LOVE WINARSIH

87. I'm Here

"Mama's really uncomfortable, sitting here with that woman. It doesn't feel good, Pa," Amalia said as they arrived in front of the operating room.

Ms. Amalia's voice was clearly heard by everyone in front of the room. Mr. Hartono who seemed tired just stood leaning against the wall by massaging his forehead.

Dean has been pushed through the operating room door. A moment later a nurse approached them.

"His family, Dean? wife's mother?" ask the nurse to Winarsih.

Just as Winarsih was about to catch her breath to answer the nurse's question, Ms. Amalia stood up from her seat.

"I'm his mother, what do you want to ask? I know better about my son." Ms. Amalia waved to the nurse who was holding a note board.

"The patient in the name of Dean Danawira Hartono is right Ma'am?" ask nurse.

"Right," Bu Amalia replied at a glance glancing at Winarsih who was sitting upright looking at her expressionlessly.

"A's blood type, ma'am?" ask the nurse again.

"Yes right, A" replied Ms. Amalia again. Hearing Ms Amalia's reply, the nurse was seen taking note of something on board.

"Sir Dean's been in an accident before, ma'am?"

"Once, it's been a long time. While in Class 2 High School. His right leg was broken in an accident riding a big motorcycle."

Ms. Amalia tightened her face to look at Winarsih who listened to her every word to the nurse.

"Accident after dropping off his girlfriend first. Same time. Equally an unlucky carrier for Dean," muttered Bu Amalia who made the nurse in front of him raise an eyebrow.

"Is there a drug allergy?" ask the nurse again.

"Allergies of penicillin, amoxilin and the like in the form of injection," replied Ms. Amalia.

"No history of congenital disease?"

"No," said Amalia.

"The dry bone of Mr. Dean's right leg looks like it's cracked Mom. Most likely in a place that has previously been injured yes. Later finished his abdominal surgery, Orthopedic Doctor check Mr. Dean again. I'm sorry ma'am, but" said the nurse then entered the operating room.

Ms. Amalia sat back in the waiting room chair while gripping a handbag that had been on her lap since. The old woman's face looked tired, anxious and angry at one time.

Winarsih, who had been listening to the conversation between Ms. Amalia and a nurse, caught the woman's hateful gaze.

Winarsih did not want to fight the gaze of her Mother-in-law, now she thinks that Miss Amalia has a point. He doesn't know anything about Dean.

His blood type A, his right leg was broken, penicillin allergy and amoxilin injection form. Those are the new things he knows about Dean.

After all, the role of a mother can never be changed for her child. The anguish of Amalia's mother must be exactly the same as that felt by her mother when Yanto lay weakly in the hospital.

Winarsih glanced back at her mother-in-law, feeling sorry when she saw a hand that showed an age stroke was tightly grasping the bag strap.

The woman's hair looked messy. Ms. Amalia used to look good, but not tonight, when Dean was in a state of disaster.

It was almost 2 in the morning, when the Surgeon announced to them that Dean's surgery was about to begin.

Winarsih with Novi and Ryan sat a row away from Bu Amalia and Pak Hartono who were also waiting for the road.

Across from them sat Fika and Irman. Actually Dean's jealous attitude towards Irman was not entirely baseless. I don't know since when, but as a normal guy who could be said to have been a basketball guy, Dean realized that.

And earlier, since Winarsih arrived at the hospital, Irman was occasionally seen glancing at his Boss' son-in-law with an incomprehensible look.

Fika and Ryan do the same activity, both of them are seeing news headlines that are now being crowded about the accident that hit Dean.

"The car that hit him immediately disappeared," murmured Ryan who made Novi next to him glance.

"The culprit must be the same" Ryan continued, still scrolling through the tablet screen.

"Bu Winar doesn't want to rest first?" asked Novi to Winarsih who was still sitting upright holding his stomach with both hands.

"Not to Nov. I'm here only," refused Winarsih gently on Novi sitting next to him.

How to rest, sleepiness alone has disappeared since Novi knocked on the door of his room earlier.

Almost two hours passed, then the doctor who examined Dean earlier in the ER went outside the operating room. Taking off his headgear, the Doctor said,

"Operation's done, yeah, everything's good."

Ms. Amalia and Mr. Hartono walked up to Doctor Firza who would explain Dean's condition.

"The puncture wound was quite deep in the small intestine, so I had to cut the smooth intestine 40 inches long. Because the intestine is a yes channel, there is intestinal contents, intestinal fluid, gas and normal germs. So to prevent normal germs it contaminates the abdominal cavity, so the damaged intestine must be cut off. But it's okay. The patient's condition is very stable" said Doctor Firza while throwing a glance at Winarsih who was standing in the distance to hear his explanation.

"Yes, I'll excuse you. Soon Mr. Dean can be taken to the recovery room. Currently still under the influence of dope. His family can rest, tomorrow morning can look in the nursery." Doctor Firza nodded at Mr. Hartono and Bu Amalia then passed from there with relaxed steps.

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"Sir Dean's up, right, Nov? Mr Hartono and Ms Amalia are still in her room?" tanya Winarsih who rushed out of one of the bathroom lobby of the hospital.

"Yes, Mom, you're awake. But Amalia's mom is still inside." Novi stood outside the bathroom still holding Winarsih's bag.

"Did I change my clothes, Nov? I'd like to see Mr. Dean immediately" asked Winarsih as if to himself.

Novi held out a bag that shortly afterwards was stirred by Winarsih.

Before long Winarsih returned to the outside of the bathroom with a new dress and his face looked fresher.

Many times he pecked his face in front of the glass before leaving the woman's bathroom. Novi smiled at Winarsih's preparations to meet her newly awakened husband from a long anesthetic.

"It's beautiful, Mr. Dean must be happy," said Novi again carrying a bag and walking with Winarsih to the elevator.

Dean's outpatient door opened slightly, showing Mr. Hartono and Ms. Amalia standing on either side of his son. Irman and Fika were standing not far from Mr. Hartono.

Ryan sat half-asleep on one of the sofas propping his head up.

"That's Dean's wife" Dean suddenly looked at the door.

"Yes! call the cave wife in" Dean asked his secretary. Ryan opened his eyes and went to the door.

"You, Mama, you still want to talk." Ms. Amalia looks riled up by the behavior of her son who calls Winarsih.

"Win, here-" called Dean spread his right hand towards Winarsih who stepped slowly closer to him past behind Mr. Hartono.

"Why are you so beautiful in the morning at the hospital? advance a little here," asked Dean again whose hand immediately grasped his wife's hand.

Ms. Amalia retreated slightly away from Dean's bed and Mr. Hartono shifted her position to make room for Winarsih.

Ryan only sighed looking at his boss, then returned to the sofa to continue sleeping.

"During my surgery, you didn't come home from me, did you?" dean looked at his wife.

"No," replied Winarsih a little glance at the uncomfortable Mr. Hartono who was standing watching them.

Realizing that his parents were still there, Dean turned to look at Mr. Hartono.

"Pa, Papa don't have any plans to bring Irman home from here?" dean asked Mr. Hartono slowly.

Mr. Hartono frowned astonishedly at Dean, "Irman should have brought Papa home, but Papa even brought Irman home?"

Mr. Hartono shook his head looking at Dean.

"Come on Ma, we're home. Your son is healthy! it's getting weird that he said," asked Mr. Hartono to Bu Amalia who was still frowning.

Irman and Fika follow Mr. Hartono leaving Dean's ward.

"Win," called Dean as he made sure his parents left the room.

"Yes sir?" Winarsih looked at Dean with a haru look. He was so agitated looking forward to the operation of this man who was grasping his hand.

Jemari Winarsih tidied up a few strands of Dean's hair that went down to the forehead. Then her fingers went down rubbing her husband's eyebrows.

"Mmmm, Win" call Dean again.

"Yes-" said Winarsih who is now holding the bed, still stroking Dean's cheek slowly. Without realizing Dean, his wife's tears had pooled.

"You why? I'm all right, Win. Why are you sad?" dean asked looking at his wife who was still rubbing her eyebrows many times.

"I just found out a little about Mr. Dean from Ms. Amalia. I've been a wife, just found out Mr. Dean's blood type. If I were the only one here, I would not be able to answer the nurses' questions. I really don't know anything about Mr. Dean," said Winarsih with a drop of tears falling on his cheek.

"Geez my wife, I'll ask Ryan to give you my full CV. That thing is not to be mourned. It was a non-urgent matter" Dean replied, lifting up a strand of Winarsih's hair and tucking it behind his ear.

"The stab of Mr. Dean must also be his intention to kill, before the cage, I certainly will not calm if Mr. Dean outside the house." Winarsih sobbed shedding her worries.

"That's nothing to worry about either. Surely ketangkep, I will take myself to court. Your son was born with his father. You should be more concerned about my feet, Win. I'm worried about my feet. What about our routine activities?" dean asked with a frustrated face looking at his feet that were wrapped in thick casts.

The To Be Continued.....

As promised... :*