MENTALLY

REPLY MESSAGES

"Mister?!"

"I want to sleep, Dit," said Almira who had closed her eyes and pulled a blanket to cover her body to the chest. Radit only sighed heavily, still needing extra patience so that the older brother could open up to him again.

Radit deliberately discussed Mr. Sultan, who knew Almira would be interested in the topic, but in fact ended sadly. "Sleep, Ma'am. Me and Papa are with you today."

Radit was lying on the sofa while playing mobile phone, when the focus on Instagram account suddenly pop up mobile phone name appears Pak Sultan. He immediately got up, set his breath suddenly roaring loudly, glanced briefly at the patient bed before replying to the message.

Me: Waalaikusalam, sir. There's something I can help you with.

Mr Sultan SMA_PJOK: Dit, Mbak Al how?

Radit pulled her hair rough. How can for two months, he did not contact with Mr. Sultan, both in school and chat now he sent a message. Is that how close the young teacher's heart is to the older brother? Although close, Radit also does not want to spread the health of his brother to others.

"Bismillah, may I not typo," muttered Radit who then replied to his teacher's message.

Radit: Ma'am Al good, sir, Alhamdulillah

He breathed a heavy breath after sending the reply, wanting to say as much detail as Mbak Al but this is someone else, who does not necessarily provide support let alone Pak Sultan seemed to be unemployed Almira, how would he react if he knew this stress Almira.

Mr. Sultan: Tomorrow meet the Father in the room yes, I wait for the first break.

"Is it possible that Mr. Sultan is already suspicious of the situation of Mrs Almira huh?" muttered Radit who was still staring at the chat room with Pak Sultan.

"Dit," call Almira down. Just contact Radit shocked even to talkative.

"Eh...Sultan sir, yes!" he held his chest. It turned out that the elder brother had already woken up, and was looking at him full of probes.

"What did you say?" tanya Almira was curious.

"Don't tell me anything, Madam Almira why are you awake?" radit asked as he glanced at the wall clock that already showed at 10 p.m.

"Regular, not sleeping well. Where's papa?" Almira, like a normal person, was still communicating as usual.

"Papa's coming home, grab a laptop maybe."

"Say no need to go back, Dit. Poor Papa."

"No pa-pa times, ma'am. We intend to take care of Mama."

Almira shook her head, "Pope papa, I've had a lot of repotins, but I haven't been able to reply."

Radit stared at Almira intensely, sensitive mode began. The condition of the brother is not stable, the mood is like a roller coaster. "Why the hell, think back to the same father, Mother? It's papa's obligation to pay for his son's needs, especially if he's sick like this."

"Mbak always repotin parents yes, Dit. I can't be proud of my mom and dad." Almira's insecure soul appeared with a roar of tears. Radit could not bear, he immediately embraced the brother tightly as did the father this afternoon.

"Sir, if you have a problem saying dong is Radit, we think together. Ma'am always gave pocket money to Radit, now it's Radit's turn to pay it back."

Almira's cry sounded so bitter, even Radit cried. "What does Mbak Al feel to think that Mbak Al has not been able to make mama and papa happy?"

"Bak doesn't want to go to a doctor's school, Dit. Mbak wants to step down" he said on the sidelines sobbing. "Bak is tired, he is not strong with his duties."

"Why never say the hell, Mommy should be rebellious, once against the same mama. Yes, if you're right, you're wrong, too mean."

The two fell silent later, sobs still sounded. "Now Mbak Al story, from the beginning what makes Mbak Al to stress like this."

"I'm not stressed, but I'm crazy, Dit."

"Yes if Mbak Al nangis, sad continue not to want the same story me, equally papa, same doctor Ibram, Mbak go crazy. Wanna?"

Almira.

Almira glared, before long she bowed shyly, "Why talk about Mr Sultan?"

"It's late at night, Ma'am. If I told you I could stay up."

"Tell me, I've often stayed up too."

"Related?"

Almira nodded.

"But promise yes, will the story as detailed as possible why can you cry hysterically and stress gini?"

Almira was silent, her lips suddenly folded tightly as if she had a secret that she was reluctant to share. "I'm scared."

"Believe the same Radit, no one will hate or threaten Mbak Al if you want to tell a story."

"You can protect me, ma'am?" almira asked softly, as if asking for help so that he could get out of the shackles of something.

Radit nodded steadily. "Me and Dad are ready to protect you from all kinds of distractions."

"All right, I'll tell you. Now you tell me about Sultan!" pinta Almira's. The look on his face turned sparkling, his emotions and tone sounded a little spoiled. The corner of Radit's lips lifted, though inwardly wanting to cry. The sister's mentality was really worrying. "Dit, let's tell you about Mr. Sultan!" Almira shook Radit's arm a few seconds ago and daydreamed.

"Ah...wait a minute!" Radit rubbed the corner of his eye then turned around, picking up the phone lying on the sofa. He showed me a roomchat with Mr. Sultan a few minutes ago.

"Is he worried about me?" tanya Almira is enthusiastic. Radit's heart is increasingly sad, how not the happy face of Almira is clearly visible after reading a message from Pak Sultan who is someone else but can attract happiness to Almira. Could it be someone else who could bring happiness to Almira?

"Yes" replied Radit. Not want to make Almira disappointed, even though he himself did not know the purpose of Pak Sultan sent a message to him.

"He's a good man, shouldn't like a madman like a big brother."

"Sir," admonished Radit not to like that Almira claimed to be crazy.

"Bak doesn't deserve it, Dit equals Pak Sultan?" almira asked softly, tears fell again. Radit let out a heavy sigh again, how quickly Almira's emotions changed.

"You know what is appropriate Mbak Al for Pak Sultan, I WA him?" tawar Radit, want to know also Almira's response.

"Don't, I'm embarrassed!" she smiled and covered her face with a blanket. Radit fell silent and hugged his brother, crying. The depression of the older brother is approaching the acute level. It was difficult to see the behavior of Almira patterns that acted like a child or sometimes cried unclear.

"Dit, he said WA Pak Sultan, why do you even hug your brother?"

Just a few seconds ago banned WA, now even told. Oh my God, the nerves and brain tissue of the brother is really there is a complete.

Radit: If you may know, Mr Sultan would like to discuss what? sorry if these nights send a message.

Almira stared impatiently at the chat room, he even glared and cupped his hands as if praying and waiting for a reply from Mr. Sultan. Radit continued to pay attention to the motion of the brother, and he was increasingly convinced that if not immediately sought the root of his problem the brother would become a permanent resident of the mental hospital.

Ting

Almira's eyes widened, her hands reflexively picked up Radit's phone, she was as happy as a child getting candy. "I miss Almira, Dit." Almira read Pak Sultan's reply aloud.

"He misses me, Dit. Yes ampuuunn," he said excited even Radit's phone dropped on the bed just like that. He was excited, cupping his own cheeks and his lips were blissful. Her eyes sparkled, don't forget her blushing cheeks.

Shortly after, Almira went down from the bed he jiggled. His body rotated to the left and to the right while shouting, "Sultan's father misses me. Yeayyyy, Mr. Sultan miss me."

Seeing the brother like that, Radit just fell silent. His body instantly suffocated, his heart feeling crushed right then and there.

"Mister Almira, crazy!" he muttered while closing his eyes, accompanied by a circle of water that dripped just like that.