My Only One's

Circumstances

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Galang suddenly stopped the speed of his motorbike after passing a Pajero that stopped on the side of a crowded road at work in the afternoon.

From his rearview mirror he saw someone known to be behind the wheel who did not seem okay.

The man turned his head while opening the glass of his helmet, and sure enough, Clarra seemed to stick the back of her head on the back of the back, closing her eyes. Which made him decide to go back to her.

"Are you okay?" swipe when the distance is close to the car.

Clarra did not respond, she kept her eyes closed with her frowns so that both her eyebrows looked earthy. Sweat even appeared to pour on his forehead.

"Clarra?" He knocked on the glass of his car that was tightly closed.

The woman shook her head, but the frown on her forehead became deeper and deeper.

"Cla?" The bar knocked harder.

Clarra finally opened her eyes, and she seemed to catch her breath several times.

"What's wrong?" Galang put his face close to the glass, and he saw the woman who was holding her stomach with a look of pain.

"Cla, open the door. I want to see how you are!" said the man who kept knocking on the window.

Clarra was silent.

"Come on, Cla, open the door!" said Galang again.

There's no other choice. Clarra did what the man said while enduring the intense pain around her stomach.

"Why you?" The barn immediately pulled the door and checked the situation.

"I just ..." Clarra's face paled.

"You sick?"

"It looks like my stomach acid is relapsing" replied Clarra.

"What?"

"My medicine ran out, I forgot ..." and then he whimpered.

Stunned for a while.

"Move to the side" he said after thinking.

Clarra did not immediately comply, but she instead looked at the man who always came at the unexpected moment.

"Move Cla, I'll take the car." He repeated his words.

Clarra had no choice. He was forced to move to the passenger seat on the side after Galang helped him to get up. Then he ran the car after calling someone to take care of the bike he was about to leave.

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"Your stomach acid is bad Cla." The man in white checked his condition.

Without a second thought Galang immediately took her to the hospital as Clarra continued to moan in pain. Especially when she suddenly had a shortness of breath.

"I told you to eat regularly and take your medicine" the doctor said.

"I forgot the doctor."

"Definitely because it's so busy?"

"That's how."

"Next time not again. Too late a little, could be dangerous." Doctor warned.

"Have you called Mr Fahmi?" The doctor turned to Galang who had been standing near the examination bed. Listen to the conversation in silence.

"It has. Maybe he'll come soon." Error answering.

"Alright, then let him rest while he waits."

Galang nodded his head.

"Don't release the oxygen first huh? at least for the next hour. I have also injected drugs, hopefully the pain subsides." said the doctor who then resigned afterwards.

Galang looked at the weak-looking Clarra. His face was pale with the oxygen mask he was wearing. His shortness of breath was severe enough that he had to use the device.

He approached and opened his mouth to speak, but Clarra stopped him immediately.

"Don't ask anything, don't say anything. Because I don't want to say anything." said the woman, firmly as usual. His circumstances like that did not even undermine his decisiveness.

Galang sighed softly, and he unbundled his intentions. Avoiding debates that might happen afterwards.

"Clarra?" The door opened with the voice of the woman calling.

Two people inside looked at him simultaneously.

Vita and Fahmi rush inside, then check on their daughter.

"You okay? What's going on?" Vita hugged him tightly. He seems so worried.

While Galang retreated to give space to the two middle-aged people.

"It's okay Ma."

"Have anyone come? Who's handling it?" Fahmy did the same.

"Doctor Syahril."

"What did the doctor say?" Vita turned to Galang who was silent at the end of the bed.

The man looked up with a hint of surprise

"Mh ...."

"What's the situation so bad that he has to be brought here?" ask Vita again.

"His stomach acid is coming back, and the doctor said it's really bad?" Error answering.

"Clarra! You must have forgotten to take the medicine again?" Vita turned back to her daughter.

"You're not eating regularly anymore?"

The woman did not answer.

"Mama told you not to forget!"

"I know, sorry."

"Oh, you're making us worry!"

"Sorry."

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"Go home, Clarra's fine." Vita came out of the ward and found Galang who was still in the waiting chair.

"Will he be treated?"

"It looks like tonight, yeah."

"Thank you" Vita told the man.

"Sorry it's been a hassle."

Galang shook his head. "It's okay Mom. I happen to be passing by."

"Yes, lucky you passed by, otherwise ...." The middle-aged woman took a deep breath.

"Did Clarra have been sick like this for a long time?" So I decided to ask.

A few moments there and listening to the conversation made him feel curious about the state of his senior.

"Speaking third grade High School. The beginning of college was even worse, he experienced anxiety and gerd."

"What's that?"

"It's worse than stomach acid itself."

"Why could that be?"

"He had depression."

"Depression?"

Vita nodded her head.

"We are really fighting to recover it. And these seven years worked, but his habit of always working too hard made him often forget his own circumstances. And this incident must be because he forgot to eat and take his medicine?"

Galang recalled the incident earlier this afternoon in the cafeteria when the woman left before touching her food.

"Last afternoon he didn't eat. But time just makes the disease recur?"

"Actually there are many factors, and we don't know which caused him to experience this. He's very closed."

"Then what should I do? Does he need treatment?"

"Nothing, only to be handled like this later he will recover on his own. The rest, the habits alone should be changed."

Galang nodded his head.

"Now go home, you must be exhausted" said Vita again.

"It's okay, just a little help."

"Just as if you saved our son. Now go home, tomorrow you have to work, right? And I'm sure your job will be more because it looks like Clarra won't be working for at least two days."

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of the job."

"Okay, thanks again."

"Yes Ma'am" said Galang, who then left after seeing Clarra's condition which turned out to be asleep in Fahmi's care.

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Connect ....

hopefully today will be smooth again, so I can continue to be crazy up.

like the prize still awaited.

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