Turning Hell into Heaven

48. Wake up!

Dara closed her mouth with both hands. Smothering screams of surprise mixed with worry over the condition of Doctor Angga.

"Blooding?" dara's voice trembled repeating Jesika's diction.

Jesika. There was a look of compassion on her beautiful face, remembering the condition of Doctor Angga.

"Now Angga is still in treatment. Until she wakes up, I'm asking you to stay away from your ex-husband from Angga!" jesika is back.

"Yes. Jesika, let me swipe Angga. Yea?" pinta Dara to Jesika.

"Huh! you know that I'm nobody to Angga anymore. So there's no need to ask my permission to visit him. It's just that, as a person who was once close to him I don't want anything bad to happen to him anymore. You have to understand that!" Jesika gave the order.

"Yes. Well," without thinking hard, Dara agreed to every word Jesika said.

Dara got up from her chair but a moment later, she was shaken and almost fell to the floor if only Jesika was not able to catch her.

"Between" Bayu approached the two women sitting next to him on the sofa. Then without saying anything He left the two women.

"You why the hell? you sick? if the pain should not be visited but in the nose. There's-there," Jesika grumbled.

In his scolding his his fist, Jesika's hand touched Dara's forehead and then felt his own forehead.

"Just the same, not hot" murmured Jesika.

"It looks like Dara was shocked to hear your explanation earlier Miss,"

Bayu came with a glass of warm tea in his hand. He handed the drink to Jesika.

"Try a drink first to Dara," pinta Bayu on Jesika.

Jesika who received the glass said in her exact tone,

"Aisss, here's Dara! drink first, let's relax a little." Jesika slowly and carefully directed the drink to Dara.

It's true Bayu said that Dara was shocked to hear the news about Doctor Angga. So just to refute also refused to accept Jesika's treatment of him, Dara seemed to run out of energy. Dara obediently would not want to follow Jesika's direction.

"I'm fine. It might be true just a little shocked," Dara tried to stand up.

"Eh, don't be like this Dara. Your face is still pale. Where are you going?" Jesika holds Dara back from moving actively.

"Jesika, I want to visit Angga" Dara explained.

Jesika unconsciously looked at Bayu, as if asking for an opinion to the young man on the wishes that Dara conveyed with Dara's health condition which was quite inviting anxiety.

Bayu replied to Jesika's gaze with a ripple of face in thought.

"Well, given your current condition, what if Big Brother is driving you to Angga's place?" tawar Bayu's.

"Yes, it's good too. Jesika, it doesn't matter if I visit Angga with Kak Bayu? Angga and Kak Bayu also knew each other," Dara looked at Jesika beside her.

"Well, Angga is not a nobody. Why the hell are you a hobby once asking permission about Angga to me? go ahead if there are other people who want to see him" concluded Jesika cuek.

"Sorry, we haven't met before. My name is Bayu. I'm the director of this company,"

Bayu clenched his palms together in front of his chest, a substitute for a hand job. It is important and necessary for Bayu to introduce himself to the woman with a high temperament named Jesika.

In addition to norms and ethics also for the sake of smooth communication between them remember, in the future they will together membesuk Angga. At least when already know each other, Bayu is not awkward if required to reprimand Jesika when sarcasm against Dara, as well as Bayu's consideration.

Jesika who was flabbergasted saw it. Nodding repeatedly. In the same style, he clenched his palms together and said his own name.

'Now, there is a young man who refuses to shake hands with top models like me? he's too stiff? or am I less famous?' in his mind, Jesika commented.

Using Bayu's car, now the three of them have reached the hospital court.

Jesika patted Dara's shoulder. "Laseless Dara, Angga is injured and treated but that does not mean you have to show a sad expression as if lost so," said Jesika.

"God. I didn't know that my face was as deep as it was. I just feel .." Dara commented on Jesika's sentence.

"Just feel what?" ask Jesika. The two of them align steps to the room of Doctor Angga in care.

"It's nothing" said Dara.

"You don't feel good, do you? because it was your ex-husband, Angga became a wretch. Aren't you?"

Hearing the question as well as the statement from Jesika, Dara just nodded. Dara confirmed all the words of Jesika that indeed he felt uncomfortable, not happy there are people who were injured due to the work of Lukman the ex-husband was triggered by the discussion about him as well.

Jesika stopped her steps right in front of a room. Slowly, Jesika opened the ward door.

Doctor Angga, who usually handles patients, is now lying on a sickle bed as a patient.

Dara approached Doctor Angga. Iba, it was the first one that crossed his mind to see the condition of Doctor Angga. Lying down with two infusion cords, each containing a clear and red liquid. Doctor Angga's eyes closed, his head around the white bandage, there was a scar bruise on his cheek, and at the corner of his lips.

'Why did it get this way?' Dara put a question in her.

"Jesika, according to the Doctor how is Angga's condition?" Bayu asked.

"There's nothing to worry about anymore. Yesterday he had lost a lot of blood but it has been handled by the doctor. Doctors also wait for recovery. What needs to be worried about now, is the existence of Lukman ex Dara tuh!" tukas Jesika while looking at Dara.

Dara who was seen with a cynical look could only try to calm down while continuing to hold his device, waiting for the person he called to answer his phone call.

"I want to meet you right now. I sent her address via message!" dara told the person on her phone.

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"That's the truth, Dara. I didn't mean to hurt Angga until such a serious injury" Lukman, with his intonation and facial expression just as serious, was sitting right in front of Dara.

Dara who felt bad became a trigger for a dispute between Doctor Angga and Lukman decided to ask for clarification and confirmation from the former. Now, they are chatting together in a row of waiting chairs for the patient's family, precisely in front of the nursery of Doctor Angga.

"Well, say everything you said was true. That you hit Angga in the face only as a form of warning, but because Angga retaliates, you lost control so push it firmly and accidentally make Angga's head hit to the side of the worktable Angga made of glass. Until finally Angga must now end up in the treatment room," Dara concluded Lukman's explanation to him earlier. Lukman nodded in confirming.

"But what right do you have to be an anarchist like that?" Dara held back her furious voice.

"I told you! I want to talk to you, Dara. But because Angga first proposed to you, making my good intentions become unclear where the house went. I came to see Angga to remind him that there are children, the fruits of our love that are the crucial basis of why I am more worthy to accompany you than he is,"

Hearing Lukman's explanation made Dara throw her breath rough.

"Only the temple that can be built last night, it is also a fairy tale. Just like humans, they would not change in just an instant! and you are too!" Dara who was about to raise her voice, said sharply in a cynical tone to Lukman.

"For you to know, Mas, who proposed to me it was not Angga! and you remember this well! you don't need to know who proposed to me! and again, stop in the name of the existence of children to smooth your desire back to me!" Dara is really angry.

"Look, as a result of your pretentious and stupid actions it causes innocent people to have to bear the consequences. Ummi you are very grateful for your current condition, do not give him the burden of the mind again with the problems you make. As a normal human being try to fix yourself with sincerity not only because there is a want!" Dara firmly put emphasis in his sentence to Lukman.

"Bara. Look, I admit wrong has been rash in acting so as to injure Angga. For that, I will take responsibility for everything. But I also ask you to understand that all this happened because of my love and affection that can not be lost even more increasing to you. I am also sincere and serious in improving this quality of self and because lillahi ta'ala is not only for the sake of taking your heart because of the desire to re-reflect," Lukman spoke with seriousness.

"It's good that you changed because of God so you will no longer act this silly, right?" rhetorical Dara.

"Yes Dara" said Lukman.

"With seriousness and sincerity you improve the quality of yourself for the sake of Allah SWT, then I am sure you will also accept with pleasure whatever decision I make regarding re-referring to you," Dara seriously looked at Lukman.

"Yes. So, if you have already given an answer to another man who proposed to you before me, allow Ummi to officially and directly reapply to you" Lukman said carefully.

"No need! regardless of whether I have already or have not answered the man who has proposed to me, you do not need to do anything. Because whatever and whatever your efforts to refer to me, until the end of this life I will not re-establish a household with you Mas! I'd rather live alone to death than reopen old wounds. So, stop hoping! and stop every intention and every effort you plan to return to me."

Hearing Dara's assertiveness in each of his words made Lukman bow weakly. His heart seemed to be sliced into pieces, poignant. His saliva tasted bile, bitter. As bitter as the truth he heard through Dara's mouth.

Lukman wiped the clear grain from the corner of his eye.

"Dara .." Lukman's sentence just hangs up as a greeting. He was stunned, unable to sound his heart through the esophagus to convey. Even the tears that speak replace the expression of the infinite that Lukman feels, realize it has been dashed hope to return to the woman in love.

Dara's heart has completely closed to Lukman. Lukman's pure name has been erased without a trace on Dara's head. Lukman feels so good.

Dara, who felt that her affairs were finished with Lukman, without further ado of narrative, stood up and left Lukman with a bitter cry.

Dara returned to Doctor Angga's treatment room. Sitting in a chair near Doctor Angga's bed.

"Wrong, get up, I have to apologize" Dara muttered to Doctor Angga while bowed.

"Hubliness! apologize for no reason" said Doctor Angga coldly. Doctor Angga opened his eyes slowly then tilted his head facing and looked at Dara.

"Angga," said Dara.

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