Love the Perfect Master

Season 2 ~ He Remains My Son

The man limply walked down the hospital corridor, having heard all his father's words. His mind was empty, hopeless. That woman really didn't want to meet him. Maybe even hate him. Adam is not sure if his household can still be maintained.

"Pity the patient in room 305? Just calmed down, depressed again. I heard she tried to kill herself for being raped by her husband. Worse when he entered the hospital, his whole body was bruised. She said she was tortured by her own husband. That's cruel to that man." There were two nurses at the reception chatting because the atmosphere was quite quiet.

"Yes Ren, you're right. They are husband and wife why her husband does not ask for his rights properly? Imagine the woman's feelings. Raped, tortured too. Just calmed down, uh the guy who raped her came. Is it hysterical? Somehow the woman's life. Perhaps the wounds he received and the wounds he said would recover quickly. But another with his heart. What if she is traumatized? Are many people suffering from genophobia due to PTSD?"

"Yes, pity me. Worse there is just touched he will be hysterical and frightened. Yes, hopefully the woman is not that bad and gets better soon. Poor as well as her in-laws who look tired back and forth from the hospital."

"But at least the woman was a little lucky to have such a good in-law and family husband."

"He-em, that sweet high school boy also looks very fond of his sister-in-law."

"Hopefully he will recover from his hobby with the support of his closest people."

The conversation of the two nurses was clearly heard in Adam's ears. It turned out that way in the wounds suffered by his wife. To the extent that his pious wife could not bear to try to end his life.

Like a sledgehammer hitting his chest. The reality he had just heard from the hospital officials who had never even spoken from the lips of his parents hit him. Feels very painful. Is that as cool as he is? In fact that night he was indeed like a wild animal that had devoured Haura mercilessly.

"Certainly Ra? Is this the pain I have been giving? How broken is your heart at the bej*t that your husband has done?" Adam grew more and more absent-minded when this bitter reality he heard.

"*Maybe it's true Papa said, I have to let you go Ra. But I'm sorry Ra, maybe I'll never be able to drop a talaq on you forever. My mouth will never be able to say it. Because I love you. Ilove you. I'd better go. I'm gonna stay away from you. Before I add to your heart."

"I'm sorry breng's husband*you're this Ra. Hopefully, with me away, you'll be happier. Forgive me for this coward, who has not been able to let you go. Goodbye Ra, I'm going*."

Adam's tears fell. Destroyed was everything, just because of a one night error. Her home is on the verge of separation.

"Adam ...." A soft-sounding voice was able to stop Adam's cry for a moment and turn to the source of the sound.

The flashback

"Hopefully after this everything will improve, Pa" said Medina who now joined hands with her husband to the parking lot.

"Yes Ma, hopefully Haura will recover as soon as possible. Somehow Papa held all responsibility before Bang Baim if anything happened to his daughter."

"Shhhh ... Papa can't talk like that. Our daughter-in-law will be fine Pa. Although Mama does not know what will happen with the family life of the child Mama later. It may sound selfish, but Mama hopes they will never part. There are many good influences that Haura has brought to our Adam. I see a lot of changes in my son. Mama also already loved our daughter-in-law ...."

"Yes Ma. Papa hopes so too. But we mustn't be selfish Ma. If Haura has recovered later, let her decide for herself. Will survive or be separated. As parents, we can only support. But for a while we should not discuss this first. We're focused on the recovery of our son-in-law Ma."

"Yes Pa, Mama thinks so too."

Because busy chatting, without feeling they both have arrived at the parking lot. And now they're standing near his car. Ray reached into his pants pocket looking for a car key. However, he did not find it anywhere.

"Why Pa?" medina asked who saw Ray was busy looking for something in his pants pocket and did not open the car door immediately.

"Oh, the key might have been left on the table earlier Ma. Check in Mama's bag, right? Who knows Papa forgot and put him there," Ray ordered.

Medina immediately scratched the contents of her bag, looking for the key. Unfortunately, that doesn't exist either.

"There is no Pa. Probably right there. Mama's phone Micah huh? Let him deliver the keys here." Medina took her phone ready to call her daughter.

"No need to Ma. Poor Rara will be alone. Mama just wait here, let Papa come back to take it. Wait a minute, Ma. Papa won't be long." Half-run the man left the parking lot to return to the ward.

"There is just. Poor Papa must be tired," said Medina looking away at Ray's back with pity. Full night the man took care of his son-in-law. It must have been very tiring to have to go back to the third floor.

Twenty minutes waiting for Medina to start fidgeting because her husband never came back. Medina began to think badly, lest something bad happen.

Medina reached into her cell phone calling Ray's number. However, a call connected to a voice mail signifies her husband's cell phone is off. Medina just remembered if Ray's battery ran out. Even when he tried to contact Micah, the girl did not pick him up. Made Medina even more riled up and impatient just to sit around waiting.

A worried Medina decided to follow her husband to her daughter-in-law's room. Always pray that nothing bad happens.

Flashback off

And this is where Medina is. In front of the reception desk saw Adam crying. Made Medina's heart pinch. No matter what Adam's faults and conducts, the man is still his son. The blood of his flesh that he held for nine months and he nursed for two years. Medina could no longer just ignore her son. She wanted to play her mother to calm her heart.

Medina approached and called her son," Adam ...."

"Ma-Mama" replied Adam still crying. Ignoring the dozens of eyes that looked at him in intense astonishment.

Medina cupped her son's face. He saw the handsome face of the man he had grown up with all his love and soul. Now that face looks thinner and unkempt. The man's eyes looked sunken and blackened. A messy sideburn adorned his son's cheeks. Making Medina pity, her son is not okay either. Using her thumb, the woman wiped the still loyal tears down the handsome face.

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PTSD (Post-traumatic Stress Disorder)

Genophobia (Fear of having sex**l)

Uh, how did it end? Unified? Split up?