Rosie Sanders!
Surrender
"Well miss, then excuse me for continuing my work." Pamit the man looked polite. Naura just cleared her throat flat, then continued her footsteps towards the room of her sister.
The man of his appearance did not really leave, seeing Naura's small back disappear behind the turn of the hallway. His broad steps were trying to figure out where the girl was going. Stopped at the door of a conglomerate room. From behind the small rectangular glass, the man peered inside.
It appears that a female patient is lying with many tools attached to her body. His heart rippled violently when he saw the sight. In her gaze the tapered face from behind the glass, there was an unusual pounding breaking through the recesses of her heart. The face she first remembered when she came back to greet the world.
The face that for the past three months she desperately wanted to see again exceeded any taste in her heart. Now he had seen her, but in a very heart-slicing condition. Really he did not have the heart, there was a feeling of unwillingness when he saw a hose inserted into the girl's body through the throat that was deliberately hollowed.
With lethargic steps, the man turned to leave the millionaire's hallway. Carrying a heart that fosters promise, will do its best for the girl. Although he did not know why he wanted to do it so much, but certainly he would still fight for the poor girl.
"Sat? Daydreaming from earlier. The devil's corpse chamber?" Tegur the co-worker.
"Eh, mas Ucup. Again beautiful girl mas. Sampe forgot the same age that was half a century more." Kekeh Arga Satya chuckled.
"Half a century what the hell, if you want to insinuate me just say it. Ck!" Dengus Ucup who felt Satya was insinuating her.
"Gosh, mas. Not good as from nudu, my age is already as much as I want to how again." Satya brightly with a serious face.
Say squinting both eyes with a gaze looking at the line of the face of the co-worker.
"Ah time, why do I rich not believe this." Said the middle-aged man again with a face still in disbelief. Satya's facial structure still looks like a 30-year-old man in her eyes.
"True mas" said Satya smiling knot. Makes Ucup even more unsure.
"Udah ah, rather than talking about your age we better continue to clean up upstairs. Can you make her tools yet?" Satya just nodded in understanding. The two of them immediately headed for a special elevator for employees like them who were in the corner of the hallway.
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"If there is no other way, we will give her Dr. Jaya. For too long my daughter had to let her body be gnawed by the pain that only she felt. Maybe it's time we let go, for Silvery's suffering to be over. Honestly, this is a tough decision, no parent can send their child to the grave. But my daughter's case is different, Silvery's only been on breathing apparatus for three years. All decisions we leave to you Dr. Jaya, we can't afford to do that." Paul said at length.
The man clenched tightly until his palms bled to his own fingernails. He is just a father who wants to do his best for his son. But if the life expectancy of the child is only 0.2 percent, what else he can do. For the past three months, Silvery has suffered brain stem death. The automatic girl completely converges all her life only on an oxygen hose that faithfully sticks in her nostrils.
Secretly warm melts soaked Noora's cheeks, the woman began to sob softly in the chest of the wife's field.
Behind the door of Dr. Jaya, there was a man who had eavesdropped on the conversation. He really is not willing. For some reason, Silvery just slipped into his heart and stroked the entire performance of his heart.
Three days after the serious talks between Paul and the doctor, today is the most thrilling day and the darkest day for the family.
Where they will witness firsthand, how the doctor will release all the tools of Silvery's life in front of the entire family of the girl.
Since last night, Naura hasn't spoken to anyone. That decision was the thing he was most about, yet only one voice he had lost in a landslide, after three years of keeping the younger brother in his agony.
Naura stood at the corner, the girl was unable to see directly, how the doctor Jaya drove her sister to the afterlife. Noora and Paul were standing next to the bed with near-death consciences. The two little sisters sat on the sofa in the arms of their grandmother and grandfather. The two 19-year-olds can only follow the decisions of adults without being able to do anything.
Charlotte continued to pray, with the hope that in the last seconds the grandchild was given a little miracle. Miguel hugged Julio's shaky shoulders holding back the tears in his grandfather's arms. Similarly Junior, the young man hugged the grandmother who looked so fragile at her age who was no longer young. But had to watch the beloved grandson go home ahead of him. What was the most painful thing for him.
Paul and Noora had just whispered an infinite apology, for having been so heartfelt as to do that. With tears in her eyes, the whole family whispered their apologies. Except for a girl in the corner. With a nagging look, Naura stared hostilely at her two parents.
Dr. Jaya was the last person to say sorry in Silvery's ear. Since the baby, she was the one who became the doctor of the girl until this day arrived. The two hands who for 22 years tried hard to concoct miracles through various types of drugs from the results of his research. Now the two hands will also bring the special patient back home to fulfill his destiny.
All the wires attached to Silvery's body have been removed, now the doctor Jaya is helped a nurse is removing the hose from the girl's throat. Lastly, that made Dr. Jaya momentarily stop her hand gestures. A hose that has been supporting Silvery's pulse. It feels so heavy doing her if she has any other choice.
