The Perfect Happiness

S2 - Eps 95's

Pov Haikal.

Panicked. That's how I feel now. I ran around carrying Clara to the car. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and dropped his body until it collapsed on the floor. My speed of moving to catch him is not as nimble as in action movies.

Even because of my speed, I dropped the glass I used to enjoy the Ice Latte until it broke. It's a good thing the staff there recognized me, so they helped and let me take care of Clara first.

Now my car is out of the parking area of the mall, driving to the hospital. It takes about ten to fifteen minutes to get there. As soon as the road seemed to stretch, the more I stepped on the gas pedal to increase speed. To get to the hospital faster.

Sometimes I looked at him lying in the back seat, lying unconscious. My mind was in chaos when I saw her condition like this.

Just because the words I proposed to him earlier, could make him like this?

As soon as I arrived, I immediately fled to the ER. There's Ranti, she's the one who helped me to deal with Clara. Because of my chaotic thoughts and erratic heart, I did not dare to participate in the actions that would be done. I'm waiting outside.

My feelings right now are really chaotic, confused, even I just remembered the two parents who were here in this hospital.

What should I tell them?

How do I explain everything?

Goddamnit!! Why does this have to happen?

I should've just asked her to be my wife instead of telling her something unimportant.

I cursed everything I have done. Regret some attitude I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have done all this too soon.

I just keep blaming myself. Sitting in the waiting room pulling my head. My tears were dripping as I lowered my head. Did I hurt Clara?

Suddenly my shoulder was touched by something, then I raised my head while immediately finding out who touched my shoulder. Apparently Ranti. He smiled at me, making me aware of the tears streaming down my cheeks, I immediately wiped them with my rough hands.

Ranti sat down beside me, still with her hand clasping my shoulder, then patted her softly. I sighed before letting Ranti speak.

"He's not papa. Just asphyxiate." Ranti smiled at me. While stroking my shoulder, Ranti explained that Clara was suspected of having Asthma. Therefore, Clara will do a Spirometry test to check how her lungs work. This test measures how fast and how much air he can breathe and exhale.

If the test already has concrete results. Then there will be no more follow-up tests, like the one the mother had passed.

Ranti also advised me to immediately inform her parents about this condition. I just nodded my head weakly

After many times I took a breath and prepared myself to meet his parents, then I set foot to the room where there was a father and his mother there.

At first, I entered slowly and greeted them. Fortunately, my mother had not fallen asleep. With great difficulty my tongue moved to explain what had happened to their child.

But beyond belief, they responded to it so wisely and calmly. Maybe the father has learned from previous events. Yeah, it might be.

With the help of a wheelchair, her mother got out of bed and was pushed by her husband, going downstairs to see their daughter. I feel guilty.

***

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Someone knocked on my workroom door. I called out to let the man in, apparently Ranti. He went in and sat down on the chair in front of my desk.

"Clara is conscious. Now it's her parents." Ranti opened her voice, then explained Clara's condition after awakening.

I can't say much, just shut up and listen. There is fear and worry that becomes one. Makes my head feel pulsating.

"Lu don't want to go there? Ngeliatin?" Ranti gives options.

I thought for a moment while looking at him. What am I supposed to do?

"Kal's? Haikal?"

"Yes?" I woke up from my daydream.

"Lu why the hell? Do you love her?" Ranti's question convinced me that I was afraid of losing her. I nodded answering that question.

"Yes if you love me, go after dong. Dapetine. Don't be like a shy Middle School kitten. Pushed with another new cat nyaho lu. Bite a finger." he said while screeching.

"What is the cave trus???"

"Yes come in. Take it again!"

I confirmed my heart once more, holding the ring box I had kept in my pants pocket. Which makes me think not because of his Asthma that I just found out. But I was afraid of the reaction of her parents. Do they know if their child also has the disease?

"Jaelah think again. It's over there!!" Ranti returned to disperse my daydream.

This is how I am, thinking too much and just thinking. I realized that I was lacking in action. Less accustomed to responding to these kinds of things. I sighed a few times, then stood up and immediately headed for the ER.

There was a glimpse of Clara's smile that was always present in my mind. In my footsteps, I tried to regulate my heartbeat. Trying to calm down a little bit of my nervousness to deal with her parents.

I have to be gentle!

I caused him to faint.

Upon arrival in front of the room where he was lying, I caught my breath, before I exposed this limiting curtain before my face.

The sraakk!!

The curtain I opened. Clara's face looked lethargic. Both her parents looked at me.

"Hi, how are you?" I put my foot up to her from her empty side. He just looked at me with his own eyes.

"I'm sorry if my words startled you. I'm justan—"

Clara took my hand and grabbed it, making me stop my next speech. Our eyes looked at each other. It is like letting each other understand the heart.

Then I threw away my gaze, staring at her parents in turn. "Om, Auntie, I want to ask permission to marry Clara. Whatever happens later. And whatever he is, I will try to keep loving him" I said confidently, holding his hand tightly.

I occasionally stare at the dumbfounded Clara. While both of his parents were silent, then returned all the answers and decisions to Clara.

Kurogoh the ring box that was in my pants pocket, then I opened it and I thrust it at him. The tip of his eyes seemed to hold a puddle of tears that he could no longer bear.

"Actually I want to kneel on the floor, say this once again. Let's kayak in the movies, but I don't think that's possible. Ntar you don't see," I said flatly with both my shoulders raised at a glance.

"Jawab dong, don't nod. I need this answer and this certainty" I whined.

"Yes yes. I want to" he said, wiping the tears on his cheek and smiling at me.

I can no longer express what this heart feels like. No one can describe this feeling. Too beautiful and too happy.

Both of Clara's parents looked happy, smiling at us.

***

"What are you not doing?" clara asked as I was happy to wait for her in the hospital room.

Yes, Clara has been moved to the hospital room, because her condition has been declared stable and needs rest. While waiting tomorrow morning, to do a follow-up test on a lung specialist.

His clothes have been replaced with special clothes for inpatients. Now we're just the two of us in this room. Her father still accompanied her mother in a different inpatient room. He asked me to look after and accompany his only daughter. I'm embracing. After all, my work hours can be exchanged for Ranti or Adam.

But actually that was not the main reason I accepted his father's request, but rather I felt that there was a lot I needed to talk to him about.

I shook my head to answer his question, while my eyes were unceasing to look at him. I didn't expect him to accept my proposal and it was approved by his parents. And at our age, it feels too childish to have a grand wedding.

Oh, my God, I have a long way to go in this direction. But it's not fair to have a simple party for her, because she's an only child. And both parents must want a wedding party of his son's lively and all-out.

"What do you think? Very careful if it's mumbling again," he reprimanded while cooing the tip of my nose. I smiled, then kissed the back of his hand.

"When do you want it?"

Clara lowered her head, surprised. "When what? Don't be ambiguous by the way."

I chuckled amusedly behind the grasp of our hands. Looking back at her sweet face, it doesn't bore me.

"Hey, what was the question? Want to answer? He said he needed answers and reassurance," he rubbed it with a knotty smile.

I chuckled back. Then Clara raised her left hand while watching the diamond ring that was now wrapped around her ring finger. Matched with her clean glowing skin.

Though on the back of his left hand is stuck an infusion needle for his body intake. But he did not hesitate to move it, even looking a smile that expanded at both corners of his lips.

"Aren't you?"

She looked at me, covered her mouth with her hands while exposing the ring to me. "Good no?"

I kept smiling looking at her behavior. The two corners of my lips were unceasingly attracted, developing a happy smile.

"If it's not good, how could I have chosen that finger to be its owner" I replied as simply as I could. While he smelled his smile.

His cheeks became red, timid.

A question I wanted to ask him. But I hesitate to say it, because this question is a cliche question in my opinion. Questions that, if asked, would be confusing. Because so will I experience, if suddenly this question is thrown at me.

"Why do you want me to marry you?" Finally the question came out of my mouth without my being able to bear it.

"Trus why are you asking me to be your wife?"

I laughed out loud. Don't we? Eventually this question will boomerang for me. An important question to ask because it is curious, but it is also a jumping question. I kissed the back of his hand.

"We haven't known each other for a long time and I know we still need to understand each other's character. But for the relationship at the beginning I want to be honest with you. Can you?" clara looked at me with her own eyes.

I knit next to my eyebrows. "What's that?"

My heart immediately beat involuntarily, spontaneously after hearing his words. My eyes were focused on his lips, waiting for an answer to his honest confession.

With the oxygen hose still attached to his nostrils, he sighed and then exhaled slowly. Then staring.

"I have Asthma and I'm sure you already know" he said with emphasis. I'm nodding.

Then he told me if, about a month ago he had fallen unconscious from shortness of breath, just like this afternoon. Then the doctor at the hospital who previously diagnosed if the Asthma disease suffered in his breathing.

Then the doctor also said if at that time it was included in the chronic class. But he refused to believe it. He also asked the hospital not to tell his parents. So when her parents asked, she only answered fainting from work fatigue.

So by the time he regained consciousness from his stupor, he saw his weeping mother sniffling. Accompanied by his father who stood on the edge of the gurney where he lay in the ER room earlier.

Both her parents were shocked by the statement from doctor Ranti before she regained consciousness. That says he has asthma. Until the moment he regained consciousness, his mother immediately hugged him and apologized for the illness caused by his mother, because both parents thought that the disease was caused by genetic inheritance.

Fortunately, after Dr. Ranti returned. He again explained, if Asthma is not a genetic disease, but caused by environmental factors.

"Why did your mother finally?"

It happened when I was in my office, busy thinking and blaming myself for what happened.

"Yes it's okay. Just mama seems to feel guilty about it. Especially dad, he's kind of depressed, scared. When you fainted, you panicked amazingly. But maybe he'll hold it, he'll shut it down, let me not panic, '" the story is casual and orderly.

I let out a breath. "I will take care of you, no matter what happens in the future, do not think first. Most importantly, we are living now," I said firmly while tightly grasping her right hand with both palms.

Suddenly his tears fell, dripping both of his cheeks. Time because of my words?

I immediately got out of my chair and sat down beside him and brought him into my arms. Brushed her soft and fragrant hair. Then peeked at the top of his head, long ago. Until he returned my arms, wrapped his hands around my waist and tightened them.

I promise to love him with all my heart.

I promise to keep him until death do us part.

And I hope, he is healthy and can always accompany me until our old days together.

My prayer in my heart.

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