Love the Happy Grief
Greeting Worries
"Alhamdulillah" said Irsyad with a greeting of joy, when the scene has passed his critical mass makes him smile again.
"Na, you are too... Don't worry me, let alone make me half-dead want to live and not! The spirit, Na!" By encouraging his wife, while inside they ser-ser because there is a narrowing of cells that have been wrapped by the tumor.
They had already been three hours struggling on the operating table, and behind the mask that was stuck to the face, made them greet worries.
It's really extra strong.
"Here please continue! Om not strong, hot, tight... Because it's been too long in the operating room." Whispered by Fadli's uncle, Fadli remained focused. Running according to his profession, he can not be wrong. A little wrong, could be a life that was lost to him.
Especially the wife of her friend.
"I'm out first" his uncle said goodbye to the nuns who were there. Guarding the operating room, the uncle changed his clothes and greeted the fresh air outside.
Irsyad frowned in wonder, why was his uncle Fadli already outside?
Is it done?
"Doc..." Irsyad called out his name.
Doctor Ihsan turned around, and threw out her breath. "Why is the doctor outside? Is the operation over?" Greetings from the look on Irsyad's face.
Doctor Ihsan clenched his teeth, his father struggled alone in the operating room and it required a really extra manpower.
"Yes, this is not yet... Again there is a problem inside, I would like to contact a general practitioner to help him... And this I have not been strong, understand the age is also inadequate, and the health om already this, continued..." Irsyad roared his breath, he shook his head.
No, don't!
O Allah, heal his wife and lay out all his operations, smooth with ease.
He is unlikely to join there, which will complicate the process of his wife's operation.
Just confusing, and can be an emotional ingredient for doctors who are already struggling.
***
After seven hours passed for the doctors who fought at the forefront for Irsyad's wife, as Irsyad had a stake in the hospital.
He has the right to take care of this hospital. Now he breathes a sigh of relief... But, his heart felt the same way from a few hours ago.
"Where are you, doc?" He again asked the doctor Ihsan was taking care of some data at the reception.
He followed Doctor Ihsan, only this time his guts were not strong to face one of the patients, doctor Ihsan mocked him.
"You are the husband continues to be a doctor, the turn of the sick wife, do not want to take care... His head is like a cat getting mentally hooked," Weh brought all the cats. Beware om, later kambet the cat that has been possessed.
Usually, his voice is raised.
"Why do you keep following me?"
"Our father, ask that... What is the state of my wife? The doctor said, I asked that... The doctor wasn't heard from earlier." Doctor Ihsan laughed, Irsyad raised one of his hands to hit the back of Doctor Ihsan.
"It seems appropriate to be a doctor in a mental hospital, RSJ... I'll go first, doc... Just ask Fadli, who knows better." Said Irsyad while insinuating.
Just about to speak, there was already a word of insinuation for him. "Be careful when you say it! later you're stocked with a crazy guy who doesn't have that brain... Astagfirullahalazim,"
"Can say it, huh... It's already! How is this going? I have to go back there, work there again.... I am not at ease," with his Sundanese accents, he took out. Making Irsyad chuckle, it was sundanese but a little bit like that.
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