Prison of Love

I Hate The Hospital

54

Along the way home, Hengky was more silent. Some questions from me or just small talk only answered briefly. This time the problem seems serious. I don't know what happened that made Hengky hate his father. To be honest I was curious, but I kept the question in my heart. My tongue. I know, this is not the right time.

“Sayang..”.

Hengky did not answer. He just looked back and smiled, waiting for my words to continue.

“I just want you to know, whenever you need me, I'm ready for you.”

I gently grabbed her hand and placed it beside her cheek, trying to give her confidence that what I said was not just in speech.

Hengky smiled again. He nodded slowly, “Iya, Darling. Thanks yaa..”

The mood returned. Only the sound of music was heard. The strains of instrumental music further add to the romance of sadness or perhaps the anger that Hengky feels.

He repeatedly massaged his forehead, his eyes seemed unfocused forward.

“You want to stop first, Darling?” manyworry.

“Necessary. Soon, kok.”

I'm out of words. All the pleasantries and encouragement I've put out. Basically, I am not a person who is good at talking or good at exploring someone's problems. Because if the person wants to tell it, then he will tell the story without being asked.

The same thing when meeting new people, I do not think good when asking about his parents, his job, husband's work, about children, or about marriage. Not everyone wants to talk about it, right? And it will be a dilemma when we ask and he is required to answer when he did not want to answer.

I glanced at the watch, it was nine at night. Actually there are still a lot of Shinta or Gilang events that I want to ask him. Not to mention Nisa.

Since Shinta left, Nisa has always tried to comfort me and for me this is the kind of debt I have to pay.

Kitty!!!

Brakk!!

My eyes were shocked. Hengky stepped on the brake pedal suddenly. The sound of car tires colliding with asphalt accompanied by a loud enough impact sound was heard. Our bodies are automatically pushed forward, hitting the airbags that are already filled with nitrogen gas perfectly on the front and sides.

For a moment I was unconscious. It was only a few minutes until I heard Hengky's scream calling my name.

My head feels so dizzy. My hands reflexively massage the painful forehead.

What's the matter? Did Hengky's car hit something?

“Honey? The naya? Can you hear me?”

Hengky was already on the left side, it turned out that he had gone out and opened the car door. He helped me take my seat belt off and put my hand on it, helped me get out of the car. Carefully he helped me sit on the shoulder of the road. While continuing to apologize he straightened my legs, checking my body for any injuries I did not notice.

I tried to smile, but when I turned to her reflexively I screamed stifled,

“Yes God! Hengky your head.You're bleeding, honey! Jesus Christ..”

My eyes immediately turned to Hengky's car. His car hit a concrete lane separating the road. The right side of the Velar Range rover car is black dough it dents. I see, the former airbag is not visible at the steering wheel.

Hengky had never missed wearing a safe belt before. Even though he only went briefly to a mini market near campus, he always used a safe belt. But why is he so negligent today?

The pain in the head and chest disappeared. I immediately stood up and examined the wound on his forehead. Blood is quite heavy. The elbow part of his hand was torn. Somehow with his feet, it is not obvious because he wears trousers.

Shaking I panicked for help. Trying to find a cloth or something to stop more blood from coming out.  The more Hengky tried to calm me down, the more panicked I looked at his bloodied left face.

While the people began to swarm in, check on our circumstances. The corner of my eye caught Hengky who remained calm. He took off his white shirt, leaving his shoulders and shoulders wide and abdominal muscles perfectly exposed. He quickly put the shirt on his forehead. He was not in pain, he was just beginning to feel uneasy about the blood hitting his neck.

Without him realizing it made the atmosphere a little boisterous. By taking off his clothes, he managed to make some women who crowded out mobile phones, recording secretly.

Is that true?! In a situation like this?!

For God's sake, their crowd really didn't help at all.

Realizing that I was starting to get emotional, Hengky threw away the white shirt that almost entirely turned red, with his left hand, while his right hand was still holding the phone while continuing to talk to someone. He quickly pulled my body, hugging me, which automatically closed the front of his body.

His mouth was still talking but his eyes stared intently at the people holding our cellphones. As if the news of the car accident this time must be known by all their brothers, as if they are news hunters who seek sustenance from the pain and bruises we feel.

Luckily we didn't have to wait long.  A metallic black sedan, a tow truck, and two ambulances stopped near us. Om Hari got out of the sedan with a worried look. Half-run he approached us.

Quickly he immediately asked the tow truck officer to take care of Hengky's car. His right hand guided Hengky to immediately ascend to the ambulance.

“Anton, quickly grab a shirt in the trunk, thanks to Mr. Hengky!” om Hari's orders to his assistant.

“And you,” he pointed at the man who was standing helping Hengky, “Do not let any photo or video spread!”

The man swiftly nodded. He knows exactly what he has to do. The experience of working with the Hengky family for decades makes it difficult to handle the situation.

“Naya, you can board the ambulance there.” Om Hari pointed to the ambulance next to Hengky.

“Naya ride with me, Om.”

“But your wound must be treated immediately, you must also rest. The clash was pretty hard. Lookie! The right side of your car dents!”

“I'm in charge of Naya, Om. I caused this accident. How can I leave it?”

“Yes God, are you heading to the same hospital?!” om Hari's voice sounded half irritated. His eyes stared intently at Hengky.

Without waiting for Om Hari's approval, Hengky withdrew my hand, asking me to follow in his footsteps.

Om Heri nodded towards the nurse who was staring at him asking for approval, “Bring them to the hospital.”

“No, take us home to my house.”

“Hengky, Please..”.

Hengky reverse, “Om forgot? I hate hospitals so much.”