Wife Revenge Wasted

Why help me?

In a treatment room, Anjani is currently lying weakly. Many tools were attached to his body to sustain his life. Just one tool that was released is a pen on his leg that was released yesterday afternoon through surgery by doctor Bobby. It only left the rest of the wound neatly sewn together and the throbbing pain ached.

If calculated, this woman became the longest occupant in this hospital. And if calculated, either how many hundred million or maybe even billions of money spent to save the lives of women they do not know. Every day, he was alone in this white-painted room. Only the sound of the heart monitor accompanying him chirped. Sometimes he was accompanied by a man sitting on the sofa playing a pencil in his hand and scraping it on a white sheet of paper. A sketch of the face he was making. I don't know whose face is black and white.

The sound of the engine went off faster several times, making Kelvin turn to the lying figure, he went to check the ICU monitor and the heart rate of this patient had started to rise. It seems like the effects of the dope are completely exhausted.

Kelvin took the stetoscope that was on top of the vault beside the bed, and then heard the sound of the breath and the sound of the woman's heart, everything began to normal. This woman's lungs had been scratched by the rib fracture, it made this woman almost gone for good. Luckily Bobby his best friend managed to operate on this woman, until all the positions of the bones in his body are in all positions, although still have to wait for healing.

The stomach was also examined by Kelvin. The surgical wound on the surface of the woman's skin was already yelling and her intestinal noise was already very normal. “Good, you defended well,” Kelvin said as he looked at the woman's face. He agreed with Bobby when he was in the operating room, that this woman was so strong. He did not want to give up on the condition of his body that had been seriously injured.

While being looked at, suddenly there were tears dripping in the corner of Anjani's eyes. Kelvin immediately took the centre to check the woman's eyes. The pupils dilate and shrink following the distance of light that is stimulated by Kelvin. “You want to wake up,” said the man with a small smile. He no longer moved and had a seat beside Anjani while waiting for this woman to open her eyes.

One minute, two minutes until about four minutes later, the eyeball inside the woman's eye socket seemed to move. Kelvin is getting impatient because it means this woman will open her eyes soon. Sure enough, a few seconds later this woman opened her eyes and showed her clear almond-shaped eyes. Only the corner of his left eye was still red.

“You are fully aware,” Kelvin said with happiness lurking in his chest. He bent his tall body to close his distance with the woman. He smiled at the woman who looked confused.

“Now you are in the hospital. Do you remember what your name is?” ask Kelvin slowly.

The woman did not answer. His eyes turned around to look around the room he occupied. Again the corner of his eyes shed tears when he realized that he was still really alive. His nose that had broken, began to be able to recognize the smell of soft room fragrances and mixed with the smell of alcohol, typical of hospitals.

His lips were dry and pale, trying to make a sound to make Kelvin subdue his body. “Anjani,” that name called Anjani weakly.

Kelvin smiled slightly hearing Anjani's slow and hoarse voice. “It feels good to see you awake, Anjani,” said this man with a smile expanded.

Anjani tried to smile, but the corner of her injured lip made this woman stop doing so. His face was very stiff, probably due to the many wounds on his face.

“Wait a minute Anjani, I'll call the doctor who treated you.” Kelvin moved for a while from Anjani's presence. He went out and closed the door slowly. Anjani was alone in the room. The light of the white light that was above his head, made him remember the last light of the lighthouse he saw before he fell into the sea and ended up with a body that was almost destroyed like this.

He still felt his pain as his body fell on the water. His whole body was like a ruin. His head hit the reef and his body was swayed by the waves. I don't know what makes the organs in his body hurt like this. He remembered nothing but a sense of tightness as he drowned without being able to survive. Anjani is also still curious, how does God send the good people who have saved him?

“Goodnight,” that friendly and friendly voice was heard from the mouth of a man in a white coat who entered the room with a smile unfolded. The man was wearing the typical hospital medical team shirt, blue.

Anjani wants to chimed in, but her lips are too stiff. His jaw also hurt as he spoke a lot.

“Hallo, meet me Bobby, orthopedic surgeon who handles you. What's your name?” the man asked as he stared fixedly at Anjani's eyes. His name was in accordance with the name embroidered on his right chest.

“Anjani,” that subtle voice is back heard.

“How are you doing today, non Anjani?” Bobby clasped Anjani's weak hand.

“Sick,” is just that sound heard.

Bobby nodded in understanding. “Mari shook hands with me,” Bobby clasped Anjani's hand and Anjani tried to reply, still quite weak. But at the very least, this woman could still use both of her hands well.

“Okey, good job. By the way, have you met this handsome guy?” Bobby pointed at Kelvin who was standing next to him. Anjani shook her head, since this man has not introduced himself.

“Should I introduce?” Bobby looked at Anjani and Kelvin alternately.

“I can do it myself,” timpal Kelvin on his best friend. “Include, I'm Kelvin. Glad to see you awake,” added the man while smiling. Anjani tried to smile, but again her lips were too stiff. These two good-natured men had become her broken life helpers. She was saved from her husband who had thrown her away. There are many things he wants to ask. One of them,

“For what did you save me?” Anjani overcame him stammeringly and quietly.

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