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Chapter 48

The woman was lying with blood pouring from her head, her hijab full of blood stains. A pula with visible blood coming out from the base of his thigh. The woman was wearing pink training pants, so it was clear that it was not water. Except blood.

“Mbak's bleeding, means she's pregnant. Hold the driver of the car, let him not run away,” said someone. “Mbak this should be taken to the hospital immediately.”

Nayla's body was very weak, she was still conscious. His eyes were still open, his gaze was faint. He grimaced in pain, Andi's name he kept calling out softly.

“Mbak Nayla.” Andi stood up, he staggered closer to Nayla. With the help of some people who broke it, he could get to where Nayla's body fell. “Mbak,” her hand grabbed Nayla's fingers, grabbed her sister's head. “Mbak, don't close your eyes. Keep opening. Mbak, strong.”

No matter the blood coming out of his elbow and temple, Andi endured the pain for Nayla. He kept telling Nayla to stay awake.

“Quick! Mbak is pregnant again,” again said someone who helped lift Nayla's body into the car the impactor— who will take her to the hospital.

Andi looked at the man who said that before then turned to look at Nayla who grimaced with pain in her stomach. Yes, Andi saw her brother's hand remain in the stomach. Until he realized, that his sister was pregnant because of the faint sound of Nayla's voice saying my son.

“Andi, pain,” Nayla moans.

“Mbak, keep her eyes open. Ma'am, strong. Hold, Ma'am, hold on.” Andi sat in the back seat of the car holding Nayla's head. He held one hand of his brother who was getting weaker.

“Andi, stomach hurts. My son, he's my son.”

Nayla's voice is almost inaudible, andi continues to help Nayla stay awake. He hugged Nayla, he touched her stomach, “Mbak, strong. He's not why-why. Ma'am, open your eyes, yes, do not be afraid.”

The man who claimed to be Nayla and Andi looked very frightened, he raked his face many times. He apologized to Andi, but his words were not touched at all.

Andi is still trying to keep Nayla awake, petting her as if she is afraid it is her last day with Nayla.

Arriving at the hospital, Nayla was immediately taken to the ER room. Andi was very worried about having Nayla's body on top

hospital bed that disappeared behind the door. A nurse approached him to treat his wounds. But Andi continued to refuse, he did not want to leave Nayla alone.

“Yes, your sister is being treated. Now come with me for a minute to treat the wound on the temple and elbow, Father. Because his blood doesn't stop coming out, if it doesn't clear it can be infected, sir.”

“No, Sus!” exclaim Andi. “I want to be here waiting for my sister. Better, Sister, go!” throw him away in annoyance.

Not that Andi did not feel pain, his entire body had started to limp. His eyes were blurred, his head was dizzy. The wound in his temple was quite deep and wide, so it was certain that the blood that came out was not small.

It took a long time to persuade Andi, she complied to come after listening to the nun saying that Nayla needed her healthy sister. Those who have finished are given treatment and can take care of it later.

Seeing the wound deep enough, the doctor decided not to sew or cover it with a bandage. The wound is just cleaned. Seeing his body getting limp, as well as his desire to stay with Nayla, Andi was drugged by a doctor so that he could also rest for a while.

After Andi was completely under the influence of drugs, the doctor ordered the nurse to immediately contact the patient's family. Lucky Andi's phone is still nailed his pants—easy nurse to contact her family.

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Mas Arif came with Mas Irfan, they walked to Nayla's ward after asking the receptionist. Exactly the doctor who treated Nayla just came out of the ER, he also explained the state of his patient.

“Begini, sir, brother Andi is now still in our care, the wound on his head is quite deep. We decided not to sew it.”

“And Nayla, Doc?” ask Mas Arif.

“Sorry, sir, we've tried. We can't save her fetus—”

“Janine? Nayla pregnant?” tukas Mas Irfan's.

“Ya.” Doctor nodded. “It looks like his body bounced quite hard, his body condition is also quite good. The wound on his head that we are still monitoring . Later that night the results of r**ontgennya will just come out.”

There was regret in the hearts of the two Nayla sisters, they had absolutely no idea that their sister was pregnant. Condemning their lack of concern for the younger sister, the two regret what happened to Nayla.

“Sorry, can Mother Nayla's husband come soon? We need his signature.” Doctor says.

“Alright, please come with sister.”

Mas Arif also asked the sisters for help to contact Fahad, as he did not speak any English at all. And of course Fahad does not fully understand Indonesian.

Nayla was operated on, and only Mas Arif was waiting in front of the room. While Mas Irfan, he sat next to Andi who had not been conscious.

Five hours passed, Nayla was already taken to the treatment room. “Nayla.” Mbak Indah looked at her sister-in-law with pity and guilt. Her sister-in-law was pregnant, and she was also away from her husband. Somehow later if Fahad finds out what happened to his wife and prospective children.

Andi's ears faintly heard the talk of Mas Irfan and Mas Arif. Slowly he opened his eyes, the name of Nayla he first called out.

“Andi,” says Mas Arif.

“Mbak Nayla where, Mas?” ask with lirih.

“Nayla again breaks in her ward. You don't move much, Mas call the sisters first.” Irfan came out, called the nurse who was on guard at the hour.

“Mas, sorry, the wound is not dry enough. So don't sit for a while. No what, huh? Not using pillows. Let the blood not come out,” the nurse's message to Andi.

After the sisters came out, Andi asked Mas Arif and Mas Irfan questions about the state of Nayla. He wanted to meet Nayla, but her body was indeed very weak. He didn't have enough energy to wake up.

Mas Irfan said Nayla was fine, and Fahad was also still on his way after the sisters managed to contact her a while ago—ya, it was very difficult to contact Fahad. “No need to worry, there is a Beautiful Sister who takes care of Nayla. You rest aja.”

“Mas, Sister Nayla is pregnant. Tadi—”

“Iya,” Mas Arif. “Mas already told the same doctor earlier.”

Andi closed his eyes, he remembered how the accident that befell him and his brother. The screams of people, the tears of Nayla, as well as the pain felt by her brother in the abdomen.

Opening his eyes quickly, he glared at Mas Arif who was sitting beside him. “Mas, Nayla's stomach hurt. What ...,” can't seem to continue the sentence. He also got an answer from the nod of the head from Mas Arif.

The corner of his heart hurts. So hurt. If only he was hit by a car, if only he was not busy with his phone .. sorry, Ma'am, sorry Andi.

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“Cold ...,” voice shrewd Nayla.

Mbak Indah enveloped Nayla's body, but the cold was still felt by her sister-in-law. She took her jacket and her husband's jacket lying on the sofa to cover Nayla's body to keep her warm.

“Mbak.” Nayla opened her eyes, and only her sister-in-law found her.

“Yes, what do you want, Nay?” the question was not answered by Nayla.

“Andi?” nayla asked after a moment of silence.

“Kata Mas Arif, Andi is conscious. But he can't get up yet, his body is still weak. She'll definitely be here.”

One hand Nayla moved touching her stomach, her tears dripping. His stomach still hurts, he already suspected that he must have miscarried. Husband. She hasn't even told Fahad about her pregnancy.

Only three days ago she found out about her pregnancy, but now it's all over. He couldn't feel his growth for longer. Tears are non-stop flowing. He felt disappointed in himself who could not keep what God had entrusted.

“Nay.” Mas Arif came after Mbak Indah sent him a message. Gently touching the tip of his sister's head, “patience, Nayla, God knows which is best. Not now, maybe later.”

Nayla smiles knot—as if saying that she is fine. Though. He's so sick. Without saying it, of course Mas Arif and Mbak Indah know how Nayla feels. Pain, disappointment, destruction. But what do you want to say? It's all fate. Only the creator can turn a person's fate upside down. We just pray and try, the rest ... God is the one who determines.

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