Best Defense

Hard Time's.

...Sean Danial Warner POV's....

Franda and I went back into the room after talking to Mom. We decided to meet the woman named Lucy after Franda was mentally prepared, because it is not impossible that their meeting will open old wounds that until now have not been able to forget Franda completely.

Twenty years ago it was too hard on my wife's head, she was hurt and destroyed in an instant and the wound continues to torment her mind to this day. Maybe his attitude is too excessive for some people who do not experience something like this, but there are people like Franda who have difficulty in dealing with something. Especially if you experience it as a child, of course the impact will be even worse because there is no preparation whatsoever to welcome the heartbreaking event that strikes suddenly.

And after I saw for myself how it had affected Franda's psyche all along, my determination grew stronger in helping her to get up and forget her past. Or at least that's what I expect to happen later.

"What are you thinking?" Franda's voice pulled my mind back.

I raised my gaze and realized that both of her brown eyes were looking at me suspiciously. I looked closely, as if I was guessing the contents of my head.

I rubbed my sweaty palms over my thighs and clenched my hands nervously before thinking about what I was going to tell her. "Are you okay?" I said start.

"Hm. yes," his tone was stiff, and I knew he was holding something back. "I'm fine." she answered briefly. Then silence again enveloped the entire room.

I gulped with difficulty as I turned my brain to look for the next words. Should I shift my mind by changing the subject of the conversation towards his business that is darting under the auspices of my company? Maybe he'll calm down a little. Or what about our plan to renovate the forest house? I think it can make him more relaxed. But I decided to reveal what was in my head in the end.

I took a deep breath before speaking, "Alright, Franda, I know this might be a little bothering you, I mean about what happened to your parents. I'm not sure of the idea of meeting with you" I said carefully.

I watched his face closely to see his reaction, he flinching at my words but I caught a skeptical look in his eyes as he looked at me for a few seconds.

"You're worried about my situation?" He said while raising his eyebrows. "My anxiety disorder? What do you want to tell me exactly?" tanyanya sharp. He was clearly suppressing his anger. His two brown eyes were spouting fire and I was the target.

His gaze was terrible, and I realized this conversation would not be easy. "Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to take anything that might hurt from his mouth. I don't want you to go back to remembering the fateful events that befell your parents." This is true, I did not want him to get back messed up, especially I had worked hard to restore his confidence. I'll make sure anyone doesn't have a chance to reawaken the trauma he's experienced.

"Look, Sean. I know my mentality has been messed up lately. I got you and everyone in trouble, but I really wanted to meet her. He's the only family I have left." Franda bowed, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for giving you such a heavy burden in our marriage. My condition did worsen as some of the problems occurred, but trust me, I can handle this." Franda teary. His eyes pierced into my eyes and his gaze was full of supplications. Then he got down from the edge of the bed and immediately knelt before me.

I was stunned by his sudden and unexpected movements. Franda is stubborn and I don't want her to show up right now. I wanted to stick out my hand to pull her up, but she hurriedly shook her head. Both of his hands were agitatedly grasping my hands. "Please give me a chance to show you that I can be calm when I meet my aunt. I promise I won't be affected by anything, Sean. I promise I'll be fine even if she says something hurtful later. Please believe me..."

I exhaled a heavy breath. Watching him beg like that made me not have the heart to feel broken. Goddamnit! I was always weak when faced with him. Franda...what do I do to make you understand how I feel right now?

After weighing for a while, I nodded in the end. Choosing to try to believe him, I would at least see if he could really face a reality that might just be unpleasant considering how his tantric disappeared all along. "Well, I'll believe you, but if you can't hold yourself back later, then you'll have to deal with a psychiatrist." I threatened, and really meant to do that.

His face turned pale as he slowly began to absorb my words. This isn't the kind of reaction I'd expect to see from her. Her lips twitched and her eyes flashed as she looked at me, making me waver. But I can't back down now. I told you, Franda had to be hit hard so she could understand her condition.

He didn't answer me, but I could see the fear flashed across his face. It was not difficult to guess the contents of his head at this moment. Franda and her PTSD, are the only problems plaguing my current marriage. I bet that's what's on his mind right now. And he thought by pleading I would soften easily. How naive. He will not be able to run away or run away again. Like it or not, he has to follow my terms if he wants to meet his aunt.

"Your situation hasn't completely improved, Franda, you kind of deliberately poured gasoline on a burning fire. You know that?"

He frowned then turned his eyes to look at his hands that were holding mine. "I know, but I'd really like to see him." he said slowly. "There's too much I want to ask him... I've been looking forward to it for years, hoping that one day I can see it and she'll tell me about my mama, or at least I can see my mama's face on hers. That's all I want, Sean. I want to know something about my parents.I want to know what happened that night because..." His voice was cut off because he was no longer able to hold back his cries.

I quickly got down from the edge of the bed, knelt beside him and immediately clutched his trembling body. I let her cry to vent all the pain that hit her chest as well as my chest, of course. Of all the people in the world, why should he experience this? Why should a woman be as good and sincere as Franda? Truly, he did not deserve to live with this heavy burden. Franda is very fragile, even too fragile for even small problems.

"I've never asked for anything in my entire life, Sean. I always accept everything in front of me, trying to make peace with life although not infrequently I myself have difficulties. All my life I've been thinking about other people to the point that I've forgotten how to make myself feel at ease. I keep all my feelings, never blatantly complain, convince everyone that I'm okay."

"But you know, I'm never okay. My mind is falling apart, my brain is messing up, my temper is sickening, and I'm against it all. I fought against myself, refusing to believe that my situation was that bad. But now I realize that I really need help. So, whether I meet Aunt Lucy or not, I'll accept that psychiatrist. Just prepare everything, I'll obey your will."

I looked down at him. Alisku. With one quick move, I pushed back his body. "Franda," I groaned. "You're saying it like I'm forcing you to do that." I let out a rough breath. "Hey, look at me." I said demanding impatience.

Franda still did not want to lift her face. "I never forced you to do that, Franda. It doesn't matter if you don't want a meeting with a psychiatrist or anything, but you have to make sure you're okay after meeting. That's my only offer."

He laughed softly, but not in the cheerful tone I used to hear. This time his laughter was like. "No matter what happens after I meet my aunt, you're going to keep ripping me off with the idea of that psychiatrist, Sean. You and everyone are the same, you won't understand how I feel. I refused many times, but you guys still talk about it."

Franda let go of my hand, then stood up and stepped towards the sofa. He leaned back there while closing his eyes with a palm. "Just set up my meeting with that psychiatrist, I'll see him." He smiled bitterly. "What else can I do?" sally, desperate.

I'm standing. "Hey, you're overreacting." I muttered as I followed to the sofa. "I just want to make sure that you can really solve your problem, Franda. Psychiatrist or whatever it is, it's useless if you don't want it." I said, not to lose.

He laughed again, his tone more bitter than before. "It's really funny. You know that but still make me do it? Sean's..." He shook his head a few times. "We'd better finish this conversation. Do whatever you want, I'll follow you." It was the last word he said because after that, he immediately stepped out of the room, leaving me still confused.