My best friend my husband

Chaptre 44.Feeling of Loss

At night, Azlan was still waiting for Dara to wake up from her stupor.

Chequek.

He turned his head towards the door as he was alone in the VVIP ward.

"I'm going to check on your wife, sir," the woman said.

He allowed doctors and nurses to see the condition of his wife. They checked their body temperature, heart rate, changed the infusion fluid and checked their eyes using a special flashlight.

"It looks like the patient has a lack of blood" the doctor murmured. Azlan could only quietly look at the activities of those who were taking blood samples.

"I'll check the patient's blood."

Azlan nodded his head then they passed leaving behind the two.

Before long, they returned with a letter.

"Patients have AB blood type, we have that blood stock. Do you approve it?"

"Yes, please. Do anything until my wife recovers."

The doctor nodded his head in understanding Azlan's current state. He tells Azlan to sit on the couch and they perform a blood transfusion for Dara.

"If the blood runs out, you can press the button next to the gurney" the nurse said, leaving Azlan.

On one hand, he was hungry. Because it hasn't filled his stomach since last afternoon. But, on the other hand he was eager to stare at the namik hazel brownies. Tare. He wanted to see his wife and look at her.

"Are you not hungry? Open your eyes, baby. Sister misses your cooking, sister misses your smile, sister misses your eyes."

There was no reply from the woman who was officially his wife. He just closed his eyes and didn't flinch.

Azlan wiped away the trail of tears that had wetted his cheeks violently, he picked up the phone to order food online only.

"What do you want to eat? The fruit? Brother will order. But, quickly open your eyes," pinta Azlan while holding back her sobs so as not to make a sound.

Chequek.

The door of the room opened.Fisya mother who saw the scene could only cry and wipe her tears. He had gone to Azlan's house to bring some clothes belonging to Azlan and Dara and also other equipment.

"You haven't eaten yet?"

Azlan immediately wiped away his tears. He did not hear the door because he was crying while holding his wife's hand.

"I ordered it, Mom. Soon it will come. Mommy has eaten?" ask her with a trembling voice.

"Already," answered Mother Fisya briefly.

"Sorry, the mother had forbidden Dara to go to the supermarket. We were making a cake, and I didn't know that some of the ingredients made the cake were over. So, Dara bought it."

"It's okay, bun. It's fate, we can only pray our best."

"Where is Chaca?Where dad "asked Azlan, diverted the conversation.

"At home, you stay because you have promised to leave for a while. Sorry, yes Azlan. Mother can not accompany you to take care of Dara. I still have business with the office branch that is problematic." said the mother

"It's okay, bun. Careful, yeah."

Mother Fisya smiled and kissed her son's forehead affectionately before he left the hospital.

Shortly after the departure of Fisya's mother, Azlan's mobile phone vibrates indicating the food has arrived.Azlan out of the nursery Dara took his order.

"Thank you." Azlan gave the money to a man who delivered his food and re-entered the hospital.

While at the kang Yuri place

Kang Yuri is very happy to be able to make Dara in pain due to her actions. He smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the alcohol in the small glass.

Her memory goes back to spinning when she was still dating Azlan. Where they walk together in the famous mall in Korea, buy a couple, play in the park, enjoy the twilight on Jeju island, feel the embrace, smile and attention Azlan to him.

"It feels like de javu. But, because of that woman, everything is gone" she said. His face flushed because he consumed too much alcohol.

She's a strong woman in the liquor business. He laughed again considering Dara's blood coming out of his body.

"In a few weeks, I'm going to Indonesia. Just looking at their condition, whether they will be of interest or vice versa."

He stepped into the room by holding the wall as his pedestal. His head was heavy and dizzy, his stomach was a little turbulent and he held everything up to the bed.

"You know Azlan, I'm so sorry to break our relationship. I thought you were going to be a bum in Indonesia, you turned out to be the CEO and the richest man in your business."

His eyes were closed after he said that.

At 23:41 AM local time, Dara was washed out of her stupor after the blood ran out when Azlan finished dinner.

He looked at Azlan's face sleeping on the part of his arm perched on Azlan's broad shoulder.

Azlan who put his wife's little hand on the shoulder so that he could sleep soundly because of that touch.

Dara pulled out her hand and took the water bottle on the nightstand and gulped it down. His throat felt very dry after a few hours he was unconscious.

But Azlan had not yet sensed Dara's presence.

His hand touched the surface of his stomach which was a little sore. He felt no movement inside. Maybe the fetus is asleep, thought Dara. .

He lay down again and placed his hand on Azlan's shoulder as before. He smiled as Azlan took very good care of him.

Morning

In the morning, Azlan woke up and saw Dara who was still closing her eyes with the same position as yesterday. He took a bottle of water and was astonished.

"Why a little, huh?"

His head looked back.

There was no one here except himself with Dara.

Azlan walked towards the suitcase where Fisya's mother carried her belongings in full. He took a towel, bath soap, facial soap, toothbrush and toothpaste and went into the bathroom to clean because he had not had a bath.

***

When he came out of the bathroom in casual clothes, he turned to Dara who was eating a fruit salad. Earlier this morning, Azlan had ordered a 2-course fruit salad for him and Dara.

"Dear."

Dara stopped feeding herself and turned to look at Azlan who was being hit by longing. Seconds later he ran up the gurney and hugged Dara who was surprised by Azlan's action outside the limits.

"Gosh, baby. Finally you realize too, brother misses," Azlan said as he hugged her tightly.

"The salad will spill."

Azlan let go of their embrace and looked at the fruit salad in Dara's grasp.

"Want to eat porridge?" ask Azlan.

Dara shook her head as she would be nauseous tasting food other than fruit and bread.

"Stand, yeah. I'll call the doctor first."

Azlan moved from the gurney out of his room to the doctor's room. They walked where Dara was stationed. Check Dara's situation and tell her that Dara can go home. With the help of a wheelchair.

In his house

Arriving in the room, Azlan carried Dara ala bridal style to their bed and brought food and a glass of warm chocolate milk.

Azlan feeds Dara painstakingly though sometimes Dara drops her mouth and she does not feel nausea. He finally finished the food.

"Sister, how come there's no movement, huh?"

Azlan's activity stopped and then switched to Dara's tiny hand rubbing her stomach.

'Do I have to say it now?' his inner.

Azlan positioned his seat facing Dara . The owner of the hazel brownie was waiting for an answer from him.

"I'm sorry, you're bleeding badly. So, the fetus we've been caring for all this time, can't be saved."

The deg!

Like lightning in broad daylight, Dara cried hearing the bad news. She cried in her husband's arms while squeezing Azlan's clothes .

"Maybe God can't leave us, so we need to be patient and put in more effort."

Azlan rubbed Dara's small back so that her crying subsided.

He let go of his embrace and looked at Dara's face reddened and wet from her tears.

"It's okay," he whispered.

Sorry for typo 🙏🙏