Dew Under the Rain
Between Febby and Juna

Juna slammed the door of his room a little. For some reason, when it comes to women's problems he is always reluctant to discuss them. Juna grabbed his jacket hanging behind the door leaf.

"Argh! Mom, there's-there's, anyway!" gerrutu annoyed.

He came out with a bent face, his steps were heavy to go to Febby's house despite simply apologizing. I hope I don't meet Febby.

"Where are you going, Om?" ask Dew who is still opening her socks in the living room.

"Ck!" juna Cuek reply. Then go ride his bike.

Along the way he often nagged himself, repeatedly he said, "If it wasn't for Mom, I'd be lazy to meet Febby, Febby it."

Juna headed for a big market to bring something. There's no way he's come empty-handed. Juna buys fruit in minimarket that has been neatly arranged in a basket.

Juna took it from the origin, and immediately paid. Although his face murmured, he still fulfilled Marni's wish. Riding the motor very slowly, the fruit basket was already in front of his chest.

"Assalamualaikum," he said when he arrived at a minimalist and quite modern house. It was a nice house in their village.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered the owner of the house, Sri, Febby's mother from the inside and stepped over to Juna who was standing in the doorway. "Eh, Nak Juna," he continued, looking to tidy up his little bun.

"Febby's there, Mom?"

"There, a minute, yeah. Enter, enter. Sit down, son Juna."

"Thank you, Mom."

Juna looked around the wall of the house. He saw some pictures of Febby. He graduated in Los Angeles and earned the cumlaude title. Juna blicked his lips and then the mangosteen.

"Hi," said Febby who looked sad to see the arrival of Juna at his home. The girl just sat in front of Juna. Juna just melengos. "This is for me?" tanyanya who has lifted the fruit basket that Juna brought earlier.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. Then, excuse me," said Juna without further ado and stood up to walk away.

"Well, you want to go home, Jun?" tanya Sri while carrying a tray containing sweet tea in a glass.

"Yes, Mom. There are patients to check." For the sake of appreciating, Juna sipped the tea a little and then left.

No admiration or anything else. It's just that, Juna had thought the overseas graduate girl did recklessness many times. Juna shook his head to throw off thoughts about Febby.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Juna was presented by a patient who was suffering from minor and multiple injuries, on the IGD.

"What's this?"

"There was a bus accident."

"Certainly? Why are you still here?" Juna looked at Nia who was standing with both hands he put in his white coat pocket.

"That's not our territory, Jun. Let the people in the IGD select it.

"Certainly? You're just gonna shut up, are you?"

"Yes, what should we do? We're surgeons, not general practitioners."

"It! We are doctors, by seeing so many patients and need help, are you quiet? Where did you swear to be a doctor?"

Juna leaves Nia and takes her white coat. He quickly stepped back to help nurses and doctors at IGD.

Juna crossed Nia who was still standing in the same position. His face looked annoyed at being scolded by Juna earlier.

"You're not sane, Jun!" cibir Nia who stepped away towards his room. Nia clenched her fuming hands. The incident the other day burned his heart. Today, he was again hurt by Juna's attitude.

"Sus, why dumb! Quickly bring alcohol to clean the wound."

"Yes, Doc."

Juna's gaze continued to be fixed on the monitor screen and the patient alternated. He ensures that the patient's condition is stable, patients who are middle-aged men continue to complain in the chest.

The nurse came back with alcohol in her hand, Juna asked the nurse to come with him to do a CT Scan. The vault was pushed towards the X-ray room. Juna did it himself.

Examination results showed there was a heart temponade, Juna immediately ordered the nurse to prepare the operating room and anesthesiologist on duty.

As the nurse came out carrying the patient, a middle-aged woman looked uneasy as well. Juna walked over, the woman immediately squeezed Juna's arm.

"Dok, how is my husband. He's all right, right?"

"Your husband is experiencing cardiac temporade. Cardiac temponade is a compression of the heart caused by the collection of fluid in the sac that surrounds the heart. Heart tamponade puts pressure on the heart and prevents it from filling properly. As a result, blood pressure has a drastic drop that can be fatal."

"Then? What should I do, Doc? I want my husband to be safe." Worn-looking middle-aged woman**************** her fingers. He was so worried, whether it was a matter of cost and so forth.

Juna seemed to be scratching his temple, he was confused as to how to tell the truth. If no surgery is performed, the man will die in vain.

"Fine, your husband did the surgery."

"Operation?"

"Dok, the operating room is ready. The doctor you asked for has also been on stand by with several nurses."

Juna turned to look at the small-bodied nurse, then nodded for a while. His eyes were on the woman in front of him.

Juna clasped the wrinkled hand, then grabbed onto his shoulder.

"I'll do my best, Mom. You just have to approve the form the nurse submitted."

"But, Doc. The cost?"

"Sus, it costs me to put my bill, yeah."

"All right, Doc."

Juna hurriedly headed for the operating room. The middle-aged man was already stretched out before him. He changed his clothes with a special one. Then ready to fight with a knife that risks the patient's life in his hands.

Juna took a deep breath and prayed for a while before starting.

"Bismillah. The scalpel" he told the nurse and began to split the chest of his patient.

"What about the vitals, Doc?" ask the anesthesiologist who served after busy splitting the chest of the patient.

"Stable, Doc."

Juna continued the operation by exerting all his abilities. Assisted by the team that used to participate with him. Its operating time is about ninety minutes.

Middle-aged woman, restless waiting for the state of her husband who is struggling to live. Praying with hope.

Nia was standing in front of the operating room, the red light was in progress dissecting activity was still on even though sixty minutes had passed.

The middle-aged woman continued to pander, Febby suddenly came over. Sontak Nia melengos go. Apparently, Febby, who called the ambulance, also took part in evacuating the victims. Febby gently swept the clothes of the middle-aged woman beside him.

"We wish you all the best, Mom."