Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 15
Lazily Dimas opened his eyes, he got up and sat on his bed.
“What's up, Mom?” asked Dimas who was still holding back his drowsiness.
“Your wife is dying, and is now being taken to the hospital,” Fatimah said in a panic.
“What do you mean, Mom?” asked Dimas lazily.
“Fitri rushed residents to the hospital,” said Fatimah with a high starting tone.
In times of emergency like in Dimas still ask make him annoyed.
“Dad, Dad, Mother, Dad. Please, Mother,” cries Rasya complained to his father.
Dimas opened his eyes and looked at his daughter.
“Honey, what's wrong with mom?” tanya Dimas hugged her daughter.
“Mother, Dad. Mother is bleeding, lots of blood,” Rasya said in his tears.
The little girl could not explain well what was happening to her mother, she just said an elusive piece of the word.
“Come, Dim, Wake up! We have to go to the hospital to see Fitri,” invite Fatimah to panic.
When Dimas got up he stepped into the bathroom to wash his face and get ready to go to the hospital. So too with Fatimah, he was getting ready to go to the hospital.
“Where are you going?” arif asked his wife and son when he just came home from the stall.
“To the hospital,” replied Fatimah annoyed at her husband.
“Ngapain early in the morning like this to the hospital?” ask Arif curious.
“Fitri dying and rushed to hospital,” replied Fatimah Ketus.
Dimas was already on his motorcycle with Rasya, Fatimah also took the ride on the motorcycle.
“Come, Dim,” says Fatimah.
“Hei,” call Arif on his wife.
Dimas also drove his motorcycle, they ignored the call of the middle-aged man.
Fatimah was increasingly upset to see the behavior of her husband who now only knew to have fun, she no longer thought about how to make money for their lives at home.
That made Fatimah reluctant to respect her husband, even though she knew what he was doing was wrong but she could no longer be kind to the husband's increasingly arbitrary behavior towards him.
“What else does that woman do?” muttered Arif annoyed.
He stepped inside the house no matter what happened to his daughter-in-law.
Shortly after Dimas and his mother arrived at the hospital, he met with Mr. Syamsul and Mr. Budi in the ER room.
“How about my wife, Sir?” ask Dimas to Syamsul.
“He is being checked, Dim,” replied Mr. Syamsul.
“We are told to wait here,” said Pak Budi added.
“What really happened to Fitri,” murmured Dimas in the heart.
Not long after they waited, a nurse came to Syamsul sir.
“Family of patients named Fitri?” ask the nurse to Mr. Syamsul.
“I am her husband, Sus,” Dimas replied.
Dimas approached the nurse.
“Bapak, can come with me?” said the nurse.
The nurse took Dimas to the doctor's office who had checked Fitri's condition.
“Dok, this is the husband of the patient,” said the nurse when they were in the doctor's office.
“Oh yes, please sit,” said Doctor.
The doctor looked at Dimas with a difficult to interpret gaze.
“Sorry before, Sir. I want to ask if last night you were at home?” ask the Doctor to Dimas.
“Mhm, what's wrong with my wife, Doc?” ask Dimas curiously.
“Jawab my question first, Sir,” said the Doctor looks annoyed because Dimas did not immediately answer the question from him.
“Mhm, last night I stayed at my parents' second home, Doc,” Dimas replied.
Dimas was curious about what happened to his wife.
“Oh, look, sir. After we examined the patient, I think there has been sexual violence on the father's wife causing severe bleeding, which is where the act was done at the time of the father's wife at the beginning of the month came,” said Doctor explained.
“What? Doctors mean there's a guy who comes to our house and embellishes,-“ Dimas hangs his words.
The man remembered what he had done to his wife last night.
“Do you suspect someone who has dared to do this?” ask Doctor.
Dimas was silent.
“If you are pleased we will do a visa to the father's wife so that later we have evidence if this problem is brought into the realm of law,” said the Doctor again.
“What? No, Doctor. Don't do that,” said Dimas quickly.
Cold sweat began to pour on his body, Dimas was afraid of his violent actions last night which was the cause of the wife was experiencing the plunder.
The doctor looked at Dimas' expression, he felt suspicious seeing Dimas' panicked look on his face.
“Pak?” lirih the Doctor.
“Eh, yes.” Dimas was jolted from his daydreams that began to imagine him being imprisoned for his violent actions on his wife last night.
“Alright, if indeed you will not do a visa to your father's wife. At this time the father's wife is resting to recover her body strength, we will move the father's wife to the ward,” said the doctor.
“Alright, Doc. Thank you for the help, Doc,” Dimas said before he walked out of the doctor's room.
Dimas stepped out of the room, he saw two nurses pushing the cage into the ward, Dimas followed the nurse.
He looked at the nurse who was now making the bed for Fitri, Dimas stared at the nanar kea rah Fitri, he still remembered his actions last night had made his wife almost lost her life. However, there was not the slightest bit of regret growing in his heart as he recalled the events of a few weeks ago.
“Later if there is anything, you can call us in the guard room,” said one of the nurses on Dimas when the nurse had finished his task and was about to leave the room.
“Eh, yes. Thank you,” said Dimas.
Dimas sat by Fitri's bedside, a tired face and pain emanating from the look of the woman who had accompanied him for 7 more years.
The anger of Dimas who knew his wife was still related to the ex also still emanated on his face, either excessive jealousy or just selfishness that did not accept the fraud experienced by the wife, he said, he himself did not understand his mood.
“Dimas, how is Fitri?” ask Fatimah who just entered the nursery with Rasya.
He knew that Fitri had been transferred to the ward from one of the nurses who had escorted Fitri to the room.
Dimas turned his head towards his mother who had just entered, he immediately hugged his daughter who looked sad.
“Fitri is bleeding because she ha*d, she just needs a break, Mom,” Dimas replied lying.
Dimas did not dare to tell his mother the truth because he would keep the matter between himself and his wife.
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