Mahligai Infidelity
- Changing Likes
“Pak.”
A nurse passing in front of Arkan approached Arkan who was sitting in a chair in front of the operating room.
The nurse noticed blood dripping from Arkan's elbow.
“Pak, it looks like your hand is injured,” said the nurse.
The sleeves of a white shirt that keeps getting wet, accompanied by a droplet of Sarah on a white tile.
“Ah yes, it seems so,” said Arkan whose eyes have been lit with fireflies since.
“Father want to come with me to the treatment room? I can help you clean your wounds,” said the nurse.
“But I am still waiting for my wife,” Arkan said. He refused to move on like that door. He was waiting for news from within, what if the doctor needed him and he did not feel that way?
“It only takes five minutes. I don't think the operation inside is going to be completed in that time. And if your wife sees your hand like this won't she be sad?”
“Which room is next to?” ask Arkan.
“I nurse in the maternity room section. Two rooms from here,” said the nurse as she pointed at a door not far from it.
“Let's come with me sir,” the nurse continued.
Arkan left to move from where he sat to a room.
“Who's in,” asked the other nurse as Arkan entered the room.
“Home from a patient who is in surgery.” Yayuk replied to another nurse.
Yayuk started wearing medical gloves, then prepared a basket filled with gauze, scissors and antiseptics.
The nurse rolled up Arkan's blood-soaked sleeves to get close to the elbow. A small, fairly deep tear wound sits two fingers above the elbow.
“The gaffer's wounds are quite deep, bleeding still occurs due to indirect in the bandage.”
“The machine is open only yuk, can not be used again,” the nurse's advice in recent times.
“Mother can open father's shirt? It must be uncomfortable to wear clothes that have a lot of blood spots like this.”
“But my clothes are in the car,” replied Arkan.
“Bapak can wear patient clothes,” he said.
“Seeing from the wound, it should be stitched. But you don't have those memories, you have to sign up for me in the“-section
“No, I didn't get there. I have to wait for my wife in the operating room,” reject Arkan.
“Yes already, we help bandage so the bleeding can stop,” said the nurse.
Once in the bandage, Arkan is given a hospital pajama top.
That's when her phone rings.
“Arkan you dimna? Mama's going there now,” Jenny said in a panicked tone.
“In Pluit ma hospital, Wulan is still in operating room,” ucao Arkan.
“Mama almost to.”
“Thanks sus,” says Arkan.
He immediately walked out of the room back to the front door of the operating room.
Once there, the lights above the door were still on sign the operation was still ongoing.
It's been an hour, and no one's been out of that operating room yet.
Arkan sat folding both his hands towards the chin.
“Yes god, hopefully Wulan can get through this smoothly,” murmured.
“Arkan,” Jeny's voice accompanied by footsteps approaching Arkan.
“How is Operation?” ask Jenny. His voice was hunting because he had just run from the car park to the room. “What happened?” continues asking.
“Operation still ongoing.”
Panic, and anxiety surround Arkan's feelings. But he tried to calm down.
“Wulan must be fine,” Jenny hugs lightly her son's body. Then he woke up with the clothes Arkan was wearing at the time. “Your clothes?”
“My book is full of blood, the nurses just lent me this shirt.”
“What is the usual childbirth operation during this ma?” ask Arkan.
“At most one hour.”
“Wulan has been over an hour inside.”
“What happened inside?”
“What are their circumstances?”
He tried to stand up, but the feeling of daze and dizziness made him have to last a few more moments in the seat.
Moments later the door of the operating room opened, a baby box was pushed out of the room.
“Family mother Wulan?” say the doctor who pushed the baby out of the room.
Arkan moved from his seat to the glass box. A little baby was lying there.
“That's my grandson doc?” jenny asked happy and full of days.
“How are things?” ask Arkan.
“His baby is very healthy and strong. A handsome baby boy,” said the doctor.
“My wife?” ask Arkan.
“The wife of the father is still not human.”
“What is the operation smoothly?”
“Although it was a shock due to lack of blood, but your wife is fine now.”
“Sgratitude.”
Hearing the doctor's words, Arkan's feelings became slightly relieved. There was nothing he wanted to hear other than the state of the wife.
Slowly he dropped his knees on the floor. The stiff and tense feeling throughout Arkan's body has now turned to relief. At the same time his body felt faint, he could not help but feel dizzy in his head. The room around him seemed to revolve around his head until he really fell on the floor.
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In a large room, two beds were adjacent to two patients on the bed.
The clock shows at 9 p.m.
The index tip of Wulan's fingers moved a small sign that he was almost awake at that time.
“Bu, sister Wulan is aware,” said Irma while continuing to pay attention to her fingers.
Bi Indun and Jeny also paid attention to Wulan's fingers.
“Wulan, dear,” call Jenny while rubbing her head.
Jenny's call made Wulan blink, she heard their words. But his eyes still felt heavy to open.
“Kek Wulan is awake,” said Irma a little clearer.
“Can I have a nurse bring her baby here? So that when Wulan realized he could directly see the baby.” said bi Indun.
“My baby? Is my baby okay? Mas Arkan?”
Slowly Wulan opened both of his eyes.
Still under the influence of the anesthetic Wulan stared one by one the faces in the room. Grandpa, mama, bi Indun, Irma and Zaka and Buto at the end of the room.
They smiled looking at Wulan with happy sentences.
A nurse pushed a glass box into the room.
“Bayo me?” the baby was laid beside her. A tiny baby with thick hair and light pink skin.
The sound of a small cry came out from that tiny mouth. Wulan stared with tears in her eyes.
“Mas Arkan, our baby.” said Wulan weakly.
“Mas Arkan? I don't see it in this room.”
“Mas Arkan?” wulan asked while looking at Jenny.
“Arkan him,” Jenny shifted a little reproach for Wulan saw Arkan.
“Mas, Arkan mas why ma?” ask Wulan.
“He's still asleep. Your husband is fine. He was just a little weak from losing a lot of blood. The doctor said he was tired and sleep-deprived, so he was given sleeping pills.”
“Pardon Wulan mas, Wulan acts alone as Wulan pleases. Mas like this because wulan.”
“Already, try to see your baby, he definitely does not want to see his mother cry sadly on the first day he was present in the world,”.
Wulan wiped her tears, then dyed the tiny head with tenderness. His eyes were still teary-eyed, yet his lips were smiling looking at the tiny face that continued to wriggle in his arms.
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TBC…
