As you know, we still lived in Bali at that time. It happened late at night when some stranger knocked on my door and told me that my husband fell of his motorbike. I rushed to the scene, and I saw my husband sitting on a chair with painfull expression. He was surrounded by people, but I still could see his arm clearly. And as a doctor, I knew that it was most likely a fracture.
I asked some strangers to help me took him to the nearest hospital. And my intuition was correct. It was a Galleazi fracture. I consulted the Orthopedist personally, and I agreed when Ortho said that my hubby needed surgery. The only problem was.. our insurance only cover for his surgery in Jogja, but not in Bali. And we had no family whatsoever to help us and support us if we decided to do the surgery in Bali. So.. I put him on a cast and strong painkillers and prep him for a flight. We decided to accelerate our moving day. So the very next day, which was 27th August, we got on a plane and moved to Jogjakarta.
Long story short, he got operated, hospitalized for a few days, still being put on a cast for at least 1 month, and my mom helped us packed all our stuffs and shipped them from Bali to Jogja.
It was like a storm in a bright sunny day. It was just so sudden and unpredictable. So, we took the very next flight and rushed to Palembang (my hometown). And it didn't really hit me until I saw my father's body.