My Only One's

Hati

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The roar re-echoed in the patient recovery room on the third floor of the famous hospital in Jakarta. The same roar as the previous days that still sounded heartbreaking.

"Give him another dope doctor, I beg you." Arfan's voice cried out.

"Father! It hurts so much! I beg! Ampuuunn!!" The cry of Amara returned.

"Doctor!!!" Arfan was screaming.

Then after a while the roar slowly swallowed and finally stopped. Maybe the doctor complied with Arfan's willingness to return to give his dope to his daughter.

The door opened and the doctor and nurse came out, followed by Arfan in the back who then closed the door of the room tightly.

"After a few days we had to reduce the dose, then stop giving this drug and Amara had to adjust to the pain. It may be severe, but it needs to be done because if you take too long using drugs or painkillers we fear your child will be dependent." Doctor Syahril spoke before leaving. He appointed Arfan to handle the recovery for Amara to make it easier for him to communicate.

Arfan just nodded his head.

"Well, we'll talk to a bone and nerve specialist for a cure. What is the best way to make everything go smoothly. Especially for Amara herself."

"Yes, thank you."

"I say goodbye" said doctor Syahril who then retreated away.

Galang and Clarra got up from their seats in the waiting room, which immediately grabbed the attention of Arfan who was about to return to the room. And Syahril's doctor also had time to stop the step when passing Clarra. But the two did not greet each other, especially Clarra who hurriedly dodged.

"You're coming." Arfan looked at his watch.

"Directly from the office?" tanyakanya.

"Yes sir, how's Ara?" 

"As usual."

"We'd like to see it, would you?" Clarra interrupted, making the man turn to her.

"The situation may not be very good. But ... if you just look like you can. Come in." said Arfan who then pushed the door, and they entered.

Amara is still in the same situation. Thick verban wrapped his right body including the face, neck support is still attached and the infusion hose is still connected to the veins in his hands.

He went back to sleep, probably the dope effect that the doctor had just injected him with, making him very calm like this. Otherwise, then he would continue to scream and roar from the agonizing pain.

"Did he sleep?" Clarra stopped at the end of the bed.

"It can be called that. Doctors gave her painkillers every time she woke up. Or else she'd be screaming like that." Arfa answered.

They were silent for a while, especially Galang who stood closer to him. The tightness again seeped into his chest, and he could not hide it at all.

"Sorry sir." said Clarra later, making Arfan's view immediately turned to him.

"Because my mama Ara became like this. I'm sorry because this has to happen, it might have something to do with my rejection of Mama."

"You know, a person with a mind like your mother would do anything to achieve her goals. Whether it has something to do with your rejection of him or not. But his grudge against me seemed to be the main reason."

Clarra listen.

"The reason became vague and the motive became different, and that was what allowed him to be this cruel. Besides feeling angry because his intentions were hindered." Arfan glanced at Galang who was sitting at the bedside, still staring at his daughter uninterruptedly with their conversation.

"Once again I apologize for my mother's actions."

Arfan nodded his head.

"He's been handed over to the police."

"I know."

"Maybe he'll be punished for a long time."

"I also know it should be."

"I hope you'll stay good like this. She's your mother, but you deserve to do something better and different."

"Yes sir."

"And actually I also want to talk to Ara, but it seems like she can't be bothered?" Clarra turned her eyes to Amara.

"Yes, after screaming she was very exhausted, not to mention the effect of the medicine."

"Then maybe I'll just wait until Ara really recovers and talk to her."

"Yes, maybe it's better."

"Okay sir, it looks like I have to go home" Clarra said later.

"Well, thank you for visiting Ara." Arfan answered.

"I'm saying yes sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Lang, I'm going home first huh?" Then Clarra approached Galang while patting him on the shoulder. And the man answered her with a nod.

Clarra left after looking at Amara for a while.

"Hey, go home. When you let your girlfriend go home alone? You're here waiting for an ex." Arfan said, slightly insinuating.

But the man in front of him did not respond.

"Hey, Raven?"

"I want to be here first, sir. Allow me to stay here." Then he answered.

"What a weird thing are you?"

"And again he is not my girlfriend." continued Galang.

"What?"

"We broke up just now." The young man made his words clear, making Arfan's forehead crinkle sharply.

"Huh, it's up to you." Then Arfan walked out.

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Clarra stopped her steps as she was about to leave the hospital. Found a very familiar daughter sitting in the waiting room hugging a brown rabbit doll.

"Silvia? What are you doing here?" Clarra approached him immediately.

"Papa's working again?"

The boy looked up, then shook his head.

"Keep why?"

"Grandmother is sick again.” replied Syahnaz who looked at her with her clear eyes.

“Sick?”

Shahnaz nodded her head.

“Newly.” The baritone voice interrupted at the back, and Clarra immediately turned her head.

“Mother fell in the bathroom, and it looks like she has strooke.” explains doctor Syahril. “I just got home, got another call. And this is it.” The man sat near his daughter.

He leaned against the wall while rubbing his face, frustrated.

Then a moment later the nurses brought the patient's bed out of the emergency room with the mother of the doctor Syahril who was lying weakly on top.

“Can I drop Syahnaz for a moment? There's something I have to take care of first.” ask the man to Clarra. “Or are you waiting for Galang?”

“Umm .. no. I was going home but ... it seems to accompany Syahnaz for a while still can.” replied Clarra who suddenly had to do something in this situation.

“Good, thank you. I promise just a minute.” The man then got up and immediately followed the nurses to take his mother to another room.

And after about half an hour, the man returned to the waiting room where he left his daughter with Clarra. Syahril was stunned for a while when he saw the interaction between them that usually happens. Syahnaz would talk a lot and Clarra responded with great enthusiasm. They feel like they have been through it every day.

Although in fact, once Clarra was in their lives, especially her children since she was a baby after Nisa. The woman would come at least once a week on holiday to babysit Shahnaz, or take her away to play outside. Even when she called him when she needed him, Clarra always came without much reason.

“How?” Clarra approached after she realized the man had already returned.

“It's better than earlier.” Shahril.

“Then?”

“Mother should be cared for at least two days here.” Then he explained.

“Good. You want to wait for your mom here?” ask Clarra again.

“Yes, maybe so.”

“Then Syahnaz?” They glanced at the child who was cool at devouring the food that Clarra had bought just a moment ago.

“It looks like he will also stay. She would not be able to stay home with just a housekeeper. You know, he's not used to being left alone with other people.”

“Hmm ...”

“Thank you, you can go home now.” the man said later.

“Umm .. alright.” But Clarra was stunned for a while.

“Or maybe I can bring Syahnaz home, while you're here accompanying your mother?”

“What?”

“I'll take him home so he doesn't have to stay here. Poor.” reset Clarra.

“Soal it ...”

“Syahnaz?” Call Clarra to the boy.

“Hum?”

“You don't want to come home with aunty? Papa should wait for grandma here.”

“Papa won't go home?”

“Ngak.”

“Grandmother?”

“His grandmother must be cared for, so cannot go home.”

The boy was silent for a moment.

“So papa is here, Syahnaz came home with aunt. Want?” ask Clarra again.

The little girl then turned to look at her father. “Can't?” Then he asked.

“You want to come home with aunty?” Shahril asked back.

“You may same Papa.” the boy replied.

Then Syahril's doctor glanced at Clarra who was waiting. His mind guessed what was inside the woman's head? Why was he suddenly being so friendly? Did something happen to him?

“Papa?” Shahnaz with a question.

“Ya?”

“What can?”

“Bby, if Syahnaz wants. Later Papa calls home people to deliver your clothes huh?”

The princess nodded her head.

“What won't be a hassle?” Then he turned to Clarra.

“Not at all.”

“How about your job?”

“Can be set. I'll take him to school first, then go to work. In the afternoon I will tell people to pick him up if you can't, then ...”

“Looks like if I can during the day, don't bother.”

“Good, then I'll stop by here after work. And he'll take me home again.”

Doctor Syahril frowned.

‘Umm .. who knows your mother still has to be here tomorrow? You said at least mom should be treated for two days right?”

“Oh, .. yes. Alright.” The man nodded his head.

“Well then, we will go home now?”

“Alright, I tipped him yes?” doctor Syahril said afterwards.

“Iya, just relax.” Then Clarra immediately pulled the boy away from the place.

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