LAST LADY

Chapter 106 Trauma of the Past

After Radita entered her room Cytra stood up from the middle room chair and walked to the Son's room. Apparently there is only Sanjaya who fell asleep in bed while playing cars.

"Where's Son's brother, Dek?" ask Cytra.

"Don't know!" exclaim the child while continuing to play.

"Lho, it seemed like he ran into the room" Cytra checked in the corner next to the closet, probably hiding there. Also under the table and bed. But he did not see the genius child.

Cytra then went out of his son's room looking into the room and the other corners of the big house like the palace, nor did any of the housekeepers see the Son.

Cytra then walked into the backyard. When he passed through the warehouse where the goods are not used, suddenly heard the sound of sobs children in the warehouse.

Cytra then opened the unlocked warehouse door. It turned out that the Son was in that dark and stuffy barn. He was sitting on the floor dirty from the dust. His hand held a broken robot.

The toy's hands and feet are no longer intact. Likewise, the stomach has been crushed not because.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" tanya Cytra embraced the boy.

The son looked at his mother for a while and then noticed another toy that could not be used anymore. Looks like the toy was slammed or accidentally broken by a nosy hand.

"Oh, you want that kind of toy again?"

The son shook his head while still sobbing.

"This game is broken. Can't be used anymore. Let's get out of here dirty," Cytra asked as she shrugged Son's shoulders.

"Son Radita's bad brother. The son does not want to have his father," the whine of the Son does not want to stand.

"Sister Adit is now good with Mama. He's not going to kick Mama out of this house anymore" Cytra said.

"Sister Adit is evil, don't replace this broken Son's toy."

"Which toy? This robot?" Cytra holds the toy in the hands of the broken Son.

Son nodded.

"You're not careful so this toy is badly damaged like this" Cytra said as he watched the toy closely. Looks like the toy wasn't broken normally. But as intentionally damaged.

"The brother who ruined this toy" said the Son still sobbing.

Cytra was silent for a moment. There seems to be a big problem between Putra and Radita until the toy is badly damaged so. And just now the traumatized Son looked into Radita's sharp eyes at him. Until he ran to the barn. But Cytra thought he went into his own room.

"Why did Brother break your toy so badly?"

Son shakes.

"Yes, Mama told you later to change your toys that have been damaged like this. But the Son must get out of this filthy place.

"Don't Ma. Later the son was beaten," the son looked frightened.

"She doesn't dare to hit you anymore because there's Mama now" Cytra's hand patted Son's shoulder for her confidence to grow again.

After saying so the son wanted to be invited to stand up and get out of the warehouse.

In Cytra's mind the Son's problem must be solved with Radita. Although it seems trivial maybe that makes Putra not want if Radita married him.

So after dinner, Cytra asks Radita not to leave the dinner table because she wants to talk. The children ate first with their babysitters.

"What the hell does it look like?" Shocked Radita because Cytra does not usually invite to chat.

"Why are you asking about the kids again. Isn't there nothing more to discuss," Radita underestimated what Cytra would talk about.

"Indeed it seems trivial. But I think we need to remember the past, what mistakes we made. So that we can fix it now to make room our way to the wedding."

"I will admit that my attitude was wrong and have apologized to you."

"Yes, we have forgiven each other. But what I mean is our past mistakes to the kids."

"I don't think I have any fault with the kids. I have all of their needs met."

"Indeed I see you meet all their needs without anything less. Until you get them bodyguards for traveling."

"Every day I pay attention to them. Sometimes I'm just being tough when they're naughty. Is that maybe what you're talking about I had a mistake in taking care of them."

"Maybe it's that harsh attitude that sometimes traumatizes a child."

"Are there any signs that children have such symptoms?"

"So afternoon I found my son in the shed crying holding his robot toy. It seems he deeply regrets why the toy he so loved was so badly damaged. It can't be used anymore" Cytra said while looking at the reaction from Radita.

"Yeah, aampuuun. Yes I remember that toy I ruined by slamming it on the floor" Radita recalled the incident in the past.

"How did it start like that?"

"At that time I came home from work in a state of anger because the employees had nothing wrong with working. Arriving at home I saw the son was very difficult to be told to take a bath. My babysitter stopped him from playing that electronic robot. So emotionally I caught his hand violently. And the robot in his hand I slammed into the floor."

"God's Masya. So don't be rude with children. The impact until now is still felt in the Son. He's traumatized by your rude attitude."

"Is it possible that her trauma caused her to reject me as her father?"

"Maybe."

"What do I need to do to make the trauma go away?"

"I don't know. But I think that if you from now on start to be kind to him little by little the trauma will disappear."

"What now our son is asking to buy the same robot toy. It's still 19:00. The toy store's open."

"Sanjaya are we with you?"

"Yes dong. Their time we lived alone at home."

"OKs. I'm gonna change my clothes first."

A few minutes later Radita, Cytra and her two children glide into a toy store not too far from their home.

Arriving at the store, Putra and Sanjaya cheerfully rushed to the place where a variety of toys were displayed in the storefront.

As the children pick out the toys they love, Cytra sees a shadow of Ibra coming out of the store. I don't know what toy he was carrying in that big cardboard box.

Cytra quickly turns Radita's attention the other way so as not to see Ibra. Steps succeeded. Until Putra and Sanjaya get a handpicked toy, and Radita pays him at the cashier, they are unable to meet Ibra.

But on the way home Cytra still thinks with Ibra. Why he bought toys. Cytra became suspicious lest the man buy a toy to give to the Son.

I must carefully look after the son. Do not be influenced again by his appeal to refuse Radita to be his father, muttered Cytra in the heart.

Seriate