MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

The World Seems Collapsed

I looked back. Ulfa apparently tailed. Crying while running is quite draining of energy. Arriving in front of the office, the ambulance car had already walked out the gate. I kept running while panting, trying to catch up, waving, hoping that one of the people in the ambulance would notice my presence. But in fact, the car kept going. I panicked and worried. Sitting on the side of the road, outside the office gate, hugging his knees and sobbing.

"Calm down, Safa." I felt Ulfa touching both sides of this shoulder, "I ordered a taxi online, yes. I followed your husband. Wait a minute, I'll call Mr. Broto for permission" he continued. I am still in my original position.

My tears were getting louder when I remembered that he had been so good, doing all the housework, making coffee, when in the office saw me exhausted he was twitching his shoulders and forehead, he was incessantly seducing me to stop sulking. It should have been .. I'm sorry about him.

I am a fool! Naive! I'm sorry, Cil! Pardon me! I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you.

"Well, here's the cab. Yuk, I'm anther to the hospital where your husband is being treated." Ulfa helped me stand up, and then pulled myself into the car. Then he sat next to me.

"Patience, Fa, let's pray that your husband is okay. Udah dong, cry," said Ulfa while gently rubbing this shoulder. I can't stop crying and blaming myself. Yes, I was wrong, I was outrageous and resulted in a leak accident while working. Maybe he could fall because I failed to focus on cuekin and ketusin from last night.

Argha! I really suck!

"It's over, Fa. Comeon, down!" I followed her when Ulfa led me down in front of a hospital.

"Udah, let me pay for the cab" he said as I paid for the app.

"Are you sure, this is the hospital?" ask me to make sure after the taxi goes.

"Well, according to the info I got, this is the hospital."

I quickly walked in and asked the receptionist where my husband was.

"Sorry, whose husband's name is, huh, ma'am?" ask a woman who is on duty at the reception desk kindly.

"Bokil, um, Miku. Wasn't it! I mean, eum, Dafa. Yes, Dafa." I panicked and stuttered. Ulfa seeks to channel strength and calmness through this gentle swab on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, if I may know whose name is it, Mom? There are some patients here named Dafa."

"Dafa Alfarizki."

"Oh, still in the ER, ma'am."

"Where's the UGD, Ma'am?" This time Ulfa who represented asked. We both went to the ER according to the direction of the administrative officer.

Up in front of the ER the door is still closed. One of the office boys who helped usher the Bocil was standing folding hands on the chest and standing leaning on one side of the wall.

Quickly I approached. "What is the condition of Dafa? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why do I just scream, call for nothing awaited?" Office boy was stupefied. His forehead wiggling. Wonder probably.

"Safa, calm yourself! Ask one-on-one," said Ulfa softly. He continued apologizing on my behalf to the office boy.

"I'm sorry. I'm too worried about my husband's condition."

"Oh, so Bu Safa is Mas Dafa's wife, to?"

So, it turns out this office boy doesn't know that Dafa is my husband. Pantesan was even dumbfounded.

"Yes. He is Dafa's wife. Dafa what's the condition?" Again, Ulfa represents my question.

"Dafa is still handled by the doctor inside," explained the office boy who had introduced himself as Deni.

"Where is the story that he fell so?" my pedicabs.

"How chronological, I don't know either, Mom. He knew he had rolled and fallen down. The possibility of slipping," explained Deni.

"How "wound? Badly huh? Which parts are injured?" Again, I flocked him with a series of questions.

"If it's on his body I don't know what the wound is. That's the one that's bleeding from the head the same side of his eye, ma'am."

After hearing Deni's words, I dazed. Nearly collapsed. These knees feel weak. The bones in the legs do not function to support the body. I'm afraid she's why-why.

"Sit down, Fa!" tell Ulfa while trying to support my trembling and limp body.

I also sit. Heart palpitations are erratically waiting for the doctor to come out. My eyes were fixed on the glass door.

Before long Mr. Broto came, asking the condition of the Bocil. I explained the fact that he was still in there undergoing a series of examinations.

"I'm concerned about what happened to Dafa. You are patient, yes! I'll ask the doctor to do what's best for your husband. And all the medical expenses let me take responsibility," said Mr. Broto later.

"Thank you very much, sir."

When the ER door opened, I quickly stood up, followed by Ulfa and the others. Me, Ulfa and Mr. Broto also Deni simultaneously asked the condition of the Bocil. The doctor was silent for a while, his eyes monitoring us one by one.

"This is all the patient's family?" ask doctor. Only I nodded.

"I'm responsible for all patient care costs, Doc." Mr. Broto said as he greeted the doctor, "So, what is the condition of the patient?" coined.

"The condition of the patient, there is one torn wound on his head for 3 centi." I shut my gaping mouth.

"Then bruises on the temples, and small abrasions on some parts of his body, and all that we have handled as best as possible. The cut was also sewn, and ...."

"If the bones are safe, right, Doc? Nothing's broken or cracked, right?" I interrupted impatiently.

"His bones, there are bruises on his chest, and this is likely to result ...."

"What's going on, Doc?" Again, I interrupted while playing heart sport.

"Maybe because of the bruising on his breastbone it will cause the patient to feel tightness in his chest."

My body was dumbfounded again hearing it all. I feel more guilty. I was also afraid of the worst that could happen to her.

"I beg you to do your best for the patient. Please treat until fully healed. About the cost so that I take care of it will run out of anything," said Mr. Broto. The doctor was ready to provide his best service. Don't forget to say many thanks to Mr. Broto who has been kind.

"That is my responsibility and duty, Safa. Dafa accident while still working hours and still in the office area," added Mr. Broto.

"Yes, Doc, am I allowed to see my husband's condition?"

"It is better to wait for the patient to be transferred to the treatment room first, yes," the doctor advised. I can only obey.

After the doctor decided to treat other patients. Mr. Broto left because there are important things that he must take care of. Deni also returned to the office. Now it is only me and Ulfa who are forced to stay because they do not have the heart of me.

*****

Finally I was able to see Bocil's condition as well after being transferred to the ward. He's still unconscious. His condition is so fucked. A white bandage is coiled around the head, the temples turn blue and small cuts on some parts of his body as well as on the elbows and arms.

As well as an oxygen hose attached to the nose, also an infusion needle stuck on the back of his hand. My tears were dripping again, it felt like I couldn't see it rolling helplessly like this.

I have missed the same mess and its hardship. Missing her little attention was also her romance. It turns out that yes, everything will feel very meaningful when something has been lost.

Nah! I'm not gonna lose him. He will definitely return as he was. Yeah, I'm sure it is. I believe he's a strong and great man.

"Please, Fa, may your husband recover as soon as possible." I nodded at Ulfa's words.

"Yes, thank you for letting me go all this time."

"Together, Fa. No, no need to be formal. Who else is the same."

"Now, my husband has been moved to the ward. I'm a little calm. I can take everything. So, you go back to the office. All of you please take my work," I asked as decently as possible.

"So the story is I got kicked out, huh?"

"That's not what I mean ...." Ulfa chuckled at my guilty expression.

"Yes yes, I understand. Yes, I went back to the office. You are strong and patient. If you need help, don't call me!"

"Ready, Ndan!"

Ulfa went back to the office. I pulled the chair next to Bocil's bed. I held her cold hand. I pecked the back of his hand a few times.

I'm sorry, if I never paid respect to you, I never kissed the back of your hand. Sorry, I can't be a good wife. You always try to be the best for me.

I flinched from the daydreams when I heard him moan. I quickly wiped the tears. I thanked him many times as he opened his eyes. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank God you were conscious. I'm really shrewd. Don't stay with me anymore, yeah! Don't make me afraid anymore" my cerocos while holding her hand. My tears fell again. I sniffled, he's back.

"Why do you see me like that?" I asked as she looked at me with a strange look.

"You ... who?" weak tanyanya. My world seemed to collapse instantly. My heart is bad. All my bones are disappearing. Limply.

Is he amnesiac?