The Perfect Happiness
Eps 183s
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Pov Haikal.
Bruuk!!
“Jesus!!”
The noise and the shrill cry of a human, made me wake up from my sleep. No dreams, just that I feel this sleep is really quality. I blinked my eyes many times, trying to adjust the light of the lamp in this room.
“Haikal! Your future in-laws are in the operating room, while you're good to sleep here?” Ranti is seen folding both hands, crossing and also staring intently at me.
I lazily got up from my sleep and sat leaning back, then slightly yawned. I exhale my breath at the same time. “At this hospital you are just the same Adam who absolutely no courtesy same boss. Enter not knocking on the door, know-know ngomel.”
“Where do you want to cry if you just sleep well?” the protest was slow, “you don't know what Clara is here? Her mother was operated on.”
I glanced at him briefly. “Know, really! I met Brian. He's the handle.” Then I rubbed my face.
“Why don't you know Clara? Temenin him or give support to him. You kek does not understand the feelings of the patient's family,” added Ranti again.
Again I rubbed my face roughly and then said, “Why is everyone today on a fuss anyway? Like really nasihatin others.”
Suddenly I felt emotion. At last the sentence just came out of my mouth. I really did not realize that I had said that sentence and finally made Ranti step out of my room without saying goodbye. Just walk away.
For some reason, ever since Max said a few things about married life, my brain has been a little shifted. This heart was very serious and then suddenly returned to doubt. I closed my eyes and took a strong breath and exhaled it through my mouth.
Stand up to my desk and grab my drinking glass, to quench my thirst. Gulp a few milliliters into that glass. I washed my face and patted both sides of my cheeks. Then I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Stupid!! Don't you love her? Aren't you hard-earned? Come on Haikal, you promised yourself you'd take care of him. Why are you running now?” I scolded myself in there.
I opened my heart again, reassuring once again, if this is what my future with Clara will be. Then I stepped out of my room into the operating waiting room, where there was Clara.
These two feet stepped so quickly and hurriedly. Until I was indifferent to some nurses who tried to say hello. Until I finally stood in the doorway of the waiting room, looked at Clara who was surprised to see me and she immediately approached and hugged me.
Clara tightly did that, ignoring her shocked father who woke up from his sleep because of this attitude. He smiled at me and stood up. “Daddy to the toilet first, you guys wait here.”
After her dad left me alone with Clara here. I invited her to sit down and grabbed her chin and lifted her up so I could look at her sweet face once more. To ensure this heart.
But what I saw really hurt me. “Why cry?” manyworry. Yeah, I was worried about him a few hours ago.
“I think you won't be here. I thought you'd be—”
I closed his mouth, pointed one of my fingers at his lips to stop him from speaking. “Ssttt!” Then I grabbed his body.
Now I have to be more certain that I shouldn't doubt it just because of the strange possibilities that exist in my brain. After all I promised myself and in front of many people if I would accompany him.
The sound of someone in the back made me look. It was Doctor Brian. Coinciding with that Clara's father had also returned from the restroom.
Brian's doctor began to explain the condition of his bundle inside the operating room at this time. She has subglottic stenosis. A condition caused by narrowing of the respiratory tract, precisely between the vocal cords (or commonly called subglottis) and the trachea. Not only restricting breathing, this condition also makes the larynx or branching of the throat injured.
This condition is in accordance with the statement of his father Clara, who said that his wife no longer had a sudden asthma attack. But the symptoms always arise continuously and likely, his fall today is due to not being able to withstand the condition.
“We have tried an endoscopic procedure but still have not been able to open his respiratory tract. However, God willingly, he could no longer afford to wait any longer until he finally lost his heartbeat. Sorry, if I have to report this. He died at exactly 23.43 WIB.”
Clara's body fell to the floor. A few seconds later, crying. Similarly, Clara's father immediately dropped his body on a nearby chair. Close his eyes and bow his head.
“I'm sorry and I'm sorry, Kal, sorry.” Doctor Brian clutched me on the shoulder as a sign of his empathy for all this. I nodded and smiled at him.
Then I knelt down, hugging Clara tightly. His sobs are getting worse I can't get any fainter. He was devastated and I did not expect that I would be in this kind of position.
The position where I feel that I am the patient's family here. Indirectly, I became part of this family. Feel the loss, sadness, even regret. Really, I'm sorry. Why didn't I accompany him from the beginning and help Brian in there. Although it's not my field, I should be able to come along to provide support, at least.
However, the rice had become porridge. Right on this night I felt all the raging feelings again. 12 years ago I lost my papah and today those feelings come back. I could not hold back my tears that were ready to fall from the corner of my eye.
Moreover, seeing Clara's current condition, she suddenly roared hysterically. Until her father had to turn to pull her from my arms. They both dissolve in deep sadness.
His father tried hard to accept this harsh reality. He also had time to pat my shoulder slowly and give a thin smile that was forced to expand. I really can't see what's happening right now.
This is why I became a doctor. Intent and fight with all my might so that no family will shed tears as a result of loss. However, not all patients can be saved. As I felt before.
Being a doctor also has other risks. Where we have to inform the family directly about the condition of the patient. And we can't avoid this kind of reaction. Whether it's sadness or anger from an abandoned family.
There could even be accusations that it was us who took the life of the patient. It is the doctor who is guilty of not being able to save the life of his patient.
And tonight, I don't know why I feel so guilty about all this. And perhaps, I am indeed to blame for the loss of his life.
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