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Becky's Story
14.
Flowers on the sow above the tomb are now clean of weeds, prayers are offered and a sad heart approaches. Rifa asked to be left alone for some time, there are some things she wants to discuss with her father who has different dimensions
“well, rifa is not a normal person. Dad, Rifa would love to meet you and mom, complain and ask for your love. But fate says, if you first meet with God, nothing can change destiny and indeed this may be the destiny of rifa.
Rifa lives among the confusion you leave behind. Rifa always looked for my childhood story, but never got the rifa.
Sometimes the rifa overthinking something, sometimes something strange entering the rifa, sometimes the rifa feel pain and sometimes the rifa feel full of shock at something…
But it feels, soon the rifa will know one by one his background. Rifa, it doesn't feel like you want everything you're staying. Rifa just wanted to continue my work, becoming an ordinary person unknown to the crowd.
Rifa would rather play with farhan and the others in camp,, rifa is happier with the world to column than being a successor who is struggling with paper and stocks.
Well, I miss you guys, aunty always covers up what's going on with you and mama, rifa doesn't know the reason why you eat mama in italian while dad's here,,, many puzzles that I have thought about and only now can I reveal. And it says to you who are far away…
Pray for me to be a useful person, who can suppress my ego and become the radiant of the world you hope to be…
Al fatihah's.”.
Rifa, complaining about a lot of things
There are so many irregularities in him
There are so many things that make him weird with himself.
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We turn to emilia who is currently focused on dealing with girls who have experienced trauma in the past.
He approached, invited her to talk, invited her to tell stories and met the sad things also from the woman.
“my childhood, creepy. At the age of 10, a pedophile case hit me. And it was done by my own father. I realized that when I was 16 years old when I discussed reproductive issues in school. Perhaps for many, losing virginity is commonplace, let alone this london.
But for me, losing it and being done by my own father was the hardest trauma I could ever have received. I'm grateful that my father, no, he doesn't deserve to be called a father. The man is dead, and I am a little calm because I am not in the scope of fear” explained the patient last time
His name is becky,
“sorry I was becky, I didn't know you were going through something like this. Not just for you, it was like a nightmare to me. Does it continue until you're an adult?” ask emi and she nodded
“aku dirty, I was often threatened and actually the accident was my own thing” honestly becky smiled
“that's you?” ask emi to look
“if he dies, then everything will be fine. There's nothing to be afraid of anymore, nothing to pressure me but, what made me wonder about it was when my mom found out that her husband was doing it to his daughter. My mother slapped and cursed me completely, and it was the first time that my own heart hurt so much, isolating my thoughts for myself and getting angry when others approach me.
If it's a man, I think it's my father, and if it's a woman, I'm afraid it's mama who's cursing at me so badly
“but you're not afraid of me..” emilia explained.
“because you're wearing that (pointing hijab). She gave such a great angry expression, mmmmmm, my mother loved her husband so much that even her own child would be humbled. Moreover, he knew that the man had been doing it since I was a child, he did not accept it, and it was that terrible expression that always stuck in my mind. His hair was fluffy, her face was red and it scared me so much that I was afraid of meeting a woman who looked like her” obviously Becky played her finger
“one more thing, sometimes my emotions are not connected. I'm aware but I don't know what causes it” Becky added
“have you ever listened to this thread?” ask emi to turn on the murrotal in the empty room
“ini what?” ask becky curiously
“listen to it, and enjoy” emi said. Becky complied and sat down in the chair that emilia provided
Waiting for a few minutes, one by one his tears dripped, he looked silent and his eyes kept crying
Emilia touched her back while calming down a little
Becky as much as she wanted to, crying was not bad but still confused as to why she could cry
“already feel lighter at this time?” ask emi, and she nodded
“to be honest, you have a pretty severe trauma problem, let alone a problem with men. I don't guarantee you'll be cured, except by getting to know a man slowly. In your mind, all men are equal, evil and always disgusting, but, not all men are. Try to get to know the world from a different side…
I will accompany you, pass through it with all my abilities and bring you out of the clutter trapped in your memory” clearly emilia hugged becky, while the girl maish continued to cry as much as she could
“you're the toughest girl I've ever met, be a becky who isn't afraid of anything. Do you want to know the flow and reading earlier more deeply?” emi and Becky asked
“his name, al quran.” Emi clearly
“sacred scripture of muslims,?” becky asked furrowed her brows, emi nodded
“but, aren't there many Muslims who become ******?” ask Becky with a big question mark
“that's a wrong point of view becky, if you want to know if they are****** or not, go in to get to know them. There will be no shooting and killing, because our religion does not teach that” obviously emi handed over an audio mp3 containing some murrotals
“I have to go back, listen to this to calm your heart” continued emi intend to leave
“be my friend...” said becky held emi's hand.
“”weren't we already friends?” ask emi smile
And becky looked down smiling,,,”thank you”
There are many twists and turns that becky passes, the problem of parents is only the outside of it, there are still cases that are just as heavy
That case is a bully,,,, that,,,
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The next chapter we discuss
Warm regards
Ismi hana rizky
