Mom For Bhara

Mom For Bhara
64: Trauma



The next morning, Natasya awakens and realizes that she is still being held in the cold cell. He took a deep breath while staring at the ceiling of the room. The shadow of yesterday's terrible events always crossed his mind.


“Haah~ even when I just opened my eyes, the incident continues to haunt me,” muttered Natasha tired.


The pupil of the woman's eyes seemed to move to the right and to the left restlessly, Natasha started to get out of focus as the bustling thoughts haunted her head.


‘Have I become a killer?’


‘... are you going to kill me, Natasya?’


‘Do not approach!’


‘Hiks... Mama.. Let's go home..’.


‘While I love you, Natasha... Why is your reply so sad?’


‘Mama... Bhala fear..’.


‘If you shoot me, won't you be a killer?’


‘Do not equate me with you!’


‘DOR!!’


“No!!”


Natasya immediately woke up and sat down while trying to neutralize her breath that was panting. The voices in his head were getting crowded.


“Nona Natasha, are you okay?”


Natasya turned to look at a worried looking police officer in front of her cell. Natasha stood up and hurriedly approached the policeman.


“Pak police! Help me!” exclaim Natasha in panic, “it seems like I've gone crazy. Why is it that my head is full of horrible voices? Nah! This is not true! I am no longer sane! I don't want—”


“Nona! Miss Natasya, please calm down!” the police said from outside the cell.


Natasha is back in focus. Although he was still gasping for panic attacks, he still tried to focus on the police in front of him.


“I came to pick you up because the psychiatrist who will help you has come,” said the police.


“Psychiatrist? Aye! Help from the professional I need now!” exclamation Natasya.


The policeman smiled with relief and looked at Natasya who was aware of her own condition. Then, the police immediately unlocked Natasya's cell and took the woman to a room.


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Door opens. Inside the room, Natasya could see a woman her mother-in-law's age wearing a doctor's distinctive white coat. The woman smiled gently as Natasya walked up to her.


By the way, the police who had brought Natasya here had already left. Now there was only Natasha and a psychiatrist sitting opposite each other.


“Good morning, Miss Natasya,” greet the psychiatrist warmly.


“Good morning...,” replied Natasha with doubt.


The psychiatrist immediately understood with doubts Natasha, “oh, just call Doctor Aina.”


Natasya smiled slightly while nodding her head in understanding.


“So, Miss Natasha,” said Doctor Aina started the counseling session, “how is your current condition?”


Natasya fell silent as she pondered what sentence she could pass on to this mental illness professional before her.


“Eum... bad?” natasha had doubts.


“According to Miss Natasya, what makes your condition bad?” ask Doctor Aina.


Natasya smiled bitterly, “do you think the doctor, I can be fine after killing someone? That's why I'm here.”


The doctor gave a short pause before continuing to ask, “Nona Natasya remember, if you do it to protect yourself and also your son? Looks like we all understood that it was an accidental incident.”


Natasya let out a tired breath, “but still, someone's life vanished in my hands.”


Natasya smiled slightly while shaking her head slowly, “I have tried it, but. forgiving yourself was not as easy as saying it. Even if I intend to forgive myself, that guilt continues to haunt my head.”


“Indeed it is not easy, but it is worth working on,” said Doctor Aina, “you have chosen the right path to start trying to heal your own trauma.”


Natasha smiled in response to the psychiatrist's words. From the outside, Natasya did seem calm and conscious to keep trying to heal his mental. But in reality, since he woke up earlier, his brain was full of bitter memories of the tragic event.


“Nona Natasha,” call Doctor Aina, “may I ask you one thing that will probably help you to forgive yourself?”


Natasha nodded, “of course.”


“What is your biggest motivation to recover from this trauma?” ask Doctor Aina.


Natasha digests the question. Natasha's initial answer was herself. He wants to recover from the trauma so he can be calm and not haunted by terrible sounds in his head. However, he had just realized that there was a greater motivation than himself.


“Bhara..”.


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“Hiks... Hiks..”.


The gloomy atmosphere covered the Adikusuma family residence. Everyone gathered in the living room while staring at the toddler held by the father.


“Bhara... eat first yes, dear,” pinta Anjani gently.


The boy shook his head weakly while snorting at the chest of Johnathan's field. They were all confused as to how to comfort Bhara. Since yesterday's incident, Bhara kept quiet and just cried softly, even he did not want to eat.


“Bhara want to see your mom, ndak?” ask Alan suddenly.


Bhara stopped and looked. Then, the boy nodded faintly.


“Then, Bhara eat first huh?” persuade Alan, “after that, we go see mom. Okay?”


The boy nodded again. Anjani immediately retrieves the child's dinner plate from the baby sitter there, then begins to feed Bhara. Everyone smiled when they saw Bhara eating.


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The day is near noon. Natasya had just completed a counseling session with her psychiatrist. The beautiful woman stared at the two grains of tranquilizer in her hand. He wasn't sure if these drugs could help reduce his anxiety.


“Haah...,” Natasha took a deep breath, then swallowed the two pills.


“Hopefully I can be calmer,” muttered Natasya.


Natasha took the drugs, sat down and tried to catch her breath. Said his psychiatrist earlier, taking a deep breath could calm his mind.


“Nona Natasha.”


Natasya opened her eyes and turned her head towards the police officer who had just called her from outside the cell.


“Iya? What's up?” ask Natasya.


“There are guests waiting for you in front,” said the policeman.


“A lot of my guests,” kekeh Natasya, “who comes now?”


The policeman smiled, “husband and your son.”


Natasha's naughtiness changed with a hopeful twinkle. Natasya immediately stood up enthusiastically, she missed Bhara very much.


Along the way to the visiting room, he continued to wish his son well. Her sweet child must have missed her a lot too.


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