JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Get far

"You've climbed too far, Nis. Stop don't continue anymore" said Mama.

"Then what about the kids, Ma? They are young, still want to go to high school. I have no problem stopping, as long as Angga wants to work again. Mama knows now she's pulling out of her company. I should how?"

It is not that Nisa is obsessed with the world of work, but there is no other choice. Her husband no longer wanted to take care of his company. They spend more time at home with the kids.

Initially, both Angga and Nisa had no problem with exchanging slowly. Everything can still be communicated, helped each other, and mutual tolerance. However, as Nisa's passion increases in career, it also increases her busyness.

Honestly there was a sense of satisfaction in the woman, while seeing another towering building was her company's asset. This is a form of appreciation for his hard work, although time with El and Nina becomes much less.

However, Nisa does not know the more shining her career, the more drowned Angga in the slump. The man was getting cornered in the dark room. No hand reached him out of that place. Only the laughter of El and Nina became the lights of his life.

"Why don't you choose to separate from your husband, after knowing what he did hurt you?" ask the pretty psychiatrist.

"I'm thinking about the kids. They admired his father very much. If we choose to separate, not necessarily they can accept the presence of others who want to be part of our family" replied Nisa.

"That's all?"

Nisa nodded her head.

"Well, since you chose to stay rather than separate, you should already know what the consequences will be. Your responsibilities are twice as heavy. Now your job is not only to take care of children and domestic problems at home, but you are also required to take care of your husband's psychic trauma."

"Psychic trauma? Didn't he approve of the affair himself? What's the name of the trauma if they like it?"

"I was affected after the affair ended. His parents died, lost their potential and confidence, and more horrifyingly saw his former mistress have a myriad of ailments."

Nisa was stunned to hear the doctor's explanation.

"At such a time the role of family or spouse, is very meaningful. Especially if he has a weak mentality. However, so far I see your husband is still quite strong to deal with it. He has no desire to hurt himself, does he?"

Nisa shook her head weakly.

"Well, your task becomes easier. Give her a lot of time, listen to her complaints and grow her confidence back. If your husband does not get all that, he will get worse, anxious, and more often negative thoughts. Regarding your problems with children, it seems like he is anxious if the children will do the same as you. Abandonments. Therefore your husband subconsciously keeps them away from you. For example by pointing indifference or whispering directly bad things to children."

The deg!

Lost are the remnants of spirit in Nisa, hearing the explanation from the Doctor.

If it was still insistent on wanting to survive, it meant that Nisa had to split herself into many, in order for everyone to get her attention.

Meanwhile, if Nisa chooses to separate, how could she leave Angga who already has no one in this world? Can he see Angga trying to treat his injuries alone? Nah! I have to be with him at times like this. I don't want him to go back down that path.

Along the way Nisa is looking for solutions so that all can be back in harmony, harmony, and balance. But how?

Unknowingly the car he was driving had already entered the courtyard of the house. Nisa glanced at the circular clock in hand, twenty-one o'clock past ten minutes. It took more than an hour to get a consultation with the psychiatrist.

"Bring your husband here, if he comes next week. We'll both dig into the problems between you and your husband" the doctor said before they split.

Nisa just smiled bitterly hearing him. Could Angga want to see that doctor? Ah, I don't think that's possible. That guy's been avoiding her lately.

Nisa kept walking with a gloomy face, not even realizing the presence of Angga in the living room. Keep moving towards his room.

While Angga who had noticed Nisa walking with a gloomy face felt increasingly wrong. Intention to apologize to his wife for slapping him, he said. Angga thought Nisa was very sad and embarrassed after getting rough treatment from her. He slowly began to think. If his presence always brings uproar and quarrel in this house, then still means his figure for this family?

***

That morning, when Santika was enjoying the fragrant chamomile tea in his cup, the butterfly seemed to fly from one flower to another sucking the honey. Santika really likes to sit on the terrace of the house, while paying attention to plants that are neatly lined in black pots.

Suddenly I heard the phone ringing. Santika sighed in annoyance, looking inside the house for a moment.

"Who called this morning? It's still eight o'clock" he said in his heart.

And sure enough, before long a middle-aged woman was stirred up from within. Immediately snatched the phone handle with a grumble in the heart. How not to grumble, the distance of the kitchen by telephone plane is further than where Santika sits to relax. Where else would he have to leave a job in the kitchen. Fate .. fate, this is how a little person!

Santika looked puzzled, gone was already a smile on her face. The phone is from her son's house, Nisa.

"Lho, you know why Ma?" ask her husband Cakrawangsa.

"Annu ... Pah ...."

"Anu, what's Ma? The obvious one."

"That was .. There was a call from your son's house, Nisa."

"Trus?"

"Oh, I'm also less clear. You see Nina was crying so hard, I couldn't hear clearly."

"Okay, how about, anyway? You're ready to hunt, we're going there right now" said Cakra curiously. Want how else Santika can not give an explanation.

Slightly speeding Cakra carrying his four-wheeled wheel split the road towards the house of the child. It took thirty minutes to get to the destination. Upon arriving, the two were shocked to see the scene in the house.

Nina did not want to stop crying even though she had been persuaded by her nanny. While El's appearance was very chaotic, I don't know how many times he ruffled his hair. El drooped weakly sitting on the living room sofa.

"Why are you guys? Why not school? Papa, where is your mom?" leaning Santika on his grandchildren.

Instead of answering, Nina grew hysterical at her oma question. El did not want to open his mouth, making the old man even more anxious. Time yes, come here early in the morning just to see the crying race? Huft!!!

Soon Angga appeared from behind the door of the room, as soon as he saw the in-laws coming he sped up to Nisa's parents.

"Ma, Pa, Nisa ...."

"Why Nisa?" sergeant Santika fast.

"I'm sorry, Ma. Nisa's out of this house."

"Go? Work, office, or__"

"Nisa disappeared from this house. He left all of us" Angga explained softly and sadly.

"What?! Don't mess with your parents," looks Santika while buying.

While Cakra directly broke through the stairs, was about to check out Nisa's private room.

Santika soon followed her husband.

However, it was true what Angga said, Nisa was not in that room. The fingers are still neat, cosmetics and also the bed is still neatly arranged

"Nisa went to bring some clothes." Suddenly Angga was standing in the doorway. Nina who was in her carriage occasionally still looked as hiccupped.

"What about the phone? Have you contacted him?"

"Already Pah, even I have contacted the office, he said Nisa has not come. The number could not be reached either," complained Angga disappointed.

"He didn't leave any messages?"

Angga shook his head slowly. "Where are you? Look at the children who screamed for not finding you today" whispered Angga inwardly.

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