not yet fully realized, when the eyes open are only treated to a gray scene. His hands felt heavy, like something had happened. Trying to look at him, his gaze was fixed on the man who was leaning over, tightly clutching his hand. Just by the smell alone, Naina recognized who the man so presumptuous had touched.
“Mas ...” The voice sounded soft in the ears.
“Mas ...” The second call was called a soft clap. Yes, the hand connected to the infusion tube was painstakingly patting her husband's drooping head.
“Ya, Dear.” Spontaneous Hero lifts his head, with disheveled hair and a distinctive face waking up in his sleep.
“Why do you sleep like that? Doesn't it hurt his waist?” naina asked, not having the heart to see Wira sitting by her side, sleeping face down on the bed.
“Mas is okay. Nai is awake. Nai want a drink?” wira asked, attentive, she took Naina while forcing a smile.
Quickly, Wira grabbed a glass of water that was still covered in plastic wrap piercing the side of her hand with a straw. “Diminum Nai,” sodor Wira, help his wife.
“Already Mas,” said Naina, drilled slowly the glass, after the hull was filled.
“Mas, what happened?” naina asked, massaging her dizzy head.
“You had an accident. More precisely the taxi you are riding in an accident,” explained Wira, slowly.
Naina's brain turned back the horrific events she experienced last night. He remembered suddenly a car appeared in front of their taxi and ended in a goat fight. After that, he did not remember anything else.
“Mas, taxi driver?” ask Naina.
Hero whines. I can't say the driver died at the scene. Luckily his wife was sitting in the back seat, so only suffered minor injuries although it remained heavy for them, because again had to lose their future baby.
“Nai, forgive Mas. They can't take good care of you. Nai had to miscarry again,” the story of Wira, squeezing Naina's hand, trying to strengthen. Mutually strengthen.
The hero tries to be frank. His eyes are red and teary. He knew this was heavy for Naina, because she felt the same way. The baby they had been waiting for together, left before they even realized it.
“Mas, Nai pregnant??” asked Naina, teary-eyed. He regretted, when he found out that fact.
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