MENTALLY

FAMILY CHAT

Mr. Muhtar is still waiting for the arrival of his wife who he said after the issue was already at home, but the clock has pointed towards 8 nights, the beautiful woman has not yet appeared. Mr. Muhtar just sent a chat last afternoon I want us all to talk later tonight after dinner.

Even so the chat was also only replied by the doctor Anggraini limited to one letter Y. The communication between the two looked very flat and no one was willing to budge. Tired and high ego will survive their love.

"Which mama is it?" whispered Radit who was bored waiting in the family room, let alone the papa just silent. Know gini he brought a cell phone, play games as much as possible.

"Still on the road" said Bima who focused on his gadget.

"Which way?" try to contact tell quickly, the habit of not appreciating the interests of others." Mr. Muhtar was already unable to control his emotions, and continued to vilify his wife in front of his two children. Radit already understood the attitude of the papa, the young man also did not want to blame the papa completely because no matter how your actions were very incised wounds on the handsome man, until now even in the eyes of Radit the mama as if hands off will the continuation of this household. If you are silent, your mother is silent too.

"Do not be ugly in mama, papa self-conscious dong kasih yaya also suddenly. Mom is unemployed who doesn't have a show."

Again, Mr. Muhtar did not expect Bima's reply to be very striking. He stared intently at his youngest son, impolite, speaking without seeing Mr. Muhtar. Furious of course, he also directly linked Bima to the mother, there was a sense of dislike because again the wife gave a bad influence. "Can you speak politely to papa?" reprimand Mr. Muhtar with restraining anger. Don't let him vent his frustration on his youngest son.

Radit glanced at Bima and immediately nudged his sister's arm, "What the hell, really right?" si Bima stick to his stance that does not want mama to blame. Even he dared to say ketus with papa and Radit.

"FIVE!" reprimanding papa firmly, even the look in his eyes showed a stifled anger. Along with his resolute voice, the Anggraini doctor came in a hurry.

"What's this?" the beautiful doctor asked. He had tried on time but what power stuck, and when at home heard the voice of the husband.

"Sit down!" Mr. Muhtar would not answer and explain. He could not neutralize his emotions until with his wife was heard sniffling.

Mama sat between Radit and Bima, turning left right with an eyebrow playing, as if asking what happened? Both Radit and Bima were silent.

"Okay, Nggi, we start the discussion tonight," the focus of the Anggraini doctor was diverted to the Nggi from the husband. Huh huh? it seemed like the distance of the two was getting further and deeper. The woman with three children just laughed discordantly hearing her name called without frills ma or dear. Fix..better separate, inner Madam Anggraini.

"Please."

"Almira let's go to college and just stay here, Pa!' pinta madam Anggraini slightly begged and held back tears. But not with Mr. Muhtar his offer really pierced the soul and heart of a mother.

"Well, if that's your request, then you please come out."

Madam Anggraini was stunned, while Radit and Bima could only shout compactly, "Papa!"

Both are adults, they don't want the happy family portrait gone. "Pa..papa what the hell?" tanya Radit did not like, even the handsome oemuda was approaching to Mr. Muhtar.

"I don't want to take any chances with Almira's mental health, which is why she has a mental disorder if she can be kept away."

Tears came out without command, as well as Bima who immediately embraced the mother. His request to unite the family turned out to get a reception like this.

"Are you willing?" ask Mr. Muhtar to the point, do not mind Radit protest at all.

"I...," madam Anggraini stuttered. His intelligent brain blank instantly, Bima's whining really makes him sad, but he also does not want Almira's mental disorder relapse and treatment worse. "Yes." Yeah."

Radit shook his head in disbelief, this is not what he wanted. No one should sacrifice, but think together.

"Start when?" Madam Anggrainj tried to hold on even though her next ear heard the cries of her two sons.

"Ma don't mind that, Ma, mama should be introspection, Ma." Radit mediates between his mother and his father.

"Please continue the honorable Mr. Muhtar," Anggraini quipped with a defiant face.

"Egois all," Bima jolted suddenly.