After Nuriana's departure, the room remained thick with a sense of unease, the weight of unspoken words pressing heavily upon everyone present.
Diana, her body taut with barely suppressed frustration, clenched her hands into fists so tightly that her knuckles whitened.
Her emotions were a tempest, jealousy, anger, and confusion swirled together in a volatile mixture, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not dispel the storm raging within her.
Mr Ridho and Mrs Saras, though clearly taken by surprise by the strange turn of events, were not ones to allow such turmoil to show.
They exchanged fleeting glances, as though trying to piece together some semblance of order from the confusion.
Neither spoke, for there was nothing they could say that would explain the inexplicable.
Yono, ever the relaxed figure, found himself caught in the same perplexing web.
His usually carefree attitude had been replaced by a genuine curiosity, "This is bizarre," he muttered, his tone laced with disbelief.
"The man's unconscious, yet he holds her hand like it's a lifeline, only to let go the instant he hears her voice? That doesn't add up."
Diana, unwilling to entertain such thoughts, scoffed dismissively, "It's nothing but a coincidence," she snapped, the words escaping her lips too quickly, betraying the unease that simmered just beneath the surface.
Her heart, though she tried to deny it, was full of doubts she could not shake off.
Mrs Saras exhaled slowly, her sigh heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid, "The most important thing right now is that Havi is more settled. Let's give him some time to rest. We can discuss the rest later."
They all fell into a quiet, uneasy waiting game, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
Havi lay still on the hospital bed, his face an unreadable mask, while Diana stood at his side, her gaze fixed upon him.
A storm of emotions raged within her, a mixture of longing, frustration, and an overpowering desire to understand what had just occurred.
And, though she would never admit it, a gnawing sense of betrayal had taken root deep within her chest.
Outside, Nuriana walked at a steady pace, her steps purposeful, yet her mind was far from at ease.
Her thoughts churned restlessly, questions buzzing like an incessant hum in her ears.
"Why was I the one who could release his grip?" she murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible as it was swallowed by the cool night air.
The words hung in the space around her like a riddle, unanswered, as she stared into the darkening sky.
She shook her head, trying to clear away the unsettling thoughts that clung to her like a shadow.
But the more she tried to push them away, the more they seemed to cling to her, refusing to be dismissed.
Back in the emergency room, Havi stirred ever so slightly. His body moved with an almost imperceptible twitch, and his eyelids fluttered as if fighting against the weight of sleep that still held him captive.
The room, which had been shrouded in tense silence, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.
Diana, who had been watching him closely, felt her heart rate quicken, "Havi?" she whispered, her voice soft and filled with a hopeful longing.
She stood there, silently urging him to open his eyes and acknowledge her first.
But instead, what happened next only served to deepen the confusion and bitterness twisting inside her.
In the haze of unconsciousness, Havi's lips parted once more, and his voice, barely above a whisper, uttered the name that Diana had hoped would not be spoken.
"Nuriana…"
The sound of her name was like a dagger to her heart, and Diana's fists tightened even further, her nails digging into her palms.
She fought to keep her composure, but the anger roiling inside her was becoming too much to bear.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, as she struggled to rein in her emotions and mask the tumultuous storm brewing within her.
Mr Ridho and Mrs Saras exchanged a glance that spoke volumes. Their expressions were a mixture of concern and quiet understanding.
There was something deeper here, something far more complicated between their son and the woman who had just left.
It was clear now that there was more to this situation than they had originally thought.
Yono, ever the one to seize an opportunity for teasing, couldn't resist.
A low chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back casually in his chair, "Well, well, Havi," he said, a smirk playing on his face. "You wake up, and the first person you think about isn't your parents or your girlfriend? Interesting."
Diana snapped her head toward him, her eyes narrowing with a sharpness that could cut through steel, "She's not my boyfriend!" she retorted quickly, her voice sharp and defensive, though there was a touch of insecurity that she could not entirely conceal.
Yono merely shrugged, his grin widening, "Alright, alright. But let's be real here, Diana. We all know who's on his mind right now."
Diana said nothing, but her silence was deafening. Her jaw clenched, and her gaze drifted back to Havi, her thoughts a tangled mess of conflicting emotions.
She would never admit it, but the sting of jealousy was all too real.
There was something about the way he had murmured Nuriana's name, so quietly, yet so vividly, that made her heart ache.
Mr Ridho, noticing the tension mounting between Diana and Yono, cleared his throat, attempting to steer the conversation in a less volatile direction.
"What matters now is that Havi is awake," he said, his voice calm and measured.
"We can discuss all of this later. Right now, what he needs most is rest."
A hush fell over the room, thick with unspoken words, as that name passed Havi's lips once more.
Diana remained rooted to the spot beside his bed, her body rigid, as though she were bracing against an invisible force pressing upon her chest.
Mr Ridho and Mrs Saras exchanged glances, unwilling to stir the already fragile atmosphere.
Their son had only just emerged from a critical state, yet they could not ignore the way Nuriana's name had slipped so effortlessly from his mouth, over and over again, as though she were someone far more significant than a mere acquaintance.