LOVE WINARSIH

86. Hey, Love!

Doctor Firza, who just finished surgery that night, is getting ready to go home, again received a call from an ER nurse who said that soon there will be a traffic accident patient with a stab wound who is heading to their hospital.

Doctor Firza who had removed her operating uniform again ran outside the room and headed for the elevator.

When he arrived in the ER, he found an adult male patient with a stab wound in his left abdomen in a semi-conscious state.

Although the patient lost a lot of blood due to deep stab wounds, the patient's condition is conscious.

Doctor Firza was scissoring the entire patient's clothes to see the condition of his stab wound when he heard the male patient moan about something.

While calling the patient to stay sober, Doctor Firza caught the patient's family conversation outside the curtain that was quite disturbing his ears.

The male patient he was examining with the USG machine was seen reacting and groaning again when the voice of a Mother-Mother was heard shouting something.

"Win," a back cry was heard from his patient.

Finished putting the ultrasound camera into place, Doctor Firza's hand flicked the curtain of the cover slightly to see what was going on outside.

His gaze was pounded on an old man whom he often saw appearing on television. This patient he was handling, the son of a minister apparently. Doctor Firza glanced at her patients who were back groaning.

Then his gaze turned to a woman who was rebuking and pointing at a woman who was pregnant.

While stealing the conversation he should not have heard, Doctor Firza immediately understood the situation.

As a Doctor, he wanted his patient to be conscious upon entering his operating room in a moment.

It is clear that his patient is now waiting for the presence of someone he wants to meet soon. Little did Doctor Firza see the face of the woman who was paling, since standing holding her stomach and staring at the curtain where her husband lay.

After all, Mother's voice that had only been angry, slightly disturbed the atmosphere of the ER in the middle of the night.

"Mrs Winarsih!" call Doctor Firza on the woman.

"Let's go in, his father from earlier called this on" he again shouted at the pregnant woman.

Doctor Firza only imagined that his wife was in the position of the woman. So with his pretentiousness, he felt he had to bring the couple together before the Husband was pushed into the operating room.

Although with a cautious face while circulating his gaze to a pair of eyes of a mother who looked at him with an annoyed look, the patient's wife stepped into the curtain she was preparing.

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Winarsih stepped into the curtain that the Doctor had prepared for her.

His eyes were fixed on Dean who was like he had just fallen into a pool of blood. The suit with a light blue shirt that he wore this morning so neat now looks collapsed.

Winarsih recalled the slices of bawamg and vegetables he had prepared to cook noodles soup Dean requested that night.

Her husband's body was fully open and his lower left abdomen had been taped with sterile gauze as a temporary cover.

"Just in the operating room, ma'am. His father can be invited to talk to stay aware," said dr. Firza who was standing not far from them was fiddling with the infusion machine.

"I go get ready in the sterile room yes, later his father was immediately taken to the OK ama nurse. His mother is excited, yes," said dr. Firza smiled and then left them.

Dean closed his eyes as Winarsih approached.

"Sir," call Winarsih holding Dean's right hand above the chest.

The man's left hand was seen covered in dried blood as it held the wound on his left abdomen for quite a long time.

Dean who heard Winarsih's voice in his ear opened his eyes slowly.

"Hey, Love! I miss it," softly Dean looked at the face of his wife who was holding back tears.

Winarsih's lips trembled and immediately sobbed.

"I'm afraid, I guess-" Winarsih choked off not being able to continue her words.

"Mom Win, I hurriedly went to the hospital for you and your son. I'm already okay. Don't cry me, I'm not dead, '" Dean cried to his wife who had ducked down and buried her face to the right side of her head.

Winarsih's body shook off her cries.

"Bu Winar-" said Dean again, cursing. His hand tried to touch his wife's head.

Winarsih's head lifted looked at the curtain that had been fully opened. Several pairs of eyes were waiting for Dean's bed to be pushed into the operating room.

All eyes were on Dean at the time, including Ms. Amalia who could not see her son but did not want to approach the bed because Winarsih was on Dean's side since.

Without caring about everyone around, Winarsih looked down again to whisper into her husband's ear.

"Sir Dean must get well soon we haven't been shopping for baby clothes" Winarsih said, grabbing Dean's right hand and peeping the back of the hand.

Dean smiled as he grimaced at his wife, "Let's buy a lot for your son, ma'am."

Winarsih straightened her body and tidied Dean's hair covering her forehead. Even in the most chaotic circumstances, Dean should still be handsome. That is what her husband would want.

Two nurses pushed Dean's bed and dragged the infusion machine past several people who had been waiting for him.

Winarsih stood giving distance to Ms. Amalia who would not want to be close to him when she saw Dean.

When he saw the woman who gave birth to him crying near his bed, Dean was seen nodding and saying "Nothing". Winarsih smiled a few steps behind the bed.

Winarsih can clearly describe how Ms. Amalia felt seeing Dean lying in pain.

"The operation may be a little long, so the family can wait in a comfortable place" said one of the nurses holding Dean's headboard.

"It's night, Dean's condition is stable. Mama can go home with Noto," ordered Mr. Hartono to his wife.

"No! Mama will wait until Dean finishes Pa surgery," said Amalia.

"Later you are sick Ma," said Mr. Hartono again.

Ms. Amalia and Mr. Hartono were handing Dean's bed being pushed to the elevator.

Winarsih kept a few steps away from them with Novi by her side.

"It's past midnight. It's early morning. Or Winarsih only come home, let us be escorted by Irman. Not good for his health," said Mr. Hartono while looking back for Irman who stood far away from them.

"Pa-" cried Dean whose bed had arrived at the mouth of the elevator.

"Yes?" sir Hartono heard his son speak.

"Cannot. Winarsih can't be signed by Irman. Winarsih can't go. It should be here until Dean finishes the operation," Dean murmured softly but his voice rang up to where Winarsih was standing.

Mr. Hartono looked at the child and his son-in-law in turn. The old man let out a long sigh, then glanced at his wife.

"Same as well. Mother and son are just as stubborn" said Mr. Hartono along with the entrance of Dean's bed into the elevator.

The To Be Continued.....

PS.

Sorry for some readers who feel uncomfortable with the way my story is considered to repeat the story.

I want to explain, that my goal is to convey the events experienced by each character at one time separately without including POV A and POV B.

I want the reader to understand what each character feels from his or her point of view in a particular scene that I consider important.

For example, the experience of Si A when Si B is experiencing this, until Si A and Si B meet in the same scene.

If you have been reading my work since a long time ago, you must understand that I always use a gradual flow that does not rush to execute one event.

Dizziness huh? don'tdon't.

I think every writer has his own personality. Do not get dizzy from reading a story. Because the purpose of the story was to be enjoyed by XD

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