LET ME GO MY HUSBAND

CHAPTER 42 May Your Sleep Be Well

"Bu ..," said Andhira, opening her eyes slowly. But he did not find his mother there.

"Why is my body so weak? Geez, how long have I been asleep?" andhira muttered to himself.

It was 03:00 in the morning. The state of the house was very quiet, because Salamah and Nindi who were staying overnight were still asleep. Andhira walked towards her mother's room, and was a little surprised to see Nindi there.

"Since when has Nindi been here?" inner Andhira.

Andhira returned to her room and grabbed the phone she had placed near the pillow. There are some messages coming in there. Andhira opened it.

[Good night, Dhira. Have a good night's sleep tonight. I know, maybe I am not worthy to even just stop in your mind, but let me keep holding you even though only through my dreams and fantasies. I miss you, Dhira.]

The message was sent a few hours ago by Daffa. However, Andhira just read it because he is new. "Mas Daffa, why is he talking like that?" andhira muttered after reading the short message from Daffa.

Andhira did not reply to the message. He simply raised an eyebrow and frowned feeling astonished. Then put the phone back.

"I feel like my life is meaningless. What should I keep in this life? Everything's been smashed to pieces."

Andhira rolled up the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing. Then, he looked at the incision wound he had made a few days ago. His mind began to push him to do the same thing again.

The woman with the unstable mood went to the kitchen. Of course, he would look for sharp objects that could otherwise be used to launch his desires. "This form of knife is very funny" he said, taking a small knife there.

While smiling, he began to point the knife at his wrist, which was still partially wrapped in bandages. However, Salamah appeared suddenly without Andhira knowing. The middle-aged woman was stunned and instantly snatched the knife from Andhira's hand.

"What are you doing, honey? Don't do stupid things that make you sick like this!" salamah said while crying.

"This ... since when is there a wound on your hand, son?" salamah continued while pointing at Andhira's arm wrapped in bandages.

Andhira just shook her head while crying. During his time at Salamah's house, Andhira always wore long sleeves to cover the entire surface. That is why Salamah did not know and was shocked when he saw the wound.

Nindi, who heard the noise of crying and anxiety from inside her room, immediately got up and ran towards the center of the voice. Sure enough, there were two women who were none other than Mother and Sister were crying out. "Mother, Dhira, what's going on?" lontar Nindi while trying to break up the noise.

"Your sister, son. He tried to injure his hand with a knife," Salamah fought while continuing to cry.

Andhira who could only cry could not defend herself. He just shook his head because he didn't know what to explain. Really, it was completely out of his control.

"Dhira darling, come here ... My beautiful sister," Nindi persuaded while carrying Andhira into her arms.

"Dhira should what, Ma'am? Dhira just want to follow father," racau Andhira who is still in the arms of Nindi.

"Suuttt, don't talk like that, Beautiful Ma'am. Dhira means so much to all of us."

"Dhira, there are a lot of people who love you here. You have to be strong, honey. We're gonna get somebody's help, okay!" nindi again.

Andhira died down, she nodded and listened to Nindi's words. Meanwhile, Salamah was still crying with a trembling body. Only Nindi could control the situation. He led the two women to the living room.

"Mom, don't worry. Nindi promises Andhira will be fine. We will do our best to restore his health," Nindi said in a soft tone.

"Mom's very worried about all this, son.

"Yes, Mom. Nindi knew," Nindi continued, understanding Salamah's feelings.

"Bu ...," said Andhira.

"Dhira is sorry, Mom," Andhira continued, hugging Salamah.

"No, Honey. Dhira is not wrong, son." Salamah again sobbed, then returned Andhira's embrace and gently stroked her head.

For a moment the atmosphere became very stiff. Nindi again persuaded Andhira. Arrange sentences so that his sister is not offended when invited to do psychotherapy later.

"Dhira, you want to heal, right? You must miss doing fun things like Sunday morning riding with friends. Aye, right?" nindi. Andhira nodded slowly.

"In that case, we'll visit someone. You want to, yeah."

"Yes, Mother .... Dhira wants to."

Nindi signaled Salamah to stop crying.

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