Beautiful Psychiatric Transmigration

The Better and Closer

"How did you get fired?"

Santy asked loudly at Nikolas who was sitting on the sofa.

"I don't know, honey. Your stepdaughter suddenly threw me with a letter of dismissal. But I didn't do anything wrong. But luckily I got a pretty good severance."

Nikolas looks relaxed. For the man, money is everything. With the severance money, he can have fun and have fun.

"The severance pay you get is nothing, Nicholas! Because if our goal succeeds, the Tan family treasure can be mastered!" hardik Santy looks so angry.

"That's hard, honey. Zayn never believed me, he was very vigilant, as if he already knew the evil intentions I was about to commit. Your stepson's too smart to be framed. The evidence is that I was fired immediately" said Nikolas.

"It's not Zayn who is too smart, but you're the stupid one" chirped Sanaya who suddenly interrupted. The woman had just entered the living room from the direction of her room.

After his household with Alvaro is destroyed, Sanaya lives in the house Santy bought for Nikolas. Inevitably, because Sanaya was no longer allowed to stay in the Tan family residence.

"People who are more stupid than me are better off staying still," Nikolas smiled obliquely at Sanaya, who was bound to explode soon.

"Fuck, Nikolas!" and sure enough, Sanaya directly cursed loudly.

"Stop, Sanaya!" Santy tries to break up Sanaya, "Don't make Mom even more dizzy from hearing your screams!"

Sanaya was instantly speechless but her gaze was still sharply drawn to Nicholas, who smiled faintly at her. His hands are clenched strong.

Santy massaged the dizzy temple. Why is the plan falling apart like this? What should he do next? Sanaya and Nikolas were completely unexpected.

"Hey, honey. You haven't transferred money for me this month."

Santy immediately looked up to look at the affair, Nikolas could ask for money after giving bad news. However, Santy is so blinded by love that she nods.

Unfortunately, Santy does not know if the young leaves he loves are not as smooth as he thinks.

"Alright, Honey. This problem must have a way out. I'm sure sooner or later you can take control of the Tan family treasure. Don't you still have your handy husband?"

Nicholas got up to approach Santy. Grab Santy's hand, then replace it with his, and give a gentle massage to the middle-aged woman's forehead.

"Do you want me to massage the others too, hmm?" bargain Nikolas.

Santy nodded as he was already lulled with the tenderness of Nicholas.

Seeing his mother who could not resist Nikolas, Sanaya clucked in annoyance. Then he turned around to go back to the room.

After being inside the room, Sanaya grabbed the phone lying on the bed.

He checked if there was a reply from Alvaro. However, the message he sent was not answered. Never reply, not read.

Their marriage is not over, because there is still a trial. Divorce takes a lot of time. The length of time needed to take care of a divorce is generally a maximum of six months. That was why Sanaya still wanted to persuade Alvaro so that he would not be divorced.

However, Sanaya's actions were only in vain. Alvaro could not possibly undo the intention to divorce her.

"Akhs! Shit!" sanaya shouted as she slammed the phone into the bed.

Then sat on the lip of the bed, drawing frustration from her hair.

"No, I don't want a divorce with Alvaro!"

Sanaya squealed, crying hysterically. He did not accept this ruined life. Heart's fucked. She's upset.

But angry at who? Wasn't this something he had to endure because of his evil deeds? The destruction of his life was his own.

Sanaya wiped the rough tears. One name comes to mind.

Renate.

"I can't see Renata being happy with Jefra Tjong. If I'm destroyed, at least he's also broken!" angered Sanaya, jaws clenched tightly and molars cracked.

Oh, Sanaya. You should have realized.

**

It has been counted five days for Renata and Mr. J honeymoon in country B.

Good to enjoy the view of the beach, go around to beautiful places, taste the typical food there, play water, watch movies with the theater on the water, and many other memorable romantic things.

And of course the effort to make the heir of the Tjong family continues to run.

The relationship between the two is also getting better and closer.

On many occasions, they also exchange stories. Mr. J began to open up to Renata more slowly.

Without Mr. J realizing, with him telling Renata, it's the same as having a consultation with the Psychiatrist.

The man did not know that his wife was a psychiatrist herself.

Renata had also removed sharp objects from the view of the husband so that the desire for self-harm did not arise. Instead, Mr. J can focus on other things, such as taking a few deep breaths to meditate.

"This is for you" Renata said, handing over a rubber ball.

Mr. J just glanced at the rubber ball at a glance, not intending to receive it.

It was the rubber ball that Renata had bought on their way back to the inn.

"Am I a child?

Mr. J asked in a cold tone as usual. Come on, he's not a kid, but he's the little boy-maker that his wife will be born with.

You guys, you still have time to think in that direction.

Renata's soft laughter spread in the room where they were staying during the honeymoon, "Who said you were a child?"

"Ck, then why are you giving me a rubber ball?" decak Mr. J.

Renata reached for Mr. J's hand, then placed the ball of the cart there, no matter the repudiation painted on those black eyes.

"You can squeeze this rubber ball when the desire to feel the sensation of self-harm arises. You must always keep your hands busy in order to be distracted from the impulse."

Mister J looked closely at the rubber ball he was holding. Then he started to move his fingers to squeeze.

"Yes, squeeze like that, honey."

Instantly Mr. J decided his gaze to turn to look at Renata. Then looked at the rubber ball again, squeezed it again, and turned to look at Renata. However, his gaze fell on the front body of the wife who soared sexy.

Mr. J took a slow breath. Holy hooch! Just make the trip!

"Then I will pack our things first, you can continue squeezing the rubber ball," Renata said without knowing if Mr. J's mind had traveled everywhere.

"Hm."

After getting a brief mutter from Mr. J, Renata began busying herself to arrange things into the suitcase, folding her clothes and also the husband into the suitcase.

They're going home tonight. The five-day honeymoon was not felt. Renata wants to be here longer. However, what can be done, the husband is the CEO of a large company that must return to work.

_To Be Continued_