Is It Wrong Not All Right?

Doc, Fina Scared...

The graduation event that was supposed to be a special event for him, even ended in chaos. Fina was now lying in one of the rooms in the building while occasionally shedding tears. Gerald had a consultation call so he could not accompany Fina there. Lindy's? Fina did not want to be accompanied by anyone other than Gerald, as well as her father.

The pillow that Fina was sleeping on started to get wet from her tears. Fina looked at the status of her friends who were taking pictures outside . Fina should have been there anyway, doing the same. Joking, laughing, but he was too willing to look at the faces of his friends.

Fina's tears kept pouring out. Why is his life so poor. Why he can't live like his other friends. Especially when accepting the fact that he failed to conquer his social anxiety on the stage earlier.

“I lost?” lirih Fina on herself with a flat tone.

Before long, the door of the room opened. His father who had been waiting outside the room because he wanted to give his own wanktu, appeared from behind the door even though only half the body.

“Fina darling, let's go home.”

Fina was stiff. He slightly moved his neck, to put it on. His body is like a robot, there is no flexibility at all. His muscles feel so hard.

Finally, Fina went home with her father on the bike. As the motorbike drove around the spacious courtyard of the building, Fina could only look at her friends who were taking pictures without being able to be a part of them.

Fina closed the door of her room when she got home, shutting herself up. Shame came back to haunt him when he remembered his shock on stage,

Fina was crying in silence. He was tired of everything.

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Fina's awake. He accidentally fell asleep after crying. Fina moved her hand. Why is his body stiff? No. gabe... It was stiff before. But this time it got worse. His finger movements are broken.

Fina fear. Afraid something might happen to her. He screamed, calling his father. “Bapakk!!”

The father immediately came on standby as screams rang out in his ears. “Why?”

“See this.” Fina showed her finger that was moving in a disfigured manner. “Fina fear..”.

Fina crying. I hugged Fina, calming her down.

“Fina scared, Sir... Fina why? Fina's fingers are broken. Fina's head also feels tight once.” Say Fina while sobbing.

“InsyaAllah is fine, Fina. We're going to Gerald's doctor now, want?” Mr offered.

Fina nosed.

They both went to Gerald's doctor's clinic. Fina did her checkup with Gerald. He showed his fingers still shaking.

“For now it looks like you need medicine, Fina, to control your anxiety. Shaking hands can be caused by intense anxiety. You don't have to worry. Let me call my psychiatrist friend. Psychologists and psychiatrists are different. Most people think it is the same,” explains Gerald after conducting the examination.

“Terntu only.” Gerald was happy.

Fina turned her head towards the Father standing beside her, gesturing. I sensitized Dann straight out of the room.

“I thought I could do it. Appear in front of many people. But it turns out I failed. I'm not quite capable of being the center of attention of hundreds of people.” Fina smiled wryly at her failure.

“Actually, when we convince ourselves we can, there is a side where we can't, right? That's why we need that suggestion.”

Fina sat down, lamenting her defeat. Gerald's words have a point.

“Doctors don't teach you to be pessimistic, Fina. But sometimes we need to know our self-limits.”

“I seem to be pushing myself too much, Doc. Thanks, yes, Doc.” Fina began to explain everything that had happened.

Gerald. “Smiling dong, Patient doctor who has many advantages of this.” Gerald tried to melt the atmosphere.

“What are the advantages?” Fina thinks Gerald's speech is just a perez-shape.

“Can ride kora-kora without nausea. Can make pineapple fried rice. And one more. Can make Doctor..” Gerald hung up his words.

“Doctor what?”

“Gak. Not so.” Gerald did not want to continue his sentence, making Fina curious.

“What ihh!”

“The consultation session ends. Huaaa.” Gerald stretched his body, flexing his muscles.

“Dok! What, then, no!” Jerky Fina. The one who was snapped closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, while putting his hands behind his head.

“Doctor Andro!” Fina's words suddenly made Gerald's eyes immediately open. This time he was called that name again.

“What's a little kid who likes ice-cream strober?” Gerald asked back. They both brought flashbacks.

Suddenly the door creaked. Fina aka ice-cream strawberry and Gerald aka Andro look towards the sound source compactly.

“Have the consultation done? Did you call the name of the Father? Dono?” He came out the door, hearing wrong. Andro was supposed to be Dono.

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