The Perfect Happiness
Eps 182
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Pov Haikal.
Dr. Brian recounts all the chronolygis and diagnosis that Clara's mother had this time, because this case was the scope of her expertise. He also said that his family and his son, Y—suami, are currently in the waiting room for the operation. I immediately went there, after my business with him was done.
Without thinking anything else, these footsteps immediately led to the waiting room—different from my family's waiting room. From a distance, I saw Clara curled up in her father's arms.
These footsteps stopped immediately. For some reason, seeing their sadness made my heart hesitate to come closer or just to say hello. I watched them long enough. Clara continued to cry sobbing, her father did the same. It's just that, he looks more rigid even though several times, he had time to wipe away the tears that wet his cheeks.
My heart was filled, again remembering the same disease suffered by Clara. Then there were some possibilities in my mind that would happen someday if I were with him. Will happiness stay away from us later? Do I also have to feel the sadness that her father feels right now? Am I capable of all that?
I retreated my steps slowly until suddenly a pat on my shoulder made me strangle in shock. “Why you?” adam asked me while extending his neck, looking back and forth, looking around us.
Shaking my head slowly I asked him a question and turned my body, stepping away into my study. As much as my footsteps moved, only this time I doubted the decision I had made.
Is correct. This time, I really felt so dreamy. I'm not usually like this. In fact, the basic capital as someone who works in my field is brain and instinct. Learn everything in as much detail as possible and do not hesitate to take action. I usually think like that. But this time it was different.
Did I know Clara and her family for a long time? Do I have to rewind the date I set myself? Or do I have to cancel everything and repeat from the beginning back with him?
My brain really sucked this time. I exhaled so violently, everything was getting heavier now. With the passage of time, the more days it really makes me doubtful to go through all this.
I lay down on a long sofa in my room. Then look at the ceiling of this room. Then again ask myself. 'Am I ready to live life as Max said?' kepakatku.
I folded my left hand and slipped it under my head as a cushion. Then I put the other arm over my forehead. Slowly I tried to close my eyes while calming my mind and normalizing the heavy roar of breath.
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Clara POVs.
My sobs are still heard, the trembling remnants in my body can still be felt. My heart rate that was driven by fear when I saw the condition of the mother that was getting worse, really made me unable to say anything.
Similarly, the father who panicked saw the mother who fell down suddenly, when he was about to wash the dishes after our dinner was finished. At that time there was nothing else that father and I could think of, other than to quickly take the mother to the hospital.
“Already ... if you continue this way, your breathing can also be disturbed. Dad don't want mommy angry, just because dad can't take care of you.” Dad kept stroking my hair.
Then I straightened up, breaking away from my father's arms. Roughly wiping away the remaining tears on my cheeks then looking at her while calming myself down.
“You know? We have to be strong. If not the two of us who take care of and strengthen each other, how can we make your mother recover quickly?” Again one sentence from this father can make me calm.
I hugged her for a while, then my dad told me to go to the toilet to wash my face. Removing the remains of my tears. I obeyed his words, stood up and walked away.
My feet kept going, my eyes just looked straight ahead, occasionally looking down, looking at my footsteps. Suddenly a clutch of hands caught my arm tightly, stopping my footsteps from being shocked to death. I looked at who the owner of the hand was. Turns out one of the female doctors at this hospital.
Yes, I know he's a doctor, because we've met before, even often. And Haikal used to introduce him to me. Wait a minute, that's right, Haikal. I forgot my own fiancee, my future husband. Seeing this woman doctor's face reminded me of her.
“Hey, Clara, right?” sapana.
“You're Haikal's friend, right? Could you please tell her that my mother is in surgery right now. Since I've been here, I don't know her in name and I didn't bring my phone.” I quickly spoke to the woman's doctor. Unfortunately, I forgot the name he had.
“Last I know, he's also doing surgery. His sister-in-law was shot. Maybe I'll tell you later.” The doctor then said goodbye to me because he was just saying hello but also in a rushed situation.
'Shit!!' rukkukku in the heart.
Why could I leave my phone and I forget my future husband! I really cursed myself as I went into the restroom.
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Finished from the restroom, I immediately returned to the waiting room to see father. My steps stopped at the doorway, as soon as I saw him leaning on his chair while closing his eyes. Both of his hands were deliberately folded in front of his chest.
I exhaled slowly again and then stepped in and sat down next to my father. He woke up, opened his eyes and looked at me.
“Dad rest. Let me wait for news.” I grabbed one of my father's hands and held it.
After that, he closed his eyes again. I try to keep my eyes awake. Even in my little heart, I am also looking forward to Haikal's presence here. Just to keep me company waiting for news from your operating room.
The coldness of this room makes the current atmosphere feel gripping. Not because of horror but because of the worry that continues to haunt me. Minutes by minutes keep passing. The million thoughts that now perched into my brain, felt tight to my chest.
However, only one prayer I have in the middle of tonight, may you be well.
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