Who You Choose, My Husband

12. Who You Choose My Husband

Arsy continued to try to calm Haris who was still silent earlier. The three mothers also began to ask a lot of questions I, why should be operated if only miscarriage?

Is correct.

Arsy did not answer the question that was thrown because there is a more entitled Haris. Moreover, this was the household affair of her husband with his young wife. His job is to calm Haris down. 

A few hours have passed and the doctor has told if the uterus removal surgery has gone smoothly. Earlier, Haris told Arsy to keep Laila's uterus a secret. 

"Be calm, yes. Laila's gonna get well, don't worry." Arsy gives peace to Haris. Not a bit of himself was happy about the incident that was hit by Laila. 

Arsy was really concerned and did not expect that Laila would have such a terrible calamity. Gratitude is tucked away in the heart because of the Supreme Protector. Let her have not been given the confidence to have a baby as long as she can still get pregnant one day.

Haris just nodded weakly. She walks with Arsy to Laila's treatment room, as well as the mothers behind them.

Laila was still unconscious. His face looks very pale. Arsy saw that feeling sorry. Apparently, she could not hate the woman her husband had married.

***

Haris really felt powerless to see Laila experiencing a calamity like this.

Grasped one of Laila's hands free from the infusion needle. Again, she could not hold back her tears. His mind drifted as Laila came to her senses and questioned the contents that had fallen.

Haris does not yet know what sentence will be spoken in response if tomorrow Laila wakes up and questions her situation.

***

Three o'clock in the morning Laila woke up. Maybe because it was a habit of waking up at that hour, making it awake without alarm or rocks anyone. 

Judging Haris was still asleep in the chair beside the gurney, the three middle-aged mothers also fell asleep. Laila too, probably because it's still under the influence of the drug. 

Slowly Arsy moved, stepped into the door and came out slowly as well as when closing the door. When he was behind the door, he stroked his chest as he managed to get out of the treatment room unhindered.

He walked slowly to the ground floor where the mushola was. The location of the mosque in the hospital is indeed a bit far because it is like that usually. 

His steps came to a halt when he accidentally heard someone's moans. Arsy drowned looking for the origin of the sound and his feet stepped closer to the origin of the sound.

Arsy's eyes glared when he saw who the man who was moaning due to the wound on his chest.

"To-please," said the man. 

"Well," said Arsy slowly squatting down and helping the man who had met him several times and left annoyed wounded. 

"To-please take me to the top floor" the man said. 

"Yes" said Arsy again.

Arsy was astonished because the wound on the chest of this man was quite severe and like someone hurt. Immediately the fear burst into the heart of suspecting that the person being helped is a criminal.

"Who's your name?" Ask the man.

"Orsy."

"I'm Jo," said the man making Arsy nervous.

"Nanya," said Arsy made a man named Jo also upset.

Arsy delivers Jo with great difficulty and in the treatment room. There are already several doctors ready to treat Jo's wounds.

***

Jo is the name of one of my mother's novels. Hayoo.. Jo who tried?