The Perfect Happiness
The 181 Eps
Behind The Writer's.
Author: “I want to tell you a little bit about plus minus being a writer like you, okay? It's okay, it's my script, haha.”
Reader: “Sacarepmu ae, Thor! Origin cepetan up.”
A : “It is, to write 1000-2000 words I need about 5—8 hours, that's if the idea is smooth in this brain.”
R : “Means more dong nulisnya, 'can there be a day 24 hours?”
A : “Times yes all day I write his work, do not eat, drink, sleep, read, watch movies, can stress me if no rest. Tuh, 'will be emotion.”
R : “Sabar, Thor. We will keep waiting for your update.”
A : “Iya, I'm patient, really, this. I am just relaxing. Ah ntar the extension. Next time we connect again. Babay.” 😋
Happy reading ...
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Pov Haikal.
After the donation of Max's blood to Jefri was declared appropriate and we continued the operation. Everything is going well and under control. Jefri only got one point of severe stitches. However, everything can still return as usual.
For a while, Max and I waited for her to wake up. Fortunately, it didn't take so long. Me and Max finally saw Jefri open his eyes slowly. “I'll call Tika,” I told them.
Immediately I ran to see my sister, who turned out to be sleeping sweetly on my lap. I woke him up and took him into the operating waiting room. Without saying anything to others. Tika had catapulted some questions, either since when he became very ugly like this.
I pulled him back without saying a word, as soon as he finished wearing his special sanitary protective suit, to get inside the postoperative room. The room where her husband had regained consciousness. We walked through the hallways of the operating room and Tika should have recognized some kind of room here.
Finally, we came to a door that was still closed. Then I told him to open the door himself and see what was going on in there. “Open,” whispered to me with a deliberate face without showing any expression.
“You can't be kidding!” he said firmly, looking at me with the glare of his sharp eyes and then turned to look at the doorknob. His fingers restrained gripping the handle, his shoulders looked down and up due to the roar of his breath. I'm pretty sure, right now the heart must be beating so great.
Then there was a strong breath of hers, due to the hallway that was indeed very quiet, there was no one else but the two of us. Then Tika pushed the door, I didn't see how her face looked. What I saw, he raised his hand to his face and ran towards Jefri who was leaning on a gurney.
Tika hugged him, her crying moans just broke. Occasionally Jefri also moaned because of the tight embrace of his wife who was so strong, to hit the wrapped bandage covering the stitches of the gunshot wound on his right chest.
Jefri hugged her back and stroked her back. For now they say nothing, for perhaps with just a hug they speak to each other.
Both corners of my lips were perfectly interested in seeing the happiness of the two of them this time. Many times the trials came close, as if they were ceaselessly interfering with their lives. In fact, it felt like for only a moment they could take a quiet breath. Hopefully, this time their exam is over.
I saw Max looking at me. Then he walked out of the room and approached me. “You don't want to live happily?” he said that question suddenly.
Suddenly Max laughed. "You why the hell?” hardikku while hitting his arm.
"Ck! Tell me now you're afraid of marriage, aren't you? I'm starting to think 'kan if marriage is not as easy as imagined.” Max started saying other things that made my brain think harder.
I was upset listening to his chatter. While walking towards the exit of this room together.
'Why is everyone suddenly becoming chatty right now, anyway?' my inner.
The plan is to inform all those who are waiting out there about Jefri's condition and will be transferred to the hospital room soon, after passing several more examinations.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps behind us caught my attention. I looked over and found a nurse running. This room is not allowed to scream. Especially if you call someone.
“Sorry, Doc,” he said gasping while in front of me, “doctor Brian is looking for you in the operating room seven.” With the rest of his breathing still severed.
“Alright, I'll be there soon,” I replied then turned to look at Max, “you're the one who talked there. I still have business.” I told Max to come out through this door in front of us. Behind it were all our families gathered.
It's not that I don't want to spread the good news, it's just that I have more important business. There are others who need me more at this time.
“Oke.” Max nodded then stepped out through the door, while I rushed to get back into the operating room.
Arriving in the operating room number seven, I saw a female patient whom I seemed to recognize. I slowly stepped closer to the location of the patient who was lying weakly on top of the gurney. And it turns out I was right, that patient was Clara's mother.
I slowly regained my footsteps and returned to one of the surveillance rooms for the operation. There was a doctor Brian standing there. Supervise the course of all stages by stage of the practicing physician performing the operation.
“Beliau why?” ask me with wheezing breath, like a sport.
Doctor Brian approached me then said quietly, “He came in here for a failure to breathe.”
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