My husband, Doctor Adrian

Surgys

ADRIAN'S POV

I opened the patient file I just received from Doctor Jonathan on my laptop. Then I read the patient's data in origin, focusing only on the patient's medical history. I pressed the computer mouse button to see the next page, sometimes to go back to the previous page.

But wait, this medical history is not foreign. I've seen it before.

The corner of my eye caught the name and date of birth I knew.

Luna.

My breath's stuck. Mamma.

I opened the ticketing site. I pressed the mouse button very quickly.

Bujumbura Jakarta's.

Bujumbura Jakarta's.

Bujumbura Jakarta's.

That's all I think about. I bought a ticket for the fastest flight to Jakarta, which is four hours away. I prayed in my heart that Mama would be able to hold on until I got to the operating room. I held back my common sense from thinking of someone I shouldn't have thought of, but failed.

How's Lula?

Is he okay?

My mother was the only family member she had.

And i'm.. I never contacted him. I never found out about him again, after our last meeting. After, I hurt him again. He changed his phone number, even his bank account. It was as if he no longer wanted to have any business with me. I deserve this. The punishment I'm going to carry for the rest of my life. Living without him.

Emotions beat my mind. I know I'm not good for Lula. But why would I regret not being next to her now? I don't even think about how much I don't have surgery anymore. I knew that I had to do it. I have to save Mama. Lula can't lose anyone else. Not after all the pain I've caused.

I got up and ran to fill my backpack. I can buy other things I need in Jakarta.

Ting tong's..

My apartment bell rings. I ran and opened the door.

Syena.

We live in the same apartment building. He lives upstairs. We usually go to the hospital together. The distance between the hospital and our apartment is quite close, so we can walk there.

"Your tumben is neat? These.. I brought some food for.." Syena said, I've raised my hand, interrupted.

"Syen, sorry I have to go to Jakarta now." I went back to my apartment and packed up.

Syena followed me from behind.

"What's? What's up?" tanyanya.

"My mother-in-law, she needs surgery right away. The situation is urgent. Flight's in four hours."

Syena was at a loss for words. I finished packing a few minutes later.

"Syen, I leave the hospital." I said as I wrapped my backpack around my shoulder.

"Yes, of course. Let me know when you arrive. I hope everything's gonna be okay."

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Arriving at the hospital, several senior doctors greeted me. I rushed to the operating room. The doctors seemed so grateful that I arrived on time.

I spent the next few hours in the operating room. I know the success rate of this surgery is very small, the patient only has less than five percent chance of survival. During surgery, the patient must be fitted with a heart-lung machine. The risk that will be passed is very large. Even so, I will try my best.

"Scalpel?" I asked Doctor Jonathan.

He gave me a scalpel. I did what I had to do. I haven't done this in a long time, but apparently both my hands still remember their duties.

I don't know how many hours we've been in this operating room. It's probably been over five hours. It's cold, but our sweat is pouring out. I'm very anxious, not only because this is my first operation in a long time, but also because of who's lying here.

"I think it's done." (I think it's done) I said after a job that requires focus and precision is very high. I stared at the electrocardiogram machine, making sure the patient's entire vitals were in stable condition.

"Good, Doc. We're going to do the patient's heart closure." said Dr. Jonathan. Closure of the organ is usually done by a more junior doctor.

"Let's hope for the best." I said. I nodded towards Doctor Jonathan and walked towards the door. A nurse helped me take off my gloves.

Another young doctor followed me.

"Doctor, is the doctor willing to talk to the patient's family?" ask the Doctor.

Lula.

There is no doubt in my mind. I really wanted to meet with Lula and strengthen her. I nodded and the doctor allowed me to enter the waiting room.

I put words in my head.

Imagine his face, his voice, his body.

I want to ask you what happened during my departure.

I want to explain Mama's operation that can be said to be successful.

Explaining to him the exact terms of medicine confused him.

And what's more, I want to hug her.

I opened the mask and my headgear, when I arrived at a door that connected us to the waiting room. At the door, there was a small chest-high window so I could see who was on the other side.

L saw.

Lula.

He sat in a chair in the waiting room. His face looks so tired. His eyes. I can't see his whole body from here, can only see his face. But it was enough to relieve my fatigue.

One step away I opened the door when someone touched Lula's face and pulled her to lean on the person's shoulder. The person who had been at least since when was next to him. The person I didn't realize was there since, because my eyes were focused on Lula.

I don't know what I'm feeling. Sick, or disappointed. But strangely, there was a slight feeling of relief. Relieved that he was not alone waiting there. Relieved because there are shoulders for where to lean. Everyone in the world can say that I'm a loser, because I'm more willing to look at it that way than to hurt him more.

I'm like waking up. Maybe he has forgotten me. Maybe he doesn't lack anything now. Maybe I should, I'm not messing up anything anymore.

"It is better that Doctor Jonathan will see the patient's family" I said quickly to the young doctor.

"But, Doc.."

I think I've let it go. But why does it hurt to see him with other men?

I hurried away from there, because I could no longer see the scene in the room.

SERIATE..