Match Again

The S2 Epsode 3

With all the approval, Zia is getting ready to perform a caesarean section at the city's top hospital. Raka pushed the wheelchair from the hospital courtyard into the house.

Along the way, Mama Clarys kept praying, begging for Zia and her baby. Although the doctor said that if one of them would not be able to survive Clarys sure, the miracle must be there. Zia will definitely stay alive and be reunited with her child.

While Raka was unmoved speechless anymore. The feeling in his heart raged like a slash when he imagined the incident he did not want to do.

The doctors were also lined up in the hospital yard to welcome Raka's arrival. One of the female nurses came forward and approached her, Raka said,

“Let me help, Mr.”

“No need, let me bring my own wife into.” Raka walked past the nurse, continuing to push the chair inside.

“I can walk by myself, dear.” Zia looked up to stare at Raka behind her. “No need to use a wheelchair like, it would be better.”

Raka stopped her steps. “Alright, I will not use a wheelchair,” he said. Walking forward Zia bent her body and lifted her from the chair.

“What are you doing?” Zia ter sesigap's. Shame because many people are behind them.

“I just want to carry my child and wife together,” kekehnya keep walking to bring Zia to the room that has been prepared.

The doctors followed him from behind. Heading to the VIP room he had prepared from far away.

The big door was opened wide Zia wrapped her hands around Raka's neck. With a deep gaze Raka looked at him as if she did not want to turn away from him.

“Have seen it, I'm so embarrassed.” Patting Raka's cheeks slowly on the sidelines of her sling as her cheeks flushed like tomatoes.

“You must be happy right? Got a husband as handsome as me.” Raka chuckled put Zia's body slowly like expensive porcelain would be fragile if shifted just a little to the top of the bed.

Before going to the hospital Zia asked Mama Claris, Vita and Raka for a request. He did not want to see anyone among them shed tears. Zia wants them to leave everything to the Almighty. If he was outlined today would die he accepted. And if given the opportunity to live he will be grateful for still being able to take care of the baby with the husband.

Despite wanting to cry, Clarys' mother, who was standing at the door, held him back. Though a tear escaped from his petals. Quickly he immediately wiped the water and stepped closer to the two of them.

“Raka, see a doctor in his room. He's waiting for you there,” he said.

Raka looked at Zia. As if the weight would not leave him. Because he knew, after arriving at the doctor's room, surely the doctor would order him to immediately sign the approval letter of the operation.

Zia's request asks that her baby be preserved. With a heavy heart and a whole family deal he finally agreed to his wife's request.

With heavy steps Raka opened the door of doctor Sesil's room. The tub pulls the anchor as it steps into the room.

The doctor who was beautiful with a smile captivated anyone who saw it was throwing a smile at Raka. Looks unpretentious because they have known in several meetings during the week.

“Please sit down, Mr. Raka.” He raised his hand towards the front seat. After Raka sat down, she sat in her proud chair.

Raka nodded digesting every word from the beautiful doctor.

“The consequences are huge, sir. I hope you can consider this carefully.” The doctor looked at Raka who was looking down. Seeing a man he was very concerned because however the loss of a loved one was very painful. As he had a few months ago.

“What their lives cannot be preserved in both, doc?”

The doctor heard Raka's words. Sontak blinked his eyes gathering the remnants of his consciousness, remembering the flashing back of events how tragic the future husband left.

The woman sighed upholding her sitting position full of confidence. “This is very unlikely that I will try to save the lives of both of them, Sir. I will try this operation will be successful,” said doctor Sesil full confident. He does not want Raka to experience events like he used to where on the wedding day the lover he loved left so tragically.

“I wish you a lot, doc. My wife is everything to me, but I can't dodge a request from her to keep our baby.” Raka's face was bright because she listened to the doctor's words there was a glimmer of hope there.

“I know how you feel, Sir. Because I've experienced it,” murmured the doctor was cryptic. But he immediately broke the daydream from his raccau.

“We're back to the topic, sir. So there are some documents that you should sign immediately.” He moved and brought the documents before Raka. “Here, Mr.” Pointing to where Raka should be signed.

The man's hand trembled as he read the statement on the paper, which said he had to choose his baby to stay alive. As for Zia, there was writing that made her very tight in the chest. That is, I am also responsible if the life of a patient named Zia is not saved. The autographed me below makes a conscious statement that it is choosing my baby to be saved.

Raka read the letter filled with tightness in the chest. Like not wanting to land a pen there. His hands seemed to scream, not wanting to be signed there.

“Master. Are you ready?”

The voice of the doctor disperse Raka's daydream. He immediately looked at Sesil's doctor and said, “Dok, even though I signed this letter, please save them both.”

“Very small possibility, Mr.” The doctor looked at Raka's face pleading that. “But I will try my best. I promise,” said doctor Sesil sure.

“Now all you need to do is sign so that action can be taken immediately.”

Raka immediately signed the documents, full of confidence. He was sure that Zia would definitely stay alive.

Two doctors were in Zia's room. Accompanied by Mama Clarys the woman was very tough, as if ready to lose her life right now.

The doctor checked Zia's condition, from blood pressure, heart rate. One of the doctors brought a syringe, wanted to install an infusion hose into Zia's hand.

Raka came in rounding his eyes. “HEY! What did you do to my wife?”

Everyone in the room turned to him.

“Raka definitely does not want me to be injected again like the incident of the past,” muttered Zia was throwing a lazy breath.

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