My madam, my poison

Is that karma?

Still in the hospital.

I woke up when the clock showed at two in the morning and could not go back to sleep until morning. My feelings are really not because especially my late father had come to me in a dream.

In the dream he said that I must be strong to face this test.

Not long ago Adhan dawn reverberate. With my current state I am unable to take ablution water. I remember a time ago when a sick mother was holed up by doing tayamum on the walls of the room. I did the same thing Fabian taught me at the time.

I had just finished my duty as a Muslim when suddenly there was a noise from outside my treatment room.

"What's the noise this early in the morning?" muttered.

That's when a nurse came into my room. He's not Mayra.Kurasa new working hours will start at eight in the morning.

"Good morning, Mrs Azzura" he said.

"Good morning, Sister."

"His infusion bottle is gone. Why didn't anyone tell the nurse to replace it with a new infusion bottle?"

"Sorry, Sister. I'm alone here. No one's waiting for me."

"Don't you have a husband or a brother?"

"My husband's at home, Sus. Taking care of my mother-in-law and our daughter who is two months old" I explained.

The nurse understood.

"Well, I take the infusion bottle first" the treatment said as it moved from my treatment room. 

The door of the room opened, and I looked outside. Athaghfirullah! Did I not see wrong? Looks like I just saw a nurse pushing a patient trolly, and that patient was Fabian.

I rubbed my eyes, making sure my eyes didn't have any problems. A few moments after the first trolly passed in front of my treatment room, another trolly appeared behind him.

"Mother!" my peek.

What's the matter? Why are Fabian and Mom in this hospital? Are my feelings that were not calm related to them? Did something happen to them? Lord, protect my husband and mother-in-law.

The nurse named Diana returned to my treatment room with a new bottle of infusion.

"Sorry, Sister. If I may know outside what storms are there?" my many.

"A man in his thirties and a woman whose mother may have been the victim of a gas cylinder explosion in their home" the nurse explained.

Athaghfirullah! From the features mentioned just now, it seems like I did not look wrong. The two trolly patients I just saw passing in front of my treatment room were Fabian and mom.

I tried my hardest to get out of my bed. But my efforts failed. My body just collapsed back.

"Where are you going? If you want to go to the toilet, let me help you" said sister Diana, who had just finished installing a new infusion bottle.

"I'd like to see a patient who has just arrived. I fear they are my husband and mother-in-law" I replied.

"Mom's condition is still too weak, you should rest a lot."

"I beg you, Sus. I have to see them."

The nurse thought for a moment.

"Alright, I'll take the wheelchair first" he said. He also left my treatment room. He returned shortly with a wheelchair.

With his help I moved from the patient's bed to the wheelchair. He pushed the wheelchair towards the emergency room, which was just a few rooms away from my treatment room.

The closer I got to the room, my heart was beating a few times faster than before. I hope the patient in the room is not Fabian and mom.

"Sorry, Doctor. This mother wants to make sure that the patient in this room is her family" sister Diana told the doctor who was about to enter the action room.

"Please."

The door of the room opens. My body was shaking violently, with both hands and feet suddenly feeling cold.

"Astaghfiullah!" I covered my mouth with both hands. The patient was Fabian and the mother. 

"Mas Fabian.

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