A Man's Self-Esteem Is Working

A Man's Self-Esteem Is Working
Wounds That Have Not Dried



"You okay, baby? Is there anything that hurts?" I heard Ummi's voice clearly in my ears, he stroked the top of my hair dear.


The view that had been blurred began to appear clear, the memory of the past when I was depressed had crossed clearly.


"Ummi, I'm fine" I answered softly as my gaze stared at the middle-aged woman who had always loved me.


"Let me try to check first" a middle-aged male doctor with a circular stethoscope around his neck, he approached the bed and checked everything he wanted to know.


Seemed a sense of worry enveloped Ummi, finished rubbing my condition Doctor was like overwhelmed with wonder.


"Sir, can I know? Have you had any major depression before?" Ask the Doctor


"Yes" I answered quietly still gathering energy after the fainting incident earlier.


"When?" ask her again


"about 8 years ago" I looked at the doctor's face


"Means I'm not wrong to say, then, the incident that you just experienced because of the opening of a wound that makes you depressed, the mental pressure that is too big to make you shocked and lost consciousness" The doctor explained


"Is my son going to be okay Doctor?" Ummi asked, her face clearly worried about me.


"Depression can not only be treated with medical drugs, but the support of parents who always accompany and support the creation of a warm atmosphere around the patient will make the patient more comfortable and speed up the healing period" the doctor explained back


"Okay Doctor, I will make sure everything is in accordance with the advice of the Doctor" Ummi said seriously.


"Well, please Mistress can redeem the prescription of the drug that I recommend at the nearest pharmacy" said the doctor when giving a card containing a scrawl of prescription drugs that I should drink.


"Thank you Doctor" said Ummi.


"If there are ongoing symptoms, contact me immediately" the doctor advised when leaving my room.


"Good Doctor" said Ummi nodding his head.


Ummi looked at my face, he then sat beside the bed while continuing to stroke the top of my head.


"Husein is there anything you want to tell Umm Nak?" Ummi lirih.


"Good rest, call Ummi if you need anything" said Ummi ended with a kiss familiar to me, a sense of warmth immediately spread throughout my body, but still did not lower my ego to share my story with him.


"Thank you Ummi" I replied slowly.


This body is tired but somehow these eyes never fall asleep, feeling tired not because of body fatigue but the heart that never improves.


Every disappointment in the memory was twisted back, the pain seemed to open old wounds that had not dried up, now the wound was even widened bloody and festering, pushy, the stench could even make the person who kissed her feel pity for the fate I suffered.


My gaze was instantly distracted as the ringing of the mobile phone broke the silence, Humairah's name imprinted on the flat object's screen.


The self did not answer but the heart was moved to lift, after weighing - doubt finally I decided to hang the phone call.


This heart is always longing with the carefree voice of you, but I try to convince myself to be good - well before all became gray because of my anger.


Indri I need to be alone, let me expand my mind and mind so as not to hurt you, indeed this is all destiny that I can not deny, trying to blend with the disappointment turned out to only make me more hurt.


I will try to improve to end all our suffering, I will assure everyone that you have the right to be my life partner.


The clinking of the phone turned my eyes back, I saw a short message that Indri sent through the green chat application.


"Are you okay?"


The message is common to anyone who reads, but this heart warms to every little action you give as if you were showing me your concern.


"Yes" reply me.


"May I hear your voice?" Indri reply


"No, I want to rest" I replied


"All right, tell me whatever it is"


Where should I start so that this tangled thread can be kept and stretched back? Maybe I will start from Ummi and Abi, if indeed they are involved with all this they will also make a distance between parents and children.