When Married?
KM Part 73
Literature is currently standing outside the ICU. He could only look at the Flower through the glass. Recollecting his conversation with Miss Marni this morning.
"Secretary, you should not have to come here again, Auntie does not want the mental condition of the flower to be disturbed because of your presence, you see for yourself, right? when the flower cries hysterically when you see it," said Miss Marni.
"Tante, please allow me to keep visiting Bunga even if I only see it from afar, let me make up for all the mistakes I have made. I want to take responsibility for my actions towards Bunga and I will provide the best care for him to recover." Literature pleads with a face.
"Tante really wants you to be responsible for Bunga, but the chances are that things will get worse when you see him. Aunty doesn't want to make a mistake the second time around. Aunty wants to fix all the mistakes of this time for the life of Flowers in the future, so you better stay away from my daughter." Ms. Marni passed away leaving Literature and reentered the Flower treatment room.
Literature was still pensive and the daydreams were crumbling when the doctor entered the room. Flowers seemed to open their eyes again, Literature quickly left and chose to look at it from a distance, not wanting Flowers to scream like it was this morning.
The doctor examined the overall condition and stated that the flower can be moved to the usual care room.
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The flowers have been moved to the VVIP classroom treatment room. Unbeknownst to Ms. Marni, Literature arranged for the hospital to provide the best care for Bunga.
Two nurses came into the room to give medicine and change their clothes, the nurse gave an injection and also a few grains of medicine and then opened the bottom of the body of the flower to see if there is still bleeding or not.
"Suster, what is this?" the question is soft, and the index finger leads to the hose.
"This is a catheter hose, last night you did curettage due to miscarriage, this hose is installed because of your weak condition and should not get out of bed. After later your condition improves this catheter will be released," said the Sister friendly.
When she heard the word miscarriage Flowers felt dizzy as if spinning, her head throbbing violently, as if an invisible hand was squeezing the contents of her head. His brain recalls that he tried to kill himself, but now he is still alive and the baby in his womb who left him. Flowers were screaming hysterically.
"WHY... WHY ARE YOU HELPING ME, HUH! I WANT TO DIE BUT WHY DID YOU SAVE ME! WHY DID YOU SEPARATE ME FROM MY BABY, WHYAAA...!"
Flowers pull out the hose infusion, blood immediately scattered from the needle that is still stuck in his veins and went back to rampage making the nurses in the fog call the doctor. Literature that heard it from a distance instantly barged in as soon as it heard the cry of Flowers.
"Dear, don't do this. Your condition just stabilized, please calm down," sounded a desperate tone from Literature's speech.
"ASSHOLE, WHY DID YOU COME BACK, HUH, DID YOU BRING ME HERE? WHY NOT LET ME DIE? I HATE YOU! I WANT TO BE WITH MY BABY!" The raging flower cried hysterically while grabbing its own hairpins.
Literature wanted to hug her but Bunga did not want to be touched by her at all. The cheeked handsome man felt endless tightness, his heart was poignant, desolate, silent, shrinking like cold as the Flower rejected his presence. Making him feel De Javu, maybe like this is also the feeling of Flowers when he rejected the presence of the baby's blood flesh.