LOVE WINARSIH
91. Dean's Tears
Dean pressed the call button for the nurse next to him and shortly thereafter,
"Yes Sir? did you press the nurse's call button?" ask a woman in a light blue uniform.
"Yes. I called, ", replied Dean.
"Do you need anything?" ask the nurse.
Dean glanced at Mr. Hartono who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa while looking at his cell phone.
"Well, can I get a walking stick?" dean asked in a soft voice worried to be heard by Mr. Hartono.
"Not Sir. The condition of the Father has not been possible. The stitches in my stomach have not been opened. Later worry there is pressure on the folds of the hand that can cause the seams do not close perfectly." The nurse was smiling at Dean's bedside.
"Or can I check the stitches for a moment" said the nurse.
"Oh no need to Sus, it was checked with Doctor Firza early in the morning," Dean cut quickly.
"Or later ask for help to bring another wheelchair here, Sus," Dean asked the nurse again.
"Good Sir. If that's all, I'll excuse you." The nurse then left Dean who had a disappointed look.
"Rubber. Stubborn," said Mr. Hartono from the sofa. Dean only sighed at the words of his father.
20 Minutes passed in silence and each other cast an annoyed look with Mr. Hartono, finally,
"Telfon Irman Pa, ask me again what. Say Irman does not need to come to the court," Dean said for the next time to Mr. Hartono who was sitting on the sofa.
"Can already said the same Irman earlier, Winarsih again checked. Irman didn't get into Dean, you're worried. That was the one being asked." Mr. Hartono looked at his son riled up.
Dean, who knew how a pregnant woman was being examined indoors, was very worried. She imagined Irman would enter the room and be mistaken for Winarsih's husband.
"Are you actually worried about Winarsih's pain or worried about Irman going with her?" asked Mr. Hartono with a probing view.
"It's both" Dean said, moving his right leg without seeing Mr. Hartono.
"The fuss is not cross" muttered Mr. Hartono.
20 Minutes later, Dean grabbed his phone on the table.
"Hello Nov? where are you? still at home? is your business done? this is please my wife is being taken to the hospital obstetric clinic, her stomach feels tight again. If you can get here soon Nov. There's no one here." Dean ended his conversation and went back to twirling the phone in his right hand.
Mr. Hartono who was staring at the cell phone, glanced at Dean at a glance.
"Hello Yan? the job that was finished is not yet? if not, bring it here. All of you here just know it. No one, the cave wife was just taken to the gynaecology clinic. Irman brought it. Papa's here again. Yan Chive!" Dean ended the conversation.
His hand from earlier was unceasingly twirling the phone. It was as if in a moment he would call someone else to come there immediately.
"That you didn't call? Sister Tina? or Rojak?" satirize Pak Hartono to his son.
"What the hell is Pa-" Dean scowled.
"Yes, you are like a child. Irman is the same Ryan. Equally men. What difference does Irman or Ryan bring Winarsih to the obstetrician's clinic?" mr. Hartono's.
"Yes obviously different Pa, Dean will already know Ryan how," Dean murmured back to move his feet to get down to the floor.
"What about Irman?" ask Mr. Hartono.
"Not how, either" replied Dean.
"We are De, indeed if you don't like to see someone, writhing the way that person breathes our feelings is the wrong way. It's just a narik and a sigh,"
"Don't like Irman" Dean said.
"So what? jealous? are you jealous of Irman?" asked Mr. Hartono half-laughing.
"No way, impossible." Dean tapped his phone to the edge of the bed.
"Then you, if you were angry that Winarsih was like a stepfather angry with his son. Now it's like your baby Winarsih. Fussy begging for mercy. Pity your baby's father like this" grumbled Mr. Hartono looking at Dean who looked down pretending to be busy looking at the edge of the seam of the blanket.
Before long, the door of the ward opened. Novi who looks breathless while carrying a bag appears at the door.
"Eh Nov! finally, you too! there went to my wife's extermination clinic upstairs. Tell Irman to get Papa back here. Papa couldn't wait to get back to the office" Dean ordered Novi, who answered with a nod. A second later, the woman closed the door again and left the room.
"Then speaking the number one sinternya," muttered Pak Hartono again.
"Makanya's a lawyer. Forward undaunted, defending the paid," Dean said calmly.
A moment later, Irman had appeared at the door.
"Yes Sir? we're back now?"
"What about my wife Ir?" asked Dean to stand up.
"I don't know Sir. Because earlier, when the doctor asked me to come in to hear an explanation, Ms. Winarsih refused, she said it was okay. I was instead asked to leave by Bu Winarsih from earlier." Irman grimaced a little.
"Yes, his wife said so, her husband is like this. You just call Novi now. Papa wants to go back to the office, later if there's anything call."
Dean just silently listened to what Mr. Hartono said. Then the old man left the room with Irman.
"Hello Nov? has he? how's it?" dean asked Novi over the phone.
"Belom sir, just a second. I just talked to the doctor too. In a moment, I'm calling Mr. Dean to get word,"
"Yes, it's Nov soon" Dean hung up his phone again.
A few moments that really felt like a long time for Dean, the man finally lowered his left leg again to trace the floor.
Slowly he tried to walk on his left foot, although it was very difficult. After walking 2 meters back and forth he finally decided to return to his bed.
His reddened eyes held a sense of pain on his shoulders that was still slightly swollen. The stitches in his stomach felt a little sore. Dean again plans to ask the doctor for pain relief.
DRRRRRRTTT DRRRRRRT DRRRRRRTTT
The phone on the table next to the bed shook. Dean hurriedly shifted his seat to grab the phone.
"Yes Nov? how's it?" dean asked directly when he saw Novi's name appear on his phone screen.
"Bu Winarsih has a tight stomach, sir. The doctor said it might be because of the soy sauce. It could be because these few days continue to nurse you in the room. So advice Doctor Azizah, ma'am winar today treated only. Infused one bottle for energy so that tomorrow morning fresher. How Sir?"
"Capean is Nov? on infusion for energy? because I'm Nov?" Dean spoke half-awed as if all of those words were aimed at himself.
"Where's Sir?"
"My son is okay, right?"
"The baby's okay, sir, just his mom needs a break,"
"Yes, you accompany my wife tonight. Take care of everything about the room. Guarded yes Nov. If there's a wheelchair and Ryan's here, I'll call you again. I'm going there to squirm at him,"
Dean ended his conversation with a lethargic face. How not? being in a place close enough to each other but not being able to see each other was quite a severe torment.
Dean felt guilty for being too fussy and asking his wife a lot of questions. Winarsih who felt her husband needed her, tried as much as possible so that her husband always felt cared for.
Dean closed his eyes imagining what he was doing today. Now his wife is lying down from exhaustion. Dean turned towards the empty bed of the patient's companion.
Dean looked at his feet with a look of despair. He now felt completely useless.
Ryan who was waiting for him, it turns out that until night did not show the nose. With all the guilt and resentment building up in his heart, Dean fell asleep early that night.
Next day.
"Win-" called Dean as he opened his eyes.
"Ryan sir" replied Ryan who was standing on the right side of the bed.
"When are you nyampe? basic you yes! from yesterday the cave waitin, until the cave your oversleeping is not nyampe-nyampe," Dean told his secretary.
"Just yesterday's work was done, sir. Come back here kemaleman. Once in a while alone is okay" replied Ryan kalem.
"What time is it? where's the cave wheelchair?" dean asked, groping his phone under the pillow.
"At 09.00 am, it turns out there is no Bu Winarsih, you can really sleep well,"
"Grotto wheelchair, quarry."
"No, sir, you have to order your wife, you have to eat first and change clothes." Ryan placed a set of patient uniforms near the feet of his boss.
"It's you who changed that cave shirt? ogah!" exclaim Dean.
"You eat first, how?" bargain Ryan.
"Not laper,"
"So how should I? I call the nurse, right? I choose the most beautiful, will you?"
"I think you're actually the boss of being a secretary,"
Later,
"Yes, Mr. Ryan, let me handle Mr. Dean. Nothing left before." Winarsih's voice rang out as the door opened and the woman appeared in a wheelchair with Novi.
"Win-" Dean turned to look at his wife. His face turned red and his feelings in a moment his tears would spill.
Ryan immediately rushed outside the room without being asked twice as he pulled Novi's hand to pass from there.
"You're all right? what's that sick? said infused? 1 Bottle finished? how are you now? seger yet? is my child okay?" A long barrage of questions came out of Dean's mouth.
"Nothing. Eat first now, so you can immediately change clothes," said Winarsih standing from a wheelchair and pulling an overbed table containing morning meals.
"I'm sorry I won, because of me you're so tired. Sorry I asked you so much. I haven't had an appetite." Dean looked down to try to take his eyes off.
"You're sick because of me. I don't feel like there's any point in being your husband" Dean said slowly, not looking at his wife.
Winarsih again distanced the overbed table and stood up to grab a wheelchair and brought her closer to her husband's bed.
"Come sir, we'll take a short walk to the park. The weather outside is good" asked Winarsih to wipe her husband's arm. Dean raised his gaze to Winarsih.
"You can't be tired" Dean said.
"Now, the park is deket. Let Mr. Dean push me." Winarsih again grabbed her husband's right hand. Slowly Dean stepped on his left foot to trace the floor and moved to a wheelchair.
Slowly Winarsih pushed her husband out of the room down the hallway to a small garden that is usually used by patients to enjoy the morning sun or relax in the afternoon.
The park at the back of the hospital is not large, but feels very beautiful because it is filled with lush foliage that runs through the iron wickets that surround the pedestrian path.
They walked through the park in silence as if enjoying silence over their respective minds.
"I want you to know that I'm never leaving
'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing
Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons
So come on, let's go"
"Let's go below zero and hide from the sun
I love you forever where we'll have some fun
Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily
Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby"
(Snowman - Sia)
"I want you to know that I will never leave
Because I'm Mrs. Snow, till death we'll be cold
Yes, you are my home, my home for all seasons
So come on, let's go "
"Let's go to sub-zero temperatures and hide from the sun
I love you forever where we're gonna have fun?
Yes, let's go to the North Pole and live happily
Please don't cry, don't cry now, it's Christmas, baby "
Winarsih, who has been studying the song Dean once sang for her, is now humming along the park while pushing her husband's wheelchair.
Dean nodded his mouth.
"You are my home.*" Winarsih said at the end of the song.
(*You are my home)
Slowly Dean's right hand wiped away a drop of tear that had descended on his cheek. He didn't want Winarsih to see him cry because he was just left out last night.
The To Be Continued.....
PS.
Snowman's song means the statement of someone who wants to love forever, thinks of someone as home, and wants it to last forever.
Given when the human body is below zero (frozen), the human body will be intact and not damaged. Wishing that while living in the ice can be together forever and love is not broken.
I just want to make sure you understand what Dean meant by singing that song, and Winarsih now understands what the song means. XD
It matters not that I do this? XD
19.03.2021
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