Tucked In Both Hearts
53. Panicked

It took three calls from Jeff to be able to talk to his mother. He knew his mother must be looking for the right time to answer his phone. If only there were people to talk to other than his mother, maybe Jeff would talk to that person. All this time he was not close to anyone.

"Sorry Jeff, I need to find a safe place to talk to you first. What was? Tumben once you've had these nights calling?"

Jeff was just about to answer his mother's question when the ER door opened. His focus and attention were distracted by the female doctor who had just walked out of the room.

"Doctor, how's my wife doing, how's my son? They're okay, right? They survived, right?" Jeff asked frantically, even so panicked, he forgot that his phone connection was still connected to his mother.

"The patient is bleeding heavily, sir. We have to get the baby out immediately, for that we need your consent to perform a cesarean section on the patient."

"But my wife's content just entered eight months, Doc."

"That's the only option, sir."

No other choice led Jeff to make the decision to comply with what the doctor suggested. Nothing is more important than the safety of both.

The phone connection was still connected when Jeff a little riweh with the caesarean procedure to be done.

"Hello Jeff, what's going on? Mama broke her phone first, yeah. You can call Mama again."

Jeff was a little surprised by the voice that suddenly appeared on his phone.

"I'm sorry I ignored Mama. So panicked I forgot I called Mama again."

"What's going on, Jeff? What was? Why did you hear someone bleeding? Who's bleeding?"

"Queen, Ma. The queen fell in the bathroom. There's been a lot of blood, but I didn't think she had to have surgery now. I asked for his prayer, Ma. Hopefully everything goes well, I called Mama just wanted to ask for a prayer. I don't know who to tell. I feel alone, Mama can't think of the Queen as a daughter-in-law. Mama may hate him, but I beg you this time, I just ask for safety for both of them."

Jeff actually really needs friends at this time, no need as a solution provider. Simply accompany him waiting for the action given by his wife. Simply sit still and hear the story or at least just give a touch or a sedating sentence that can slightly reduce his worries.

"Best prayers to you, Jeff. Mama will try to talk to Papa, maybe Papa can understand for this time. You can send a message to the location of the hospital. Who knows, you managed to persuade Papa and tomorrow morning we'll be there."

"It's okay, Ma. I just need your prayer. I don't want Mama to get scolded by Papa or you guys fighting."

"Already, leave everything the same Mama. Send the location tomorrow, yeah. Yes, now you focus first on the Queen, all you can do now is pray. Let me know if there's anything, yeah. It'll be midnight even if Mama calls."

Jeff felt a little more relieved after revealing his slight unease to his mother. Seconds and minutes are running so slow at the moment. I don't know how many times he looked at the clock in his left hand. Staring at the clock and the door of the operation alternately since he had done. He felt that the surgery his wife underwent was going very slowly.

"Gosh, why so long?"

"Dok, how's my wife's son doing, Doc? They survived, right?" The question slid in moment as the door of operation opened. His mind was very chaotic because the doctor had finished the operation, but there was no sound of crying babies.

***

Miss is still struggling with attempts to cover her fingers. He was a little troubled himself because if he moved not carefully, then the ring would be seen easily.

Jeon did not understand what the woman was hiding, but from her movements since then he understood something was hidden by her. However, he tried not to ask or try to find out. Because he thought that, if Miss hid it with great difficulty from him, it meant that he should not know what he was trying to hide. And he appreciates that.

However, as God said otherwise, Jeon who had just picked up his hot coffee accidentally spilled it on the hand of Miss who had her finger embedded in the ring from him.

"Jeez, I'm sorry I didn't mean it." Jeon took the woman's hand, but quickly missed moving it.

"It's okay, Je. A little hot, not much spilled. It's okay to worry, I can handle it myself. Let me give you some cold water first, yeah. I wash it in the toilet." Missed and walked quickly to the bathroom.

He blew the back of his hand all the way to the bathroom. The heat and burning sensation he felt.

Miss grimacing in pain while holding the pain when the hand is splashed with hot water it was washed in the sink. The back of his hand started to turn red.

"Part Jeon there-anyah, the new coffee poured boiling water instead taken," his grunts as he blew his hands.

"How am I going to get back? It will be a question if I close his hands and later Jeon will want to see the wound. It can't be. What is my fate?"

Missing to know and understand, actually if it was discovered by the man he was sure Jeon did not mind it. It's just that he has said that the ring is gone and he also once said a sentence that contains a rejection for a serious relationship. It doesn't seem funny if he's done that and suddenly Jeon knows he's wearing his gift ring. It hurts self-esteem Miss, it's a shame. That's what he had in mind.

"What's the worst anger, dear wound? Until you question your fate." While Miss was deep in thought and a way to hide what Jeon could not know, the man suddenly appeared. He immediately hid both hands behind his back.

"Huh? Since when are you here? Just be surprised."

"Look at his hand."

"It's okay. Just a little red, like clamping the door. I love cold water, it's not hot anymore, it's okay." I miss answering him a little nervously.

Jeon stared intently at the woman, then in the next second, he advanced his legs one step forward. That made Miss rewind her steps. Longing's feet kept retreating along with Jeon's feet.

Until a few steps later, the feet of Missing can not go anywhere. His body was already fused on the wall, he painstakingly swallowed his saliva.

Jeon moved his head and grap.