The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven
CHAPTER 66. Struggling
Time has shifted from the reddish twilight creeping dark, the sky has been erased dark.
Arriving at the famous hospital in the Pondok Indah area, Jakarta, Angga immediately ran carrying Fikri into the ER room. Sarah was also next to him, worrying about the man who had been trying for days to attract his attention. The doctor and two nurses immediately gave the first treatment, checking blood pressure, installing oxygen, and infusion.
Doctor Aaron also handled the man who just arrived earlier. Sarah certainly knew Dr. Aaron, her practice partner while following koas. Sarah also volunteered to intervene to help Dr. Aaron in dealing with the stab wounds experienced by Fikri because Sarah was very worried about the condition of Fikri. He certainly will not be able to forgive himself, if in the end something bad happened to the man who was lying on top of the ward.
Dr. Harun is aware that the patient's condition in the ER room is getting worse. He asked the nurse to continue doing general checks until finally Doctor Aaron gave a warning to Sarah so that she could take swift action so that Fikri's life could be saved.
“This is urgent, Doctor Sarah, we must make a quick decision by taking action to stop the blood that continues to flow from the stab wound,” Aaron said as an alarm alert.
Before long, the nurse moved the patient on behalf of Fikri to be treated by Doctor Sarah and Doctor Aaron in the ICU room. Sarah hastily uses scrubs, hair cups, gloves and other supplies Sarah needs to enter. Now, the two doctors, the colleague had put on full doctor clothes and entered the operating room. All medical equipment has been prepared, the heart pressure detector has displayed a graph of the patient's heart rate. Sarah with a mask covering her nose and the upper part covered with surgical-hut. Four large lights highlighted the knife incision wound near the patient's chest.
“Inner bleeding in the heart, the arteries are too small to be sewn,” said Sarah spontaneously. While Aaron asks Sarah to stay focused on his wound because he briefly loses his focus then the ECG chart will change.
Sarah's mind is branching out right now. First, he was deeply worried about the man who was lying weakly helpless in front of him at this moment. Second, Sarah knows Fikri still keeps that feeling for her, Sarah just wishes that she was still given a chance to give this man a chance.
“Dok, the patient is weak, he lacks blood? Patient needs blood.”
“Then how, is the blood stock in the hospital still available?” ask Sarah to worry.
Dr. Aaron ordered his nurse to check the blood type A rhesus positive supply.
Sarah stared softly at Fikri's face with her eyes still closed tightly. “Fikri you have to be strong, you have to keep fighting. Like you fought to get me. You have to keep fighting for me, Fik!” inner Sarah, clasping Fikri's hand.
Before long, the nurse brought two bags of blood needed to help her patients.
In the operating room, Sarah tried her best by giving the best medicine to prevent bleeding in Fikri. The sharp knife puncture was really close to hitting the heart of Fikri, only two cent more. As long as Sarah cleans the wound and sews open wounds on the chest of Fikri, so long as Sarah always prays that what she does is successful. He will fight with all his strength to save Fikri's life.
About two hours more Sarah and Doctor Aaron wrestled with the tension, until finally Sarah could sigh long. The current struggle paid off perfectly the operation process went smoothly. ECG chart, showing normal lines. The patient's condition is stable.
“All stable...” says Doctor Aaron. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief and so did Doctor Aaron. As if the burden on Sarah's shoulders also stabilized.
Sarah's smile expands, the tears come with it. “Thank you Fikri, you still want to hang on. Now I believe you are a strong man and full of confidence and firmness. I can even be more sure to accept you, May you listen to what I say at this time,” Sarah said in her heart, her harrowing smile is still not offered to the man.
Sarah shows one of the as-op to continue sewing the incision from the surgery. After all, Sarah and Doctor Aaron smiled with satisfaction to save the patient he had handled. Now, it's all been left to the nurse to clear things up.
Sarah came out ahead of Doctor Aaron to take off the scrub. After washing her hands in the sink, the woman stared at the reflection of her face in the toilet mirror, washing her face. It was like a dream, he still did not expect about what he was going through right now, like a dream and it all passed so quickly.
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The first thing I did when I entered the house was turn on the lights because the house looked uninhabited.
“Abang, where are ya dad same mom?” ask me while putting the bag on the sofa chair. Lucky I was used to holding one spare key of this house so even though the door was locked, I still had one spare key. And Azzam too.
“Don't know, indeed no phone or message sent to Nisa?”
I shook my head slowly. “No. But yes already, there may be events as usual.”
Azzam walked back towards the kitchen. On the table, his phone flickering there was a message like it that went into Azzam's phone. I hit the lock screen, lucky I memorized Azzam's cellphone key password because he had told and the password still does not change.
The message's temple.
Brother Sarah? Sarah has Azzam's brother's number? Ah, it's natural that they're good friends.
I put the phone back on the table. Want to follow Azzam into informing about the message sent Sarah. But I just realized when reading Sarah's message earlier it turns out there are already many lines of messages that have been sent Sarah before, and it's at different times. It can be seen from the date when the message came in.
My eyes began to read the messages Sarah had sent to Azzam. It jolted my chest when I finished reading the message. My chest feels hot, and the tightness is also whack. How not the contents of Sarah's message are all expressions of love, although not directly but the sentence made implies so. A few tears I shed when the last message Sarah sent on the 23rd was ordered it was clearly written that Sarah really liked Azzam. She was willing to sacrifice herself to become a second wife. Tears of sorrow and pain I cannot bear. Although, I saw no reply message sent Azzam but I still did not expect Sarah could be.
My feelings are broken, I don't even know how I feel at the moment. We just enjoyed our time together lovingly. But why should it be corrupted with this message.
Drrt... Drtts....
The phone I was holding rang. Abah's name is on there.
“Assalamualaikum, Azzam.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam abah, sorry this is not Azzam but Nisa.”
“Nisa, why? Do you hear his voice?”
I rubbed my face, removing the circles that had just fallen soaked my cheeks. Trying to neutralize my voice again.
“Sir papa, Abah. Wait a minute Bah, Nisa call Azzam first.”
“Not necessary, Son. Later you just tell Azzam, if Fikri is in Mutiara hospital he just had a stabbing incident earlier.”
“Astagfirullahaladzim. Brother Fikri was the victim of the stabbing, Abah?”
“Iya. And we are heading to hospital at the moment.”
“Iya Abah, later Nisa tell Azzam.”
After the phone conversation ended. I ran back to meet Azzam. When I looked at her face, my heart hurt again. But I try to be tough and try to be ordinary in front of him.
“Abang, something bad happened with brother Fikri”
“What's with Fikri?” azzam asked in surprise, looking at me who looked panicked.
I tried to calm down, before I took a deep breath and then said, “Abang Fikri in the hospital. Abah called earlier told us to go there.”
“Why did you suddenly get sent there? What happened to Fikri?”
“Kata Abah's. Brother Fikri was the victim of the stabbing earlier.”
Azzam was surprised too. “Astagfirullah, yes we have rushed to the hospital now. But before we pray Isya first, just left there.”
Azzam and I rushed to clean up before performing the prayer, just preparing to go to the hospital to see how Fikri was. Even with feelings that are still raging at the moment.
