Match Again
S2 Episode 4's
After signing the procedure. The operation will be done soon. Raka just stood weakly watching the doctors put so many hoses on Zia's body.
There was not the slightest trace of Zia's face looking scared or sad. She always smiled at the husband next to her.
Not for Vita and Clarys, although trying to hold back tears but the water droplets came out of his eyes. He could not see Raka who loved his wife very much and had to let go just like that.
After installing the hoses the doctor backwards giving space. They gave Zia and Raka time to talk.
Zia smiled as if to calm the husband's heart. He raised his hand to reach Raka. Soon the man clasped tightly onto the tender hand that had been affectionately caressing him all along.
“I'm saying goodbye, baby. Please take care of our child, yes.” He still smiles knot.
“We'll take care of him together, baby. You're gonna be fine. I'm sure it's.”
“Hopefully dear,” Reply Zia ogled.
Clarys and Vita are approaching. They wanted to talk to Zia. But before the Clarys spoke, Zia was ahead of her.
“Ma, why cry? I'll be fine. You guys are sure of the miracle of God, aren't you?”
“Iya I'm sure. Miracle will surely be with you,” sergeant Raka.
“Sorry, Gentlemen. It's time for Ms. Zia to be taken to the operating room,” said the nurse ordered by the doctor to take Zia to the operating room.
“Wait a minute, sus.” Zia looked at Raka deeply while smiling bitterly her lips trembled in tears, not out of fear of dying, nor fear of going to the operation. But he was afraid if Raka felt like she lost him after leaving later.
“Sweetie I have our son. Take good care of him, don't let him feel less affection. Loving you Raka, I love you so much .. If I don't come back later I will wait in eternity. I'm sure because our love will be met there,” said Zia tears flowed just like that.
“I will always hope that you are okay, Zia. Never say anything like that, I love you as much as you do. If you don't come back later, I don't know what to do.” Raka kissed Zia's forehead Gently as she said, “Fight for us dear ...”
Zia closed her eyes while nodding faintly.
Raka also took off a kiss on Zia's forehead when the nurse came to take her to the operating room. Clarys could not hold back the crying needed Vita. They accompanied the bangkar who brought Zia.
Along the way Raka clasped Zia's hand tightly while showering with a kiss. As if I don't want to be left out.
“Fight, darling. I'm sure everything must be fine,” he said as he pushed towards the operating room.
And arriving in front of the room a smile still emanated from Zia's face. Slowly, Raka's grasp began to slip from her hand as the nurse brought her body into the room.
Zia's eyes bristled, the bright lights on it suddenly dimmed. Slowly Zia began to become unconscious. The doctor also started the action.
Raka sagged in front of the room crying, her heart as if wanting to escape right now. Feelings of anxiety, accompanied by fear of bursting into one.
Zia was his life, still remembered for the greatness of memory when fighting, joking, spoiled. It was like a movie playing again in his brain.
Five hours of operation were performed. But no doctors came out of it yet. Raka is increasingly made anxious while Mama Clarys faints from crying too much and not eating anything from yesterday.
Raka's appearance was so chaotic at the moment. For a minute he did not want to switch or move from there. The man even paced back and forth like an iron in front of the room.
He was worried about what was going on in there. If she could open the door she would hug Zia and make sure that everything was okay.
Until the operating light above the door of the room goes out. Hopefully anxious he stood at the doorway waiting for the doctor to come out.
Czechs ....
The door opened the female head doctor came out with her face down.
He immediately looked over and approached the doctor. But seeing the look on the woman's face made Raka more anxious and curious.
“How about Zia, doc?” tanyakanya.
“Constrate your heart, Mr. Raka. Zia, dia-”
“He's why, doc? She's okay, doc?”
Not yet over Raka asked the sound of the push of the train carrying the baby bok was brought out by the nurse. It looked like a tiny baby inching so innocently was fast asleep.
Raka's heart trembled as she looked at the fruit of her heart. It was true what Zia said. The baby is very similar to his mother.
The baby covered with the glass box looked so peaceful. Only his lips were twitching as if he wanted to drink milk.
"He's my baby, doc?" Raka looked at the doctor standing beside her.
The doctor replied smilingly as he nodded.
“Congratulations, Sir. Your daughter has been born, but we are sorry we have to take her to the incubator because the birth process is less months, therefore it must keep the baby sterile and warm,”, said the nurse.
