LOVE WINARSIH
96. Turning Point
It was still near noon when Bu Amalia entered the ER Hospital with the assistance of Novi and Winarsih. Dean who got a call from his wife immediately left his job and rushed to the hospital.
"So from the characteristics of the stroke Bu," said Novi who sat next to Winarsih in the waiting room of the ER.
"Padahat Pak Hartono who had had a stroke. Why was Miss Amalia the" Winarsih remembering what happened that morning.
"Pak Hartono's News. It must be because of the news of Mr. Hartono this morning," Novi said.
"Oh yes!" winarsih exclaimed as she pulled out her phone from the bag Novi was wearing and headed to the search site Dean had taught her while searching for recipes.
Winarsih directly type her father-in-law's name in the search field. His eyes looked for all the top news that he instantly opened.
For a moment Winarsih was like thinking. The woman fell silent and looked at every word she read.
A female aide had been standing by the curtain of the bed.
"Mom Winarsih?" call out the voice of a woman from inside.
"Yes?" Winarsih immediately replied and rushed inside. Female adjutants Bu Amalia and Novi also burst into the.
"It's an ischemic stroke. Because the plaque is released and clogs the blood vessels of the brain. The cause of hypertension," said Doctor ER.
"How much blood pressure is Doc?" ask Winarsih.
"200/110100. Very high and dangerous. Fortunately, the patient was taken to the hospital as soon as possible despite being unconscious. Because stroke treatment is above 4.5 hours after the attack, reducing its efficiency. We've injected a blood-thinning altiplase to dissolve a blood clot in his brain. Next we will do a CT SCAN and MRI and treated by a Neurologist," explained the Doctor while removing the plaster and covering it in gauze covering the wound on the forehead of Ms. Amalia.
"It's still healing, Doc?" asked Winarsih with a worried look. It was in his mind how his father, who had to lie down for years due to a stroke, died without ever receiving proper treatment.
"Still Mom, still. The possibilities are huge. Perhaps the patient's hypertension has something to do with his psychic condition. After CT SCAN and MRI we can find out the condition of brain damage. Area and location. But it all depends on the condition of the patient's body receiving treatment and his motivation to recover."
Winarsih looked pityfully at her Mother-in-law who was lying unconscious. She dared not touch the woman who had given birth to her husband.
"Where's Win?" dean asked suddenly from behind him.
"Stroke sir, his blood pressure is 200/110. His forehead was injured because he fell in front of the bathroom," explained Winarsih still looking at Ms. Amalia.
"Ma, Mama-Dean is here. Mama wakes up, Dean's son is soon born. Mama should look. Papa's gonna be all right, Dean promised. Dean still needs Mama." Dean rubbed his cheek and kissed Amalia's hand with his left, while Dean's right hand was still resting on his cane.
Her heart was so broken that she never received bad news during her life lay helpless with her forehead hurt.
In the room when lying unwell, his mother must be holding a cell phone and seeing the latest news as usual.
His mother, who came from a well-respected family, held high regard for all things good name. Which always warns about Dean's behavior in association.
That governs all education, work and even life partners hard. Although most of them are not obeyed by Dean, although all of these ways are rejected and opposed equally fiercely by him, but Amalia is still a mother who never hated her child.
Dean who too often criticizes the way his mother applies rules to the lives of his children sometimes forgets. That all the success he has now is the result of the upbringing of the way he has always criticized it.
Today, Ms. Amalia has reached the limit of her body's ability to keep all her burdens and worries all along.
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Two weeks after her stroke, the woman had returned home and was lying in her room.
The woman's body was paralyzed on the right, due to a blockage in her left brain. Ms. Amalia could not speak yet, but her sight still seemed to recognize others.
Two nurses took turns caring for the woman from waking to night. Mr. Hartono, who is drowning with his work and case process, is rarely at home.
So did Dean. Lately Winarsih rarely talked to her husband. Dean, who was still wearing his cane, left early in the morning and went home when he was asleep.
Because Dean's face is always serious and a lot of silence lately, Winarsih did not dare to ask her husband anything.
Even Winarsih did not charge about Dean who could not accompany her examination of the contents that had entered the 38th week. Dean only apologized when he said that he forgot his promise to go to the Obstetrician.
That night, Winarsih heard a commotion from the second floor. The place where Amalia's mom is. Winarsih rushed outside the room and opened the door of her in-laws room.
"What's Sus?" tanya Winarsih saw a plate and its contents broke and scattered on the floor.
"Mom doesn't want to eat. Not eating in the morning. I was bribing, suddenly pushing with a flick of his hand." The nurse leaned over and picked up the broken plate on the floor.
"Call Mba Tina to the kitchen, bring her new food and clean this broken plate" Winarsih told the Nurse. The nurse got up and left the room.
"I know you hate me more than anything in the world. For Mom, I was the woman who came into this family and ruined everything" Winarsih said, taking a comb from the dresser.
Winarsih looked at the reflection of Bu Amalia who was looking at him sharply through the glass.
Slowly Winarsih combed the hair of her mother-in-law who used to be neatly woven. The skin of the old woman's face, so white as marble. With deep black hair decorated with white hair sheets, the appearance of the woman was still very beautiful despite being in pain.
His weight has shrunk a lot because he often refused food. Her spirit to heal was like yawning due to the lack of support from a family that rarely met her.
Mba Anggi, Dean's brother who is in the Netherlands and works as a Lecturer said he could not return in the near future because of important seminars that were taking place at the university where he worked.
Dean's elder brother promised to return to Indonesia the following month when the seminar had ended.
There was a knock at the door and Mba Tina and Nurse appeared with a tray of new food and a pair of brooms and a snare.
Still combing her hair, Winarsih supervises Mba Tina's work to completion.
"The food tray can be put here only Sus," Winarsih pointed at the dressing table with her chin.
"After that the Sister can go to the dining room of the employee. Take a break, it's okay. Let me prepare Mom." Winarsih tidied up Ms. Amalia's hair and combed her partially to the front of the shoulder.
"If you don't like me, you have to be healthy to be angry with me. I don't like to see Mom who is usually full of energy even so," said Winarsih while keeping her wheelchair away and pulling a dressing chair to sit on.
Now Winarsih sat facing the Mother-in-law who looked disgusted at her. If only Ms. Amalia could speak, maybe the old woman would have scolded her.
"Now you have to eat. I know you don't like me in this room. Especially when I sit here. My mother would not look at my face. But I will continue to be in this room, if you don't want to eat. If necessary I will ask permission to Mr. Dean to sleep with Mom here." Winarsih took the plate and scooped the mushy rice on the plate.
Ms. Amalia was seen snorting and turning her face away.
"Come on, Mom, the faster you eat, the faster you get out of here. I don't have to squirm my face for long." Winarsih lifted her spoon in front of the mouth of Bu Amalia who was still turning her face.
"Will not eat? ok fine. I can't stand sitting here" Winarsih said lowering her plate to her lap.
"I have 38 weeks, Mom, soon I'm born. Mr. Dean's baby grew so healthy that my stomach was this big. I have recently started getting tired. But I don't want to bother Mr. Dean who is concentrating on taking care of Mr. Hartono's case. Although still limping with his cane, but the mother's child is very reliable. I would be proud to have a son like Dean."
Winarsih imagined Dean's face as she said that. Winarsih longs for her late husband who can only often be seen from a distance when talking seriously with others.
"Come on, open her mouth. If you don't eat now, you'll hear me talking all night. Mr. Hartono may soon be home tired. He should see his wife fresh and beautiful arrive home later." Winarsih again lifted her spoon near the mouth of Ms. Amalia.
Slowly, Amalia opened her mouth.
"Yes, Mom, really. Mommy should eat. Mother of this family's life. So mom needs to be healthy. Lighten the burden on my husband's mind Mom. If you're healthy, Mr. Dean, it'll be easier to get everything done." Winarsih looked down because she felt her eyes heat up. He didn't want to cry in front of his mother-in-law.
"A little more Mom, a few more spoons and I'm definitely out of here."
Slowly but surely Winarsih can force Ms. Amalia to spend the rice on her plate. After a little more left, Winarsih approached the phone and called the nurse back to come.
"Sus, I ate and drank. Change clothes and wipe his face. I went outside first, my waist hurts."
After the nurse said that she understood what she was saying, Winarsih went out of the room. And the moment his body had to brake suddenly realized someone was at the door.
Dean caught his wife's body.
"Be careful" said Dean, still hugging his wife.
Although hobbled, Dean embraced his wife walking out of her mother's bedroom door.
"You miss me?" dean looked at his wife's huge belly.
Winarsih looked up at her husband and nodded.
"I'm sorry Win, lately too busy. Until I realized our son was soon born. My son is about to miss his father?" dean asked half a smile.
Winarsih just silently pursed her lips.
"Winding from the expression of his mother, like my son must be missing this," said Dean pushing the door of his room.
The To Be Continued.....
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