"Wa'alaikum salam!" said Sarah with a deep bow. She stood awkwardly as she clutched the paper bag tightly to her chest.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" asked Hilman politely.

"Oh... Y-yes, Doctor," said Sarah getting nervous. Clumsily the woman then sat back in the chair, as did Hilman who also sat beside her with a distance of 1 person between them.

Both of them seemed to be silent, not knowing what to say. Even Hilman was seen adjusting his hair repeatedly because he was really nervous when he saw the stunning performance that Sarah showed.

The atmosphere was even more awkward, because the two did not seem to be talking to each other. But not long ago, Hilman's cellphone rang from the pocket of the material pants he was wearing. The man then immediately reached into his pants pocket. "Assalamu'alaikum, Ummi!" he greeted in a soft tone, as soon as he brought the cellphone to his right ear, knowing who had just contacted him.

"Wa'alaikum salam!" said Ummi Kalsum, Hilman's mother, from the other end of the line. "When are you coming back? It's already 6pm. Marissa has been looking for you! Didn't you promise her that you would take her to her mother's grave today?" Her hand seemed to wipe away the tears of her grandson who was still crying in her arms.

Hilman, who heard the faint sound of his beloved daughter's crying from the other side of the phone line, then sighed tiredly while adjusting his hair. He took off his glasses, holding them in his left hand. "Sorry, I have some business, Ummi. Humanitarian affairs," he said feeling guilty.

"But... Daddy promised Risa you would like to take me to Mommy's grave!" whined Marisa as she took the cell phone her grandmother handed her and put it to her right ear so she and her father could talk.

"You know... but, I'm sorry, honey. It's a humanitarian matter, really! When it's over, I'll come back to see you," Hilman pleaded, hoping his daughter wouldn't sulk.

"No way! You promised Risa you'd go to Mamah's grave today...!" whined Marissa, bursting into tears again.

Hilman immediately rose to his feet without Sarah's permission, the man walked outside so he could talk freely with his daughter. Meanwhile, Sarah, who saw and heard Hilman speak in such a seductive tone, immediately looked down deeply with a sour frown on her face.

The woman seemed to let out a long, heavy breath as she muttered, "It turns out he already has a girlfriend," she said in a tired tone. Feeling resentful for having been catapulted so high into the sky, now she was dropped to the bottom of the earth. "All men turn out to be the same!" she said in a furious tone. "I'll never be fooled again this time!" she hissed as she wiped away the tears that somehow fell suddenly from both eyeballs along with the pain that suddenly attacked her heart.

Sarah looked at Hilman who was standing in the distance talking on the phone. She then averted her eyes, refocusing on the door of the operating room, where the red light was now off, indicating that the operation had been completed.

The woman quickly stood up, as soon as the door opened from the inside. She immediately walked quickly to a cardiac surgeon who appeared to be removing the mask covering his mouth and nose. "How is my mother, Doctor?" she asked in a worried tone.

The doctor gasped in shock with blinking eyes when he saw Sarah's drastically changed appearance.

"Doctor!" scolded Sarah, she was confused to see that the doctor seemed stunned to see her.

"Oh ... uh, sorry ... I was daydreaming," said the sincere doctor who was now smiling awkwardly. He then cleared his throat briefly so as not to be caught mesmerized by the beautiful woman in front of him.Although a slight blush was visible on his face. "What did you just ask?"

"That... how is my mother, Doctor?" asked Sarah, not bothered by the doctor's behavior, because she was more worried about Marni's condition than the behavior of the male doctor in front of her.

"What's your mother's name?" the doctor asked again.

"Marni! It's Marni Hayati!" said Sarah firmly, also hoping to get good news about her adoptive mother.

"Heart failure patient, right?" the doctor asked again. Hoping to have a long conversation with the woman in front of her.

"That's right. How is she doing, Doctor?" asked Sarah again who was getting anxious because she was worried about Marni.

"Thank God, Mrs. Marni's surgery went well. Now we are just waiting for her condition to stabilize, then she can be moved to the treatment room," said the doctor kindly, even a sweet smile on her lips.

"When do you think my mother will be moved to the treatment room, Doctor?" asked Sarah with a hopeful twinkle in her eye.

"When he wakes up. Because for now, we have to monitor the patient's condition first. So... if something bad happens, then we can immediately take further action, and vice versa. If the patient's condition is stable, then they will be transferred to the treatment room immediately. Oh yes, has the patient been registered in advance at the registration counter?" the doctor asked again.

"Yes, Doc. I have registered," said Sarah with a relieved tone.

"Is the patient using health insurance or public? The problem is that my data has not been entered, but because the patient is an emergency, we will still process according to applicable procedures," said the doctor again. "It's only the treatment room that he hasn't gotten yet."

"About that, I don't know, Doctor. But, we have Health of insurance from the Social Service anyway, Doctor. Can my mother use the card while being treated here?" Sarah asked again, her voice sounding nervous. Afraid that the card would be rejected by the hospital, and that is the scariest thing right now, besides the mother's recovery.