MENTALLY

MIRKILY

"What medicine?" radit asked as he repeated the video in the second that Doctor Ibram mentioned, as well as the father did the same thing, but not for the mother. He looked relaxed and closed the video, "It's not a medicine, but a beauty vitamin."

Doctor Ibram nodded, naturally.the girl growing up has a beauty doctor mother must have special care including beauty supplements, after all when the blood examination first, no content of sleeping pills or narcotics.

"This doctor's mother is very attentive to Almira, even to beauty treatments as well, it's just that I wonder why he drank at midnight," Ibram's doctor interrogated him again like an investigator. It is possible to play the word first, praise the mother of the patient and ask more details related to the beauty drug.

"Maybe he forgot not to drink before going to bed, why the hell did the doctor question as if to corner me?"

"Doctor Anggraini could have, I just want to know the daily life of Almira what makes him depressed like that."

"The doctor was not supposed to suspect me, unlike my son and husband who did not know anything to attack me." Well, lady Anggraini is not adult at all, it could be that Doctor Ibram concluded that the beautiful doctor had two different personalities, to be angel or devil.

"Actually it is natural that Radit and Mr. Muhtar think that way because all this time the doctor who is in control in the parenting pattern of Almira and her two younger siblings. Now that I want this case to be opened in as much detail as possible, Almira's future is still a long pity if she continues to be locked in depression."

All three nodded, especially Madam Anggraini had not demanded much now, Almira's mental condition could not be suppressed, her hopes in polishing her daughter had been dashed, it was time to obey what the doctor said.

"This week I asked both the doctor, Mr. Muhtar, Radit and Bima to take turns to talk to Almira, whether responded or not,--"

"Dok, that method has been done repeatedly right, why should it be done again. Actually, Ibram's doctor is competent, too protracted!"

Doctor Ibram Kincep suddenly, believed that Mr. Muhtar's wife had a double personality, briefly good, briefly obedient briefly revolted. It is this attitude that hinders the success of Almira therapy.

"Ma..mending out deh, rather than continuing the storm. What's wrong with repeating from the beginning. This therapy used to be done, but remember how Mbak Al's condition, drop, stress and just tears the response. Yesterday Ibram doctor had managed to invite chat what is wrong we also build communication with Mbak Al. Really ribet, stay in accordance what is difficult anyway, just change Pah!" radit was very brave. No matter if it is not considered polite, now is not the time to play games. Mental health Almira's main points.

"Have a child who has nothing useful, which is one ungodly stress!" madam Anggraini immediately took the bag and left. The three men had nothing to stand in his way, let it go. Perhaps Almira's priority of recovery is not the first for Ms. Anggraini.

"Could you?" ask Dr Ibram about his offer.

"Congratulations, we will take turns to talk to Almira, hopefully this time successful and get a satisfactory result" said Mr. Muhtar hope.

"Amijin!" reply doctors Ibram and Radit compact. After talking about mental health, the three ended their meeting this afternoon. Radit and Mr. Muhtar went to the hospital, while Doctor Ibram went home.

Just a few minutes later, the father and son were in front of Almira's room. Radit knocked on the door first and said hello. Sahutan from the inside indicates Almira is being accompanied by one of the suter on duty.

"Please, Sir. Ms. Almira just finished reading the book" said the sister, tagged Rina. Mr. Muhtar just nodded, while Radit was already sitting on the patient's bed. Almira just stared at Radit, there was a look of fear that seemed. But Radit immediately clasped his hand and smiled.

Almira was silent, she turned to the side. Mr. Muhtar was sitting on the sofa watching Radit and Almira's interaction. His eyes suddenly whistled with Almira. He approached, then stroked the princess' head fondly.

"What do you want? tell me, I'll buy you a quick cure!" haggle Mr. Muhtar by looking at the princess's face. She wanted to cry, but she had to be strong in front of her two children. As strong as a man will be fragile also if you see the state of his son like this. It is normal, physically normal. It is said that crazy is not wrong either.

Almira smiled and then shook her head. "Al's tired, Pah!" the answer was soft, both were amazed. Not only was Ibram's doctor able to communicate with Almira now, but he was also able to do so even though the princess's voice was very subtle.

"Capek why? dong's story is with papa!"

Almira shook her head, "Al's afraid!"

The girl began to sob, Mr. Muhtar was not able, he immediately hugged the princess tightly. Pat Almira's back gently, letting her daughter sob, even if she won't talk again, let her. His efforts were carried out gradually, seeing the condition of Almira that was not stable.

Radite? the young man wiped the water in the corner of his eye several times, not the heart. The brother who often helped him do PR, the brother who often nagged and advised him not to spread the charm of women, the brother who was always willing to split his pocket money, is now sitting weak in the hospital because his mentality is disturbed. Depression, where could he let the brother like this.

After crying in papa's arms, Almira asked for a drink, her condition was a little calmer even though as much as she could hear. Radit massaged his legs, sometimes the girl smiled in amusement.

"Dit, what school?" almira asked suddenly, now there were only them. Mr. Muhtar was out to meet Galih in the hospital lobby.

"Ah...Ma'am Al actually asked Pak Sultan, right?" guess Radit pranked the brother. Forgetting her brother's condition for a moment. It is possible that by tempting Almira their closeness can return to how it was, and Almira can comfortably talk to him.

"Yes..yes, Mr. Sultan how are you?" finally Almira admitted with a look of shame.

"Okay, add the handsome. Didn't Ma'am Al ever chat with him?"

Almira shook her head, "Lecture doctors are so draining of my energy and time, Dek. Where could I think of him." Almira looked at the moment of his gray-white time with Pak Sultan, so sweet even though secretly. Not many know the relationship between teacher and student.

"Chat only time, make entertainment, stress relief. Tomorrow will I bring you Mbak Al?" tawar Radit enthusiastically, because since Mbak Al entered the hospital, his cellphone lay in the room, even the mother or his father wanted to look at the cause of the illness Almira did not find anything on the girl's cellphone, he said, so flat and deserted her teenage world.

Almira shook her head again, even her face was sad again, "No need, I don't want to be in touch with Mr. Sultan, while I'm still crazy."

MIRIS, muttered Radit Pilu.