I'm Among Three Handsome Men

I'M NOT CRAZY !!

I tried to eliminate the trauma memory stored in my brain, but the trauma was not lost and it was growing..

Six months after the abduction, my parents and I had a tragic accident.

That was the main factor in my trauma.

Flashback before Rara's parents crash !!

That afternoon we were planning to go home, after a day we were satisfied playing like my father got a few phone calls from someone.

I heard it quite clearly, it's only natural because the ringtone of the phone is quite very loud..

To the extent that my mother asked him several times ..

"Well, why not pick up the phone??" Ask my mom

"Nothing dear, not important .." replied my papah at that time, he tried to ignore his phone call at that time

When my mother and I were about to go to the toilet, I saw my father's panicked face, not usually looking at my father's face like that.

I just ignored it, I thought it was none of my business because I was still a child at the time.

I am so happy to be able to walk with my parents, rarely22 they can take the time to accompany me to play.

I know my father and mother are very busy managing our company, father who is the 3rd richest person in Indonesia is very busy taking care of his work which requires him to go back and forth abroad because he still has to work on some projects there.

While my mother she is so busy taking care of the company here even though uncle hadi has helped ease his work, he said, but it seems that the work is so busy that I have to be taken care of by my maid and nurse.

On the way home, in the middle of the road we stopped right at the restaurant because Rara (small) wanted to eat pizza.

"Paahh, stop and want pizza .. !!" My son whines spoiled

My parents are so good, they always obey all my will probably because I am his only child so that whatever I want they always buy it.

We ate the pizza in the restaurant, but again I saw my father's face was so different at that time.

He occasionally plays his white phone then he put it back in his pants pocket.

"Why paahh .. ??" Ask my mother, apparently she was aware of the attitude of papah at that time

"That's one of papah's clients, he does not accept that his work is off . "my papah replied

"Why can I cancel pah .. ??" Ask mama curious

"They have not been honest with papah, it is considered that papah is stupid, all the prices of their goods go up if it is rich that can be lost papah . "the word papah his voice looks dusty, he said, maybe at that time he was upset about his work

"Aduuhh .. dear papah child, sorry papah always do not have time for rara, papah busy kept in the office . "he also stroked my hair and kissed my forehead

"Iihhh .. what the heck, anyways rara would have been great if kissed papah later in the suspect rara girlfriend om22 .. hehe !!" Rara said innocently

" hahaha "we laughed together, it was the last laugh my parents had heard

After we felt full, we hurried away..

On the road we took the time to sing together, when my father's face turned to panic, he tried several times to glance at the rearview mirror of the car turned out to be a car that followed us at that time..

"Why reward .. why panic ??" Ask mama curious

"It looks like someone is following us mah ." replied papah

He was still focused on the driver of his car, suddenly the car that followed us speeding right next to the car we were riding in, the windshield was so dark we didn't know who was behind the car.

The black BRV car kept following us, so picking up the car we were riding in, my father tried to increase his speed until right at the red light he tried to brake to stop, but the fate of the brakes was immediately blong until the car in our drive hit one of the cars and resulted in a consecutive collision at that time.

After that incident, my trauma got worse I always cried and screamed until many of my neighbors thought I was crazy.

I may be depressed at that time, it's natural that I was very young to bear the incident, maybe at that time I experienced prolonged trauma can be called post-traumatic stress disorder or PTSD.

Hadi uncle who did not have the heart to see my situation at that time brought me to immediately seek treatment and therapy, maybe I should meet a physiologist because my uncle said at that time I should try to get all my heart out to the doctor (maybe you can say vent ) hehehe ...

It seemed like only uncle could understand my circumstances back then, until uncle asked me to stay with him so that he could easily monitor my circumstances.

Uncle hadi was so good to me, he loved me so much he was so attentive to me that I had time to think ..

"Am I his real son"

But all that is just my feeling of wanting to have a replacement father for me.

Sometimes when I remember that incident I always lock myself in the room and try to hurt myself..

It turned out to take me five years to heal my trauma at that time, lucky uncle who always cheered me as well as the beautiful doctor Juli who always patiently faced me.

Without them it would not seem like I could behave normally right now, at this time I have changed into a stronger figure my uncle has always taught me to be tough so that one day when I lose someone who means so much to me I do not need to lament nya.

Because according to him, "everyone who lives will surely return to him, that applies not to the dead but those who live may try to leave us either by betraying us or vice versa.

Until now, I always remember my uncle's message..