
Raka continued to look at the baby who was in the transparent looking glass box. He wanted her to hold and hold the baby. But unfortunately, doctors do not allow it because it must be immediately put into a sterile incubator room.
After the nurse brought the baby, Raka looked back at the doctor who was still standing there. He has not yet received an answer about his wife.
“How is Zia, doc. Why do I ask you not to answer?”
The doctor looked at Raka sighing. “He was in a coma, Mr. Raka,” he said quickly. “I'm sorry. I let you down, I can't live up to your expectations.” The doctor felt guilty.
“But he'll heal right, doc?”
“Pray only, we the doctors can not determine. Only the Almighty has the right to decide the fate of Zia.” The doctor looked down disappointed that he could not bring happy news to his patients.
The coma? Is it better than death? At least there is still hope for Zia to be cured.
"Can I see him, doc?" raka asked to look at the door of the room in front of him as if he could not wait to see Zia's situation.
"You can meet him after he's transferred to the incentive room. It shouldn't take too long, the nurse is taking care of it now. When all is done, they will tell you.
But one thing you need to know, you can't talk to her that makes her sad, because she hears all the sounds when someone talks, but she can't answer. I hope you can tell a good story so that he feels excited again to fight for life. Pray, may he be well.” The doctor patted Raka on the shoulder and passed away.
A few minutes the doctor left the nurse approached Raka, allowing her to immediately see Zia, because she had moved the room.
Raka immediately entered the room that the nurse had pointed out. The man saw Zia's body stiffened. Filled with hoses all over his limbs, his eyes closed.
There was at least a glimmer of hope in Raka's heart because Zia was still alive despite being in a coma. He promised to make Zia heal as she was.
Raka clasped Zia's cold soft hand and then kissed it accompanied by tears dripping in his wife's hand. “I'm sure, baby. Surely you will not leave us alone, surely you will fight. For the sake of me and our daughter,” he said with trembling lips.
“You can rest Zia. But don't take too long, you know for yourself, right? If one day I can't without talking or sleeping with you.” Raka showered Zia's forehead with a kiss.
After making sure Mama Clarys was okay, Vita went into the room where Raka was. The woman held onto Raka's shoulder from behind. “Kak,” call it.
Raka rubbed her tears and turned towards her.
“I've found the best doctor for sister Zia. Now we have to prepare for Zia's departure to Singapore. He will be given the best treatment there, and hopefully he can be aware soon from the coma.” Vita looked at Zia expectantly. I wish her sister-in-law could hear her voice.
“Do anything, Vita. Provided that it makes Zia recover as before I will follow it.”
“Sore this the medical team will accompany him there. I've prepared personal jets ready to use.”
“I'll accompany him, Vita. I'll keep it with her, I'll have baby Zika."
Vita nodded. “Good brother," he replied.
Zika is a name that has been in the arrangement of Zia and Raka from far away. The name Zika is a combination of the names of the two. They hope that Zika can have a strong love, like the love of both of them.
When the afternoon arrived the hospital prepared Zia to be brought to Singapore by Raka. Mama Clarys and Vita both let go when they entered the ambulance that was going to private jets on the runway.
A million hopes when the car was not seen again. Zia's cured, Zia's healed Zia's definitely healed. That's Vita and Clarys' hope. Now her job is to keep baby Zika in check until Zia returns.
Photo by Beby Zika Sanjaya ....
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