The Love of Young Master

CHAPTER 21 THE LAST SMILE

Eighteen hours had I been lying weakly on the patient's bed. It was like waking from death. My body crumpled dimly and rigidly unable to move. My back felt like it was breaking and suddenly reconnected.

My feet and hands are frozen. My lips are hard to say. Only my eyes were looking for something around the room. There's no one here.

' Oops.there's a guy sleeping soundly on the corner sofa of this room. '

" Sa.", my lips feel like I want to say something but it's hard, it's so dry it feels like this throat.

" Satria.." , I said once again full of strength, though it still sounded very weary and weary. I tried to wake him up.

" Hemm.. ", Satria muttered while still closing her eyes. He opened his eyes for a while and went back to sleep.

A little more vigorously I got back up, tried to wake her up, "Satria woke up..."

He was aghast in shock and arrived - immediately sitting on his sofa, walking quickly to my bed, it felt like my stomach was torn - shredded. " You are aware of Puspa.. Do you want a drink? "

I nodded slowly, Satria thrust out a bottle of mineral water. " odd.. "

I glared in astonishment. " Open dong! When people are sick tell them to open their own bottles ".

" Eh yes.. Forgetting.. " , Satria chuckled while opening the bottle cap and stuffing a stainless straw into it.

After sucking a few sips of mineral water it feels very relieved this throat.

Suddenly I remembered something.

" Yes, .." I said softly. " Where is my baby ", ask me later. Satria was busy breaking the intercom phone button to call the doctor and nurse.

" Mmmm. later we see the same - yes.. Oia, mom's dad is being picked up in a minute they're coming. Yesterday you had a really long operation, they were all exhausted waiting for you. I took the initiative after you finished the operation because you are not aware, they I told you to go home and wait at home. Grandpa, papa, mama and the others are also coming soon. "

" My son what girl is a mas guy? " , I was curious not to care what Satria was talking about.

" Dude. " His voice was slow so there was absolutely no happy tone emanated from the look on his face.

' Guys? Mercifully..But the look on his face why is it like that? Do you regret that at this young age you cannot enjoy youth even have to be a child. Uh. you little guy ! ' I murmured in my heart. A bit annoyed also seeing her flat expression.

***

Tok.dok..

Someone knocked on the door of the vvip room where I was being treated.

The doctor and nurse came. They checked my circumstances and said that I was a great and perfect mother for giving birth to such a handsome and beautiful child.

' Ah not all mothers in this world are great and it is only natural that I have to sacrifice my life to give birth to the baby. '

After the doctors and nurses left the room, they heard another knock on the door.

" Dad, mom, grandpa.. ", Mom came up to me, smiled and kissed me on the forehead. I rubbed my head gently. My father and sister were sitting on the sofa with Satria.

" Puspa, you are indeed the greatest of mother's children. You have a lot - a lot of rest. Later, for the next few days mom will stay here taking care of you. Alternate with Satria. Kasian he's been on guard all night. "

I nodded slowly, "Yes, ma'am..." . I think my body is still really not good. So hurt.

" sir, ... May I meet my son.." It seems like the sense of kangen and curious to meet my son exceeds the pain of post-surgery.

Mother was silent, silent and then glanced at Satria.

" Wait until mom and grandpa come. We'll see our son together".

***

A few minutes later the whole family was gathered to fill this patient's room. The vvip room is spacious and cool. So even though it is solid it feels ordinary like inside your own home. Because this is also a hospital owned by the Wirajaya foundation so the family is free to go in and out of the room without being limited in number.

But, suddenly my feelings were hot. Not as usual, and not as cool as this room.

" Mom, dad... Puspa was afraid. " I said to the mother who was sitting on the waiting chair next to my bed.

Mother held my hand slowly, "Wait ya Puspa. Doctor and nurse will soon come bring the mother's granddaughter. Your son and Satria.."

I smiled broadly and said, "Are you really mom? But, ma'am, shouldn't he be in an incubator? " I suddenly remembered something. My son should not have even 7 months in the womb. It should still not be born with a perfect breathing apparatus and I still have to be helped with other tools.

The doctors and nurses came to break my thoughts just now. The nurse was holding something. Yeah, that's my son. My feeling changed instantly as everyone fell silent to see the nurse thrust my baby.

And suddenly I was sure that my son had come and that he was gone forever. When I saw his face. Sure enough, my little red baby isn't crying. She's speechless. Stiff. Her face smiled sweetly while falling asleep.

' Wait for me in heaven, son. Forgive me for being negligent towards you' . I murmured inwardly while gently tasting her cold forehead. I held him tight for the first and last time. It felt like stabbing my chest.

All eyes stared at me. It was as if everyone wanted to see my next reaction.

" Puspa... , "mother rubbed my back slowly. I felt like I was holding my grief for my son and what happened to me.

My baby's still holding on tight - tightly. I looked at his frozen face - fixed. I recorded in my memory her tiny smile. My chest's tight. It's so tight. I wanted to scream to him, but it's not all your fault, son.

I smiled while enduring the turbulence of uncertain feelings, I thrust my baby at mom. " Thank him ma'am, I'm sincere" . Not a single tear flowed through my eye.

" Yes, my mother and the others will take care of her funeral. You don't need a lot of thoughts like, son. After all the funerals are over. I will come again to take turns taking care of you. "

I nodded slowly, everyone left the room one by one. Except for Satria, she was seen sitting on the sofa. Putting her face down, looking at her like that didn't make me feel pity or pity at all.

***

" Satria, ... "

He turned his face, staring at me. Waiting for something to come out of my mouth.

" Now you are free. " My words are steady. Flat without expression.

He was shocked, shocked. Stand up and walk over to me. " What do you mean, Puspa ? "

" Yes, isn't everything clear. You're free now. Whatever you want. We have no more business. The kid you've been responsible for, he's gone. Choosing heaven as his home. Now, what else is our business? There's nothing more we need to continue after this. " I said everything out loud and loud. I know this is the right thing to do after everything happens. For what this marriage I continued, Satria had no love for me.

Satria looked at me sharply, she pulled my arm that was connected with an infusion hose. I patted it slowly, and I threw my face the other way. " Puspa, I'm sorry... It might be hard for you to lose our son. But, this is not how it's all done."

" I'm tired already. I'm gonna take a break. You better go home. I'm waiting for mom to come. Go home! I don't need you!" .

I heard her footsteps moving away from me, out of the room. I put my face on the pillow.

" Yes, God. What else happened to me. Forgive me God ! Honey, I'm sorry your mama can't take care of you. Why did you leave your mother so soon.. Why would.. Have you been enduring the pain that mama rasain.have you known all this time that papa you never cared for you... Is this all because you love me too much, son.why do you go son.." I cried and screamed all over. Nibbling a pillow as hard as it can. Trying to hold everything..

" Sorry, your mother can't take care of you..."