Pasung Tuan Muda's

5. A Plan of God

That night, in a hospital. Anwar Mangunkusumo's. I walked back and forth while staring steadily at the door of the room with a portal that read, Emergency Room. I re-formulate a question that comes in many ways.

"Master ... sit here first," Bi Ira asked with a slightly firmer face.

Then I followed the words and sat down with him. He picked up a light blue plastic bag and threw something at me.

"Master .. eat first," she said.

I also used two hands to reject the sodoran. "Ah, no, Bi. I'm not hungry, Auntie eats."

"But you haven't eaten from yesterday."

"No need, Bi. I'll be home soon, eat at home. Yeah, well, Auntie eat first. Intar if you faint here, even make the doctor bother again. He-he-he ..," my lead by circulating a grin at the other person.

"Ih, sir likes to sneak. Yeah, well, if you don't want to eat."

A few minutes of sitting and joking, both ears caught the sound of someone screaming hysterically. Yes, that voice was heard from inside my wife's room on the left. I got out of my seat and ran into the room.

From behind the glass door, it was clear that Marissa was crying and threw away all the pillows. And the infusion in his hand also he was off. I immediately ran to the front room, looking for the doctor who was still there this afternoon.

After arriving at a corridor, two doctors passed along with the nurse who held a light green file. I ran towards their position and stopped with a heavy breath.

"Doc! Please my wife, Doc,"

"Quiet, Sir. You talk slowly. What happened to your wife?" she took her question seriously and stopped the conversation with the female nurse beside her.

Because my breathing was so dull, I could only point at an ER hallway using my right hand.

The doctors and nurses were leaning in the direction I was pointing. "there? Why is it there, sir?"

"My wife was slamming all the stuff in the room."

Hearing my words, the two doctors ran towards the center of an incident. I drove in front by running a little slowly, from the verge of vision, Bi Ira had already entered to calm Marissa down. Two doctors were very confused as to what to do.

They greet each other with doctors. "We're just injecting sedatives, Doc," said one of them.

"Yes, we injected sedatives" the response of the doctor next to him who used round glasses.

When the nurse was about to inject the drug, Marissa kicked the nurse in the stomach and fell on the floor. We panicked and could not calm down the rebellious Marissa.

"I want to go home! I want to meet my son ...!" marissa shouted in a very hysterical tone.

I approached her body and tried to give her a look. "Honey .. You calm down, we'll be home soon," I said.

"I want to go home .. I don't want to be here. Where's my son? Where ...?" marissa's whining with sobbing tears.

A few minutes into a tantrum, Marissa fainted on her own. I can not afford to stem the tears, which became our dream since the beginning of marriage is the presence of the offspring of the fruit of love that we fought for long ago.

But it seems like God says something else. With a heavy heart, I finally have to accept this harsh reality with Marissa. Maybe he has other ways to make us happy in the future. That is my hope in this life.

"Doc!" I called one of the doctors who wore round glasses.

"Yes, Sir. What's up?" his response.

The opponent spoke unable to say, it was apparent from his expression that he was gulping saliva many times and taking a deep breath.

"alright, Sir. You can take him home, on condition ...," he hangs a speech for a moment.

"What's the condition, Doc?" my sambar is spontaneous

"When he experiences something, call us immediately. Fearfully, he has not recovered properly. Moreover, he was experiencing an extraordinary depression. If you can you do not put mental pressure on him," replied the doctor with a thin mustache.

"Good, Doc. I'll report right away if he experiences anything at home."

The two doctors rushed out of the ER room. With the help of Bi Ira and the nurses, we cleaned the bed that had been scattered. Using a pushchair, the nurse took Marissa's body to a private car that belonged to me in the hospital parking lot.

While I, rushed to the place of payment of all Marissa's medical expenses for several days hospitalized. When I finished, I rushed to the car and got in the front seat. While Marissa, sitting opposite Bi Ira on the back bench.

The right hand opens the car window. "Mas, thank you for helping" I told two male nurses who were still standing next to the car.

"Together, sir."

With a nod twice, I stepped on the gas of the car with slow frequency. Although it takes a long time, at least all are safe until they reach home. After twenty minutes of driving, the three of us arrived at the gate.

The car entered the yard and we stopped in front of the terrace. Together with Bi Ira, I lifted Marissa's body and walked towards the bedroom. The room that I had left a few days ago, looked like it was not taken care of anymore. While his beloved wife is still asleep.

Moving out of the room, I headed towards the living room and sat on the black sofa chair. Bi Ira came after a few minutes to the kitchen, apparently he brought something and put a warm cup of coffee on the table.

"Master .. drink the coffee first," said Bi Ira as she stared fixedly at my face.

"Yes, Bi. Thank ye. Oh, yes, tomorrow I will have an event in this house. Aunty can help, right?" my many.

"What way, sir?" he turned back to nanya.

"There's gratitude. The company gets a fortune. While making a thank you that Marissa has come home again in this house."

"Oh, you can, sir. The food, the auntie who cooked? Or Mr. message outside."

I'm speechless. On the other hand, not wanting to trouble anyone in this house. However, Bi Ira's cooking is very tasty and can be taken into account.

"Mr ...."

"Eh, Bi." Instantly the daydreams were renewed because Bi Ira waved his hand.

"What about the cooking?"

"Bi, I can ask you to cook at home. You ... if you buy outside, afraid it does not taste good. Because those present are guests from other companies," I asked while lowering the tone of voice very melas.

"Oh, can-can. Then ... You'll give me whatever you're cooking. Let's go in the morning, auntie's shopping at the market."

"Okay, Bi."

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