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Sacrifice
“How Ella is doing,” asks mom Bella to panic.
Next to him was papa Niko with an anxious face, he glanced at the IGD space that had not yet opened. There was also a sweat on the forehead that doubled their way in a hurry as well as the breath that rose and fell.
“Not yet,” I replied. I looked down, feeling like I had no face in front of them. I'm selfish.
Mama Bella was worried, from earlier she was pacing in front of the room. Brian sat down with a tense face, Arul calmed me down by patting me on the shoulder. And Papa Niko looked angry.
Papa Niko unsheathed a look of dislike towards Brian, “What did you do with my daughter?”
“Sorry Om I have no intention of making Ella wretched,”
“Pah!” yelled Mama Bella, she was crying.
There was a long sigh, and Papa began to dampen his anger. Then the IGD door opened and everyone hurriedly flocked the doctor with all sorts of questions.
“How is it?” ask mom Bella.
“How is the condition, Doc,”.
“Then the baby, Doc,” ask papa.
All the questions one by one were thrown out until the doctor was confused to answer.
“Alhamdulillah he made it through his critical period,”
All breathing is relieved.
“Then the baby how?” my many.
Doctor breathes deeply, “Sorry the baby can't be saved,”
The deg!
Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, I have left my would-be ponakan gone. If I could persuade Brian and prevent Ella from going into an emotional state, everything would be fine.
“I'm sorry Olivia,” I hugged my sobbing mama Bella.
Papa Niko looked at Brian in anger, “Your satisfaction! This is what you expected,”
“No, Om,” regrets.
Brian was sitting on the floor with his hands grabbing his own hair, he felt stupid to kill his son.
“Quiet, Om,” Prevent Arul.
I picked up the phone in a small bag, lots of chat notifications coming in. I opened.
“Where's Ella?” chat from Aqilla.
“Have passed the crisis period,”
“Thank God,”
“Titip florist,”
“Sip,”
The phone went back into the small bag. I followed Brian, papa and mama ahead. Ella was transferred to the VVIP classroom treatment room on the third floor.
The three of us passed through the hospital hallway with a characteristic aroma of medicine. I turn right, into the iron box with Arul and Brian. Arul pressed the number three on the elevator button.
The tring!
The elevator door opened, I came out. Brian walked fast. We arrived at Bugenvil room number three.
Spacious room with cool AC, also a white sofa in the room with a green ceramic floor patterned in the lining. On the wall hung classic paintings of ancient times, whether the name is also plastic flowers displayed in some parts.
Mama Bella sat tearfully with her hands clasping her son, papa sitting next to her. And Ella is still sharpened with an infusion hose attached.
“Ma,” I touched his shoulder, then he turned his head.
“Oliv,”
Papa Niko stared intently at Brian, not liking Brian.
“Pa, patience,”
I heard a long breath. Papa stroked his daughter's unraveling hair.
I can see how their love is. Brian stood back on the couch and I stood next to my mom.
Ella's eyes opened, faintly she saw the ceiling in the hospital.
“I where?”
Everyone gathered, standing next to the white bed.
“Ella, you realize,” said mama with sparkling.
Ella stared at the one-on-one person in the room, “I why?”
“You were in an accident,” Brian said.
“My son how?”
Silent. All silent, he looked at Mama Bella.
Tap.tap.
The sound of doctors and nurses trying to check Ella's condition. We're inching back, waiting for the doctor's explanation.
“Dok,” by mom Bella.
“It's okay just need a break for recovery,” said the doctor who walked towards the door at the nurse's follow.
Ella was still waiting for an answer, her hands palpating her flat stomach.
“Ma,”
Mama Bella sobbed and papa Niko took a heavy breath. Brian looked at Ella regretfully while Arul and I looked at each other.
“You are calm,” persuade papa.
Ella sobs, “How is my son,”
“Di.a,” Brian staggered.
“What am I miscarrying?”
I nodded, “you're patient,”
“No!” Ella screamed hysterically with her hands flailing her stomach and then grabbed her hair.
“Quiet Ella,” says mom hugged her.
Ella was still screaming.
“I should be dead!”
“Ella,” Brian approaching.
“Go you! It's because of you!”
My chest hurts, I'm claustrophobic. Arul patted my shoulder. And I looked.
Ella kept screaming hysterically until doctors were forced to inject sleeping pills.
Arul permits to go home, he must accompany Aqilla who is alone in the flower shop while Brian is waiting outside because Ella does not want to see him.
Mama Bela was still sobbing next to Bella's bed and papa the corner of her eyes began to get wet behind her glasses.
I felt hurt and grabbed Bella's mom.
“Im sorry Olivia,”
“No dear, this is not your fault,” he said by peeping my forehead.
My hand wiped the circle that had slipped past my cheek.
“Rest Oliv, you're tired,” cajole papa.
I shook my head, “I'll stay here,”
Papa took off his glasses and removed the corners of his wet eyes, “I'm sorry papa failed to educate Ella,”
“Pa,”
“Papa know you're hurt,”
I poured into the arms of papa, the man who took care of me from childhood with great love, “Oliv dear papa,”
Papa gently rubbed my hair, “You're going home right?”
“Oliv doesn't know Pah,”
I let go of papa's embrace, swallowed the saliva. How'this? These wounds are still recorded clearly in every corner of the house.
“Ya already if you need time,”
I nodded and pulled the corner of my lips into a smile.
A few hours passed Ella was still closed, I was leaning on the white sofa while Mama Bella was still sitting telling me a lot about Ella's childhood and papa occasionally calmed her sobbing wife.
I glanced at the circular leather watch, at five in the afternoon. Delon must be anxious but I don't have contact numbers.
“Mama,”
Ella wakes up, she sees Bella's mother tear up.
“Ella, you wake up baby?”
I approached, and the mother offered to eat but Ella refused and her tears kept dripping. Instantly his gaze was empty.
“Do not make mama anxious,” og mama Bella.
I cried, my sister lost her spirit. He was silent, refused to eat and occasionally cried out hysterically by pulling his own hair.
“Ella,” papa calms his hysterical son.
“My son,” he said quietly with a blank look.
***
Delon was anxious, he glanced at the clock showing at seven o'clock in the night. Daffan grabbed his car.
“Where are you?” ask Delon.
“To florist Olivia,”
“You know the address?”
Daffan nodded his head and immediately headed for the car garage, behind which Delon followed.
During the journey the two were silent, preoccupied with their respective thoughts. The streets are still crowded, cars lined with lights that light up on the side of the road.
Daffan drove his car at an above average speed while Delon was silent. It bends the steering wheel choosing a shortcut through a small alley that penetrates into the main road. It was not until an hour that his car stopped in front of the flower shop after passing through a fork.
Aqilla and Arul are closing the flower shop, lucky they are not too late.
“Where's Oliv?” ask Delon.
“At the hospital,” replied Arul.
They both bulged wide, “Oliv hurts?” said kompak.
Aqilla and Arul looked at each other, “Not Oliv but her sister,” Aqilla said.
Daffan asked the name of the hospital and rushed to the hospital with Delon.
