JUDITH

IRENE HYSTERICAL

After seeing for yourself how Irene's hand was, in the Cloud House's living room where the door was closed and locked, the schoolmaster's sister vented her anger.

"The boy was deposited here to get better handling! Good parenting, not even being hurt like that! You are social workers, public servants! Is it worth it, huh?!"

If the living room table is not made of glass, surely the fate is the same as the school office table made of real teak wood. Beheaded mercilessly while raving furiously. The thick-bodied woman with a thunder-like voice blared her face crimson and soaked with sweat. His breathing roar was like a marathon runner who had just reached the finish line.

The three nanny nurses sitting opposite him just lowered their heads. Ms. Yuliana and Yudith looked more relaxed, while Ms. Laili was seen creeping uneasy fingers.

"Juliana!" While snapping, the headmaster sister hit the arm of the single sofa she was sitting on.

Ms. Yuliana raised her face and spontaneously chanted, "Yes, Sister."

"This is too much! Heavy offence! Why not report immediately? Don't be smart enough to handle it yourself! What if something happens to that child?"

"Sorry, Sister. I know I was wrong."

"Yes, you should know! Do you do it wrong yourself do not know?! You're Laili too!"

Bu Laili jumped up so shocked, then deeper down.

"You're big here! Ever been a treated child! Ever been wayward, but have you ever been hit? I used to fuck you myself, have I ever hit you?"

"No, Sister." Bu Laili's voice was very soft as well, and she suddenly sobbed.

"Not crying! So if you want to act, think first! I know you're tired! Why aren't you waiting for Yuliana to come home? Act alone!"

It was forbidden to cry, Bu Laili's tears even more rapidly fell. His back shook and his sobbing sound was occasionally interspersed with hiccups.

"Sa-yeah, ca-ca-pek ha-ti ...." Stifled with speech as she sobbed, Ms. Laili looked as if she was being strangled. Yudith felt asphyxiated.

"What kind of heart?" Seeing the sad state of Bu Laili, it does not necessarily make the principal sister luluh, which is even more inflamed. "I can't afford a normal kid, huh?!"

Ms Yuliana suddenly looked at Bu Laili sharply with a gesture of disdain and said sarcasm, "Mom Laili wants to be assigned to the warehouse? Or in the office? Or in the guesthouse of children with special needs so that there is no need to deal with normal children who often Bu Laili said wayward?"

Feeling that there were signs of invisible friction between Bu Yuliana and Bu Laili, the headmaster sister lowered the volume of her voice.

"The two of you later tonight after dinner go up to the third floor of Wisma Nirmala." The place mentioned by the principal nun is a resting place for nuns, but better known as the guesthouse where the principal nun who also served as the head of the foundation, namely Sister Davince himself. Being told to go up there means being told to face.

Now Yudith understood, why there was always an awkward atmosphere between Bu Yuliana and Bu Laili. It seemed like the two people did not get along, but could keep matters just for themselves. To the extent that the two living in the Cloud House alone could not sniff the gelagatnya.

After speaking to them, the headmaster suddenly raised his voice again as he spoke to Yudith, "You too, Yudith!"

"Yes, Sister ...." So surprised, Yudith clicked just like that while looking straight at the headmaster sister. After realizing the situation, he lowered his gaze awkwardly.

"You must no longer cover up if anything happens. Especially dangerous events. If Vivi hadn't reported to Yuliana, you wouldn't have said anything, would you?"

"Sorry, Sister."

"I also won't know anything if Vivi doesn't report!"

Now it is answered who is the culprit who has invited the principal sister to come this afternoon.

After getting angry, the headmaster sister then spoke normally, "I've advised Vivi not to like to talk carelessly. You can slowly advise and guide him."

"Yes, that's all. You two don't forget tonight."

Before anyone could move on, Yudith immediately said, "Suster Davince and Miss Yuli, I have something to ask."

"What about?" The headmaster sister asked back, her voice hoarse after getting angry earlier. "Laili, can I have some water to drink?"

Yudith believes that, compared to thirst, the principal sister is more likely to want to banish Bu Laili subtly because she did not mention Bu Laili by name. The principal sister understands that Ms. Laili doesn't need to be involved.

After Bu Laili left, Yudith immediately conveyed his words, "This is about Irene's father. Is the man in the family photo in the administrative suite Irene's father?"

"Perhaps," Bu Yuliana replied straightforwardly, but there was a tone of hesitation. "People came along to send too. And her sister Irene called her dad. But Irene looked closer to her mother. When they're coming home, Irene doesn't want to salim her father."

"What's up, Dith? Did Irene want to talk and say something?" The way the principal sister asked was like a scatter.

However, Yudith did not immediately answer because Bu Laili came to bring a drink for the principal's sister. After she left, Yudith returned to talk, "Irene didn't want to talk, but I found a family photo taken when Irene was younger. The man in the photo is not the same as the one in the administrative completeness photo ...."

Yudith told me everything in detail. Even about his assumption that all this time Irene seemed to really like reading, but actually maybe just looking at the photos that were inserted in the book alone.

"Maybe Irene's current attitude has something to do with the two different men in the two photos." Yudith also made his guess.

As for those two men. Although Yudith could feel, but did not dare to speak. The family does not tell the truth at the time of the interview and data collection, surely they have their own reasons.

Thinking about it, inevitably Yudith became a little self-pitying. He who since the age of eight years has no longer felt the affection of a father.

With that his empathy for Irene deepened. Things that should not happen to social workers like him, because it will greatly affect the work ethic. Sympathy and empathy should only be used appropriately if it is unbiased.

Yudith and friends were not candidates for psychologists, they were just prepared to be professional social workers. If in the future there are those who want to continue to a higher level, more deep in the field of psychology, and get a more prestigious title, at least they have received supplies.

"I'll call her parents. You wait for news. If you feel there is a chance or way to take his heart, keep doing it slowly. You, try to talk to him more. Make him feel cared for."

"Okay, Sister Davince."

"Yeah!!!"

The three jumped in shock at the sound of the screams and without being commanded in unison rushed out of the living room to Yudith's room.

"Vivi, reverse!" Eva tries to snatch the photo from Vivi's hand.

"aaa! Aaa! Aaaa!" Irene cried out in a corner while banging on the wall.

Meanwhile Vivi was sneezing, sticking out her tongue while running around the room. "You want me to love Miss Yuliana. Wek wek ...."

Ms. Yuliana who arrived first immediately rebuked, "What is this?"

Vivi instantly stopped and stood stiff with a pale face. Yudith did not bother the others, went straight in and approached Irene who was still screaming like an autistic child who was tantrums. He hugged the little girl to calm down, but still did not want to be silent.

Seeing the opportunity, Eva immediately snatched the family photo of Irene from Vivi's hands and returned it to the owner. "This take, Ir. Don't cry anymore. Take, take."

Irene took the photo, then again buried her face in Yudith's chest and continued to sob. Let alone Yudith, even the headmaster's sister had teary eyes when she saw Irene who looked so crushed when her precious objects were seized.

"Vivi, come to the study." The headmaster sister immediately turned back after giving instructions. Little Vivi followed timidly, looking at Bu Yuliana like she was asking for protection.