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Relapsing

“How, doctor?” Utami asked impatiently. As a wife who had accompanied Ibrahim for decades, Utami was too worried. Although doctors previously reported that Ibrahim's critical period had passed. But the bad possibility is always there.

Doctor chimed, “Pak Ibrahim's condition is indeed quite stable. However, it can only be moved after he later realized. We also need to do a series of tests, whether there is a serious problem with his heart. Because Mr. Ibrahim was previously not reported to have congenital heart disease.”

“Then, when can we see him, doctor?” Fatimah could not sit still before seeing how her father's condition.

“Currently, Mr. Ibrahim can not be visited. Because his condition is still vulnerable. But, we will see the development of Mr. Ibrahim in the future, then we can decide again. Just pray, may Mr. Ibrahim soon realize. The family can also visit him. For more, you can talk to doctor Fandi, who is still inside. He will be responsible for the handling of Mr. Ibrahim. Then, excuse me.”

The doctor passed, leaving the corridor of the ICU room.

All members of Ibrahim's extended family again filled the available empty benches lined up in front and side of the ICU room.

In the furthest corner, Alessya chose a chair. And Arhan was still faithfully beside him. Alessya wanted to seclude herself for a moment. The smell of drugs and the typical scent of the hospital quite disturbed his nose.

“After coming home from the hospital, I will take Orin. I'll call you later. Ask for your home address. Now you should just go home ,” said Alessya in a weak voice. It was as if his strength was not left in his body.

He kept telling Arhan to come home because he didn't want Arhan to see him in a state of chaos.

“We can go home together later. I'll stay here until you get home,” Arhan, worrying about Alessya who seems unwell.

“No need to wait for me. I don't know, what time it will be home,” said Alessya, whose gaze looked blank.

“Alessya, are you okay?” arhan asked, looking at the face of Alessya who looked so tired. And pretty pale.

“I'm just a little dizzy,” replied Alessya, shortly after laying her back on the back of the chair.

“Do you need to take medicine?” Arhan grew increasingly anxious to highlight Alessya, who seemed to be enduring pain.

Alessya's head was slowly shaken.

“In a minute also the dizziness is gone.”

“If you want, I will go to the pharmacy to buy headache medicine.” Arhan volunteered, because Alessya looked more worried.

“Not necessary. I don't like taking medicine,” elak Alessya. His gaze aimed at the ceiling of the corridor.

“But if you are in pain, you should take medicine. In order for the pain to go away,” persuaded Arhan, a bit difficult to face the stubborn Alessya. Even though she felt pain in her head, Alessya did not even want to take medicine.

Then, Arhan must how. He couldn't just keep looking at Alessya like that. Alessya's small hand was placed on her head wrapped in a veil, pressing down on her quite strongly.

Arhan knew, the pain in Alessya's head was unbearable. However, he could do nothing but ask her to take medicine.

Fatimah approached Alessya. He knew that his daughter was not okay.

“Honey, you should go home first huh. Mama will tell you later that your Grandpa is conscious. How, emmm?” After sitting next to Alessya, Fatimah's hand extended to rub the cheek up to Alessya's head.

“But I'm scared, Ma. I haven't calmed down that Grandpa hasn't regained consciousness. Alessya is fine waiting,” kilah Alessya, setting the back slightly up until more upright.

“Already, you go home only yes. You just rest. Your grandfather will definitely improve. Or you want to stay at Grandpa's house" said Fatimah. It is also risky to stay home alone.

“Tante, Uncle and the others are also here. Grandpa's house must be just as deserted. I'll just go home then,” said Alessya immediately stood up from her seat.

"At least in Grandpa's house, there is a housekeeper who can accompany you," said Fatimah.

"No, Ma. I'd be uncomfortable if I was just with the housekeeper. Mama doesn't have to worry. I can take care of myself" said Alessya.

"Please point Alessya, son..." Fatimah could not continue because she did not know the name of the man who was with her daughter.

"Arhan. My name is Arhan, Auntie," sambar Arhan. You can immediately read the lips of Fatimah, who wants to say her name but does not know what to say.

"Please, Son Arhan. Thank you for delivering Alessya. Sorry, it's been a lot of trouble, Son Arhan." Fatimah was quite uneasy and somewhat worried but was forced to allow Alessya to be with her male friend for a while.

He said goodbye to other family members, besides Fatimah.

Along with Arhan, Alessya returned to the hospital floor after taking the elevator. They get back in the car and go back to Arhan's house first. To pick up Orin.

At Arhan's house, Alessya sat waiting alone in the living room. Arhan went up to the second floor. He said he wanted to change clothes for a while.

With a light nod, Alessya replied. He remained not a word until the servant Aunt passed.

The pain in his head has not subsided. His eyes began to not focus. Around the living room that he noticed also looked gloomy. As if furniture and wall hangings and knick-knacks on the table seem unattractive. In his eyes, everything looked the same, dark.

Minutes passed, Alessya was still alone in a room that was quite spacious but too quiet. He tried to drink in a glass. It should have been sweet, but what Alessya's tongue tasted was nothing but bland that approached bitter.

Come, Arhan. Quick down. I want to go home and lay myself in bed. My body is almost at its limit.

Mumbled Alessya, while massaging her forehead and part of her cranium that is increasingly throbbing pain.

Casual shirts in the form of shirts and loose pants worn by Arhan when returning to the living room.

His eyes immediately pounded on Alessya who seemed to have not improved. He moved his legs to approach the sofa. Then, sit next to Alessya.

“Wait a minute, I've told Lerry to bring Orin here,” said Arhan, feeling troubled to see Alessya's still pale face.

“Please yes, don't be long!” alessya replied, sounding uninspired at all. His eyes were twitching, as if something was stuck to his eyelids.

“In your house you will be alone. Are you sure to go home?” arhan asked, unable to shake off his anxiety. He had no thoughts whatsoever when he asked Alessya about his return to his own home. In Alessya's unhealthy state, and having to be alone at home, it was quite disturbing Arhan's mind.

“Where else would I go home if other than home. I'm not alone anyway. In my house there are many cats,” chimpal Alessya with a voice that has begun to lose its tone. Because of his headache or indeed his mind was too innocent, Alessya's answer did not satisfy Arhan.

“I mean, apart from being with a cat, you are alone at home. There is no one to accompany you,” said Arhan, more clarified.

“I'm used to being left alone. Since I was a child I never cried when my mother went to work. And left me alone at home,” reply Alessya, started to fumble.

The pain in his head shattered his clear mind. To speak, Alessya had to fight hard invisible blows on her head.

It's annoying, the headache why should it recur in this crucial time? It was not a good time for him to be sick. Everyone was already so worried when his Grandfather suddenly had to be hospitalized. That Alessya was sick too. Although not as bad as Ibrahim, certainly Fatimah can not concentrate anymore to remain in the hospital.

“Your head is still dizzy?” arhan asked, not because he didn't know. With the naked eye, he could confirm that Alessya was having a disturbance in her head.

“I'm used to feeling dizzy like this. Due to being too shocked, my head ached from not being able to think of anything too heavy. But after resting at home, I will improve,” replied Alessya, still lacking focus.

“You take medicine huh? Let the pain quickly disappear,” proposed Arhan. "Or just compress it with ice cubes, let it lighten."

Hard-headed Alessya won't change. Even his persuasion this time will not produce results.

Without needing Alessya's approval, Arhan calls her housemaid and asks her to bring him ice and tells the other waiter to buy headache medicine at the nicest pharmacy around her house.

The servant immediately followed Arhan's orders.

“Why was old Orin brought here?” Alessya complained.

“Lerry might even do something else first. Later I will see it again,” said Arhan, confusion. Actually Lerry is not preparing Orin to be included in the pet cargo and bring it in front of Alessya.

All of that is just a lie. Arhan deliberately reasoned so, so that Alessya could be longer at home. So that he can keep an eye on the state of Alessya. Letting Alessya go home and be alone in her home is not a good idea.

Although she wanted to, it was impossible for Arhan to come with Alessya back home and accompany Alessya all day. Knowing Alessya in a short time, Arhan quite well knows how the character of Alessya.

“Can fast not? I want to go home now,” argued Alessya. Don't want to keep wasting time here. What does it mean, what try? Even dizziness associated with the pain in his head will increase.

“Iya, I'll get Lerry quickly here.” Arhan has no power to evade. Forcing Alessya with contrived excuses, to have the girl stay here was not the proper way for her to do so.

Inevitably, Arhan asks the waiter to help Lerry bring Orin into the living room.

However, before Orin made it to the white and blue room, Alessya was increasingly unable to hold her head that was like being swung tightly, with an irregular direction.

Alessya's eyesight began to fade, slightly dark gray. And slowly he also had difficulty maintaining his eyes to stay alert.

Bruck..

After that, Alessya fell.