My Only One's

Surgical procedure

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"What the hell is ma'am? look out keep?" Galang almost got out of his bed when his mother looked out the window.

"That's, there's an ambulance coming." replied Mayang who looked down at the area.

"Maybe there was an accident?"

"Yes, it seems so." Then the woman closed the window curtain because the sun sank in the west there was quite blinding to the eye.

And along with that came Clarra who entered in haste then stood close to her back behind the door.

"Where are you from?" Galang immediately asked, making the woman raise her face.

"I ... from ... down, remember?" Clarra answered.

"Oh, .. but I can't go home now huh?" Galang still asks the same thing.

Clarra nodded quickly.

"Oh okay. Just one more night, right? Tomorrow can?"

The woman nodded again.

"Hmm .." Then Galang leaned on the head of the bed.

"You want to go home now it's okay. You have to work tomorrow, right?" said the man again.

"I called Dimitri. I'll work after finishing your business here."

"It's okay, Cla, if it seems like I can do it. So you can go home this afternoon."

"No!" Clarra walked closer. "I've had discussions with Dimitri and some of the staff about this. I've arranged all the schedules for him and he has no problem with that."

"Is that?"

"Yes. So I can take care of your needs first."

"All right then."

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Arfan stops at the emergency department door as the officers manage to bring Amara and Piere unconscious. Followed by some of his men who arrived later with Dygta.

The man forced his way in but the officers and employees managed to hold him back.

"Surge you!" The man shouted.

"Mom!" The area had of course become rowdy, and no one had been able to temper it despite Dygta though. Who hasn't left his side since they learned of the accident that afternoon.

They were almost overwhelmed by a father who had a panic attack and was shocked at the same time. If not for the persistence of Dygta, then it is certain that the area was ravaged in the blink of an eye.

"I know, I know. But let them do their job first." said the woman, sobbing.

Arfan stopped, though his breathing was still roaring and his chest was seen rising and falling rapidly. But Dygta quickly approached and rubbed him so he calmed down.

"Father, relax." She framed her husband's face, then pulled him so that his attention was diverted from the door of the handling room.

"He, .. is after my son." Arfan talk. "But Ara knew nothing. He doesn't even understand."

Dygta nodded his head.

"Yes, yeah. Calm down, they will take care of it." said Dygta again who rubbed her husband's shoulders so that he was calmer.

Arfan then turned around and found three men behind him waiting. He then reacted.

With his long steps he approached them and lashed out blows in turn until the three staggered back.

Dygta closed his eyes with both hands closing his ears.

"When you're twenty-four hours to find that baj*ngan" he said half growled.

Then the men slowly got up, and tried to balance his body. And almost at the same time they wiped the corner of the lips that were bleeding from the blow of the man before him.

"Or consciously resign to pay for your negligence today" Arfan continued in anger.

They nodded in unison, then immediately executed the order after the man finished speaking.

Dygta braced herself to get closer, and she grabbed her husband's hand.

"Sit down first" he said, drawing the man to a seat.

"How can I sit, while my daughter's in there helpless?"

"They'll do their best, believe me." The woman braved herself.

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The door of the handling room opened after a while, and Syahril's doctor came out after carrying out his duties. The man almost went home after again unsuccessfully trying to get Clarra to stay to talk and coincidentally became the only doctor that afternoon.

Arfan and Dygta were immediately alerted as the doctor walked over.

"He had a pretty bad injury. His right knee shifted, as did the fractured bone of his right arm. His elbows even came out of place due to the violent impact on the car door. Also cuts to the head and face due to glass sheets that cannot be avoided during a collision."

"Then Piere?"

"Not as bad as Amara."

Arfan closed his eyes for a moment.

"We've called a few specialists and they're on their way here. I hope it won't be long."

Arfan nodded his head.

Syahril's doctor then checked her phone when the flat object rang. 

"Excuse me a minute." Then he moved away to receive the call.

And the man came back after a while.

"Operation is ready to be performed if you allow. Surgeons and other experts have come" he said later.

"Do it, do your best. Save my son." Arfan answered immediately.

"Well, I'll take care of some things and later there will be officers who also come for approval issues and such."

"Good."

Then Doctor Shahril departed from that place, along with the arrival of Mytha and her husband's wife.

"How about, what about Ara?" The woman immediately rushed to the door of the handling room.

"He's being handled." Arfan answered. "They'll be operating on it soon."

"Operation?" Mytha turned to her ex-husband.

"Why should they operate? Is it bad?"

"Relax Mytha, she …"

"Is the situation so severe that Ara had to be operated on?" The woman half shouted.

"Enough ... severe." Arfan is a little flattened. 

She knew that the woman in front of her would be inflamed if she knew how their daughter was really doing, and that it was certain that it would happen soon. However Mytha should know the situation of Amara.

"Mas! Say it!" The woman approached.

"His face .. was hit by glass, his hands and feet were badly injured, and the doctor will explain it to you and …"

"No! Ara!" Mytha reacted immediately, and she almost collapsed if only Wira did not hold her behind.

"But they'll handle it soon, Mytha. I promise they will do their best for Ara. I promise."

"You'd better keep your promise! You are her father and it is fitting that you do your best for her!" Mytha was half-threatening.

"Yes, Mytha." Arfan nodded slowly.

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One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours, even to some extent, the doctors and nurses were in the room to take care of Amara and Piere.

Until those who are outside it feels no longer able to bear this situation.

Even until almost midnight the doctors still did not show signs of completion.

There were hasty footsteps in the hallway that diverted the daydreams of two couples in the waiting room.

"How's Ara?" Satria who walked hastily, followed Sofia and their two children.

"We just heard the news from Andra, why didn't you guys tell us?" said the man after their distance was close enough.

Then the ER door opened again, and Doctor Syahril followed by several other doctors out. Making the people who were in the waiting room immediately approach him.

"The critical period is over" said the tall man Arfan, and it sounded quite a relief, especially for his parents.

"We give total anesthesia so it is certain they will not be aware at least until tomorrow. So all we have to do is just wait." explained the man.

"Good."

Then the men in green uniforms immediately said goodbye. Amara and Piere were taken out of the operating room.

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