Lord, Accept My Repentance

Not Crazy

This morning Mama and I were busy in the kitchen while Farhan on the front porch was watering and sweeping the grounds.

My phone this time the charger in the living room rang quite loudly, "Ma, a minute, yes," I said before going to the living room to look at the phone.

Mama nodded, I washed my hands and swung a step into the living room. Pick up the phone and see the name.

"Daddy called me?" ask me by linking confused eyebrows.

I swipe the green button and the call is connected.

"What's wrong?" ask me without any intention of pleasantries.

"Darling, will you be able to go to the police station for a while? Around 11 pm," said the father of sebrang.

"Remain to the police station?"

"Something important."

"Don't tell me they've been found."

"Yes, Honey. They've been found and the police need a witness from you."

"Okay, I'll come later. Just send me the address where the police office is!" I was the one who had clenched a strong hand.

Tut!

My call ended and the message came through the green application from Dad, before long Mis came to the house which made me glance at the clock.

It turned out to be 8 in the morning, without feeling the time was so fast passed. I think that the separation of Father and Mother is the end of my life story turned out to be a big mistake.

It was the beginning of everything, from me to learning to being an even more mature woman.

I took the book and when I intend to go back to the sofa, there is already Mama who accompanies Mis. I also sat among them.

One hour of study has finished, "Ma, the culprit has been found by Dad" I said, hugging the textbook.

"Huh?" screeched Mama who was shocked while staring at me.

"What's the matter Ma?" asked Farhan who entered by running to make us look at him.

"The man has met" Mama told Farhan.

"Huh?" Farhan is just like Mama. He was shocked to hear what I said.

"Continuously?" ask Mama who is curious about my next story.

"Dad told me to go to the police station at noon."

"You want to see them?" farhan asked which made me look at him. Seconds I nodded.

"Why, no? I want to congratulate them on what they did to me" I said with a smile, though heartbroken to recall the incident.

Mama's hand stroked my shoulder, "If you don't want to and are not strong enough to meet them. It's not designed, yes."

"Yes, Ma. Just calm down."

"You got him, yeah, Farhan. Don't go there alone."

"Good Ma."

Mama who had intended to tie my hair became intolerant, Mama told me to let this hair unravel.

"Hopefully one day this hair can be covered perfectly, yes," said Mama while brushing my hair.

Again and again Mama always said and prayed like that for me, I never felt uncomfortable because Mama did not force it.

Mama just prayed that I could make it happen, the problem of wearing it Mama never forced me.

"Aamiin," I said for the first time because I usually prefer silence.

We came out of my room and saw Farhan was ready with his clothes on, "That's what?" I asked as Farhan held the lunchbox.

"Let me be strong to hit them?" ask me to raise one eyebrow.

"Hahaha, you're a darling" Mama said with a laugh while hitting my arm.

While Farhan was seen snorting annoyed with my words earlier, we immediately slapped Mama's hand.

Mama will also go later to the cake shop, she is waiting for her gojek to come because the hospital and the place of Mama's cake are different directions.

I sat in the back seat while Farhan was next to the driver of the car who was booked online.

"Now eat" said Farhan, giving food to me.

I took the stock and opened the provisions, "A lot of rice, huh!" I complained that I saw so much rice, "how many spoons, anyway, dear?"

"4 spoons."

"A lot, buset! What am I thinking, bye?"

"Yaudah, stay at the meal as you can!"

With a thud, I began to eat the provisions given by Farhan. Sure enough, the rice is not finished I made because it is a serving of my rice two-centong rice only.

Farhan paid the car fare and we got down, walked together into the whitewashed building.

"Mom, where's the room's doctor psychologist, huh?" ask me at the receptionist.

He stared down at me from top to bottom making me look at myself, "What's up, yeah, Mommy?" chirp Farhan who apparently noticed this.

"Eh, mmm ... later straight new turn right to the left of the room," pointed the nurse towards us.

"Good Ma'am, thank you" Farhan said and was taken in by the nurse.

"Sir, again there is no need to look at it that way. People who go to a psychologist are not necessarily crazy, really. I also need to go to a psychologist, I think. Excuse me!" pamitku and walk away from the receptionist.

It's my first time here, so I certainly don't know where my personal doctor's office is.

I looked straight, glanced sideways as I felt that Farhan was staring at me, "Look at your path, get hit," I kept looking straight

"No papa, anyway, if hit with a soul mate."

"Ck! Do you think these are films? This is the real world, not a movie!"

We arrived at the room that was meant by the nurse, entered after being told by the person in it.

"Hello, wah .. seems to have been very healthy and recovered, nih," exclaimed the psychologist who looked at me with a smile.

"Thank God, doctor" I said briefly and returned the smile.

Throughout the story, Farhan just shut up and held the provisions he brought earlier. He just looked at me and the doctor tried to look at my interaction.

"Alhamdulillah, like Nazwa has healed 90% then often take the medicine aia, yes," said the doctor after the test was completed.

"Okay, doctor, I don't have to come here again tomorrow, do I?"

"No, next week. Let me check and cut back on your medicines if you're cured and recovering."

"Okay, thank you so much doctor."

"Yes, equally. You should also thank the Farhan family for helping you and caring for you until you recover so soon" said the doctor who made me look directly at Farhan.

I nodded my head in a sign of understanding, "Of course the doctor, then we'll excuse us first, yes," I obviously got up followed by Farhan.

Get out of the doctor's room and stop at his door, "Please, yes, Farhan. I don't know what to do to repay your services to me," said I who did feel bad all this time.

He turned his eyes away because he did not want us to meet, "You can do something in return" said Farhan who made me look at him.

"What?" I asked him to raise an eyebrow and he stared at me with a smile I did not understand.