
"Nak quickly immediately to the hospital, Samira accident" said Hanna from across there while sobbing holding back tears.
"Good ma'am, Rafiq will be there soon". Rafiq panicked.
The word 'panic' may still be lacking to describe Rafiq's current mood. He couldn't imagine how Samira was doing until he had to go to the hospital. How bad is he?...
All those feelings were raging within him. But at this moment the most domineering was the feeling of fear. Afraid if... "Ah, don't think of anything that doesn't" Rafiq said.
Soon he was headed where his car was parked. A little run but trying to win him. If he is not calm in dealing with this situation, then it will be difficult for him to solve the problem. Her thought.
Drove at a flat speed through a slightly jammed road, a speed that he said was still in normal condition. The car he was driving was not far from the hospital. Slightly glanced at the screen of his cellphone that was lit up with arriving. See there's a message there that just got to his phone. Perhaps it was the building code and room number where Samira was currently located. Thought again.
But he has not seen the phone, because he must concentrate on the road that he will pass in front of him. He needs to calm down. Thought again
Arriving at the Hospital, Rafiq immediately opened and read the message. And yes, a message from the mother. The message was the building code and room number where Samira and her mother were. Without a second thought and with the instructions he had just read, he explored the Hospital alone.
"Rafiq!" call Hanna.
Rafiq who had been not far from the room to be at the end of it, then approached his mother. Seen from a distance the face of the mother was full of extreme anxiety, which made her increasingly afraid. Fear of something happening to his wife and child.
"Where's Samira ma'am?" Ragiq asked after being beside her mother in a slightly trembling voice and a limp body.
"She's under examination" Hanna replied with an anxious look on her face.
"Why did this happen, Mom?" Rafiq asked, who began to shed tears, unable to withstand the fear that had enveloped his mind earlier.
Hanna was silent for a moment, and then told the chronology of the incident they had experienced earlier. A very fast event that cannot be avoided.
After the examination of the womb, Samira and Hanna were about to go home, and had previously redeemed some of the drugs prescribed by the doctor at the pharmacy not far from where they were.
A few steps out of the building area, and will head to the car that Hanna and Samira drive. The car had to be parked across the street, because the parking lot was narrow and full.
After Hanna headed for the car, then samira followed from behind. Arriving from their left, a yellow truck traveling at flat speed crashed into Samira, which made Samira bounce not too far from the truck. The sound that resulted from the collision was heard by Hanna who made herself grimace as if she could feel the pain.
A second later Hanna turned her gaze back and was shocked to see Samira lying on the street in blood. And immediately, Hanna headed towards him to help him.
Thanks to several people who saw the situation, Samira was immediately taken to the nearest Hospital around the region with an ambulance. Hanna was forced to leave her car that was still parked at the place earlier and took the ambulance.
"I'm sorry I couldn't take good care of Samira" said Hanna, who couldn't hold back her tears.
During Samira's pregnancy, Hanna has devoted her undivided attention to her. Even going wherever Samira goes out of the house, Hanna will always ask Samira so that she can accompany or at least her household assistant. Hanna always reminded Samira of her health condition. The incident earlier, the incident that made him feel like he failed to keep his daughter-in-law.
"Just say ma'am, all we can do now is pray. Wheeled so that Samira and my son, mother's granddaughter will be fine" said Rafiq calming.
Same with Rafiq. The worry that enveloped him in channelannya by way of pacing back and forth around the room.
A few minutes, or almost an hour. The doctor also appeared to come out of the room.
"How's my wife doc?" Rafiq asked as soon as the doctor was at the door of the room.
"Your wife is currently unconscious due to the impact on her head. In addition, other collisions that occur in the abdomen, make your wife bleed a lot. We've tried our best, but." explained the doctor and then could not continue with the explanation.
"However... what doctor?, what's with my wife's stomach?" Cut Rafiq.
"We apologize. The child in your wife's birth we can't save".
DEG!
Hanna who listened to it was unable to close her mouth tightly, could only gape heavily, surprised to hear the doctor's explanation just now. Rafiq is like that. As if unable to stand up, Rafiq dropped his body just like that.
"Patience Sir, Forgive us. Excuse me first" said the doctor and then passed from there.
"Sister Raf!" Said Aidan who is currently not far from them. Soon he helped Rafiq to stand up and led him to a chair not far from them.
Soon after Aidan left Rafiq's room, he heard Rafiq's very panicked voice earlier, and took the initiative to follow Ragiq from the grasshopper. There was something unnatural about the voice he heard earlier. So think.
"Sabar brother, Istigfar. All that has been given to us, it is impermanent. Please, brother" Aidan tried to calm Rafiq down
At that moment, Rafiq who sat down bowed limply. Unable to say a word. Tears that had flowed from then on, now flowed so fast.
Hanna who was beside them was also unable to contain her sadness. Plus seeing his son sitting helplessly made him claustrophobic. How will he later explain to Samira that the child who is very much guarded by Samira now can not be saved?...
"What about Samira bu Hanna?" Dianna asked after a few minutes ago to get word from Aidan, and immediately headed to the Hospital where her son was.
"Samira was not aware, and said the doctor, the child she contained could not be saved" said Hanna.
DEG!!!
Like being struck by lightning. Dianna and her husband were helpless.
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