My girlfriend, my daughter-in-law (Mantu becomes sister-in-law)
The Post Syndrome Traumatic
POV Dul
"How's my wife doing, Doc." I asked the doctor who examined Yulia.
"Does no wife have any problems leading to syndromes?"
"My wife has a panic disorder. But it hasn't been a long time."
"I found post syndrome trauma in your wife."
Post syndrome trauma is also suffered by Ina. But Ina is now healed. Is this a hereditary disease, huh?
"How's the effect, dok?" I asked who still did not understand the intent of the doctor.
"A disorder characterized by a failure to recover after experiencing or witnessing a terrible event. The condition can last months or years, with triggers that can bring back memories of the trauma accompanied by intense emotional and physical reactions.
For more details, you will find this address. He's got high-flying hours handling cases like your wife." The doctor explained about the disease.
O Allah, so severe is the test you have given us.
"Thank you, doc." My speech.
I also took the doctor to the door. After the Doctor came home, I went back to meet Lia who was sitting with a blank look. There was guilt slipping through my chest. If only I hadn't incited Ina to meet Nature, it might not have happened like this.
Yulia does have panic disorder, congenital since childhood. I don't know what the trigger is I don't understand either. Still remember when Gita ran away from home, because he was not used to living in his grandfather's house. Yulia kept confining herself in the room. I realized that I was pampering Gita so much that she acted as she wished. Then the second when Gita has not come home from dinner with Roki, his half-sister Nature (Read the novel I am you and him)
In my education I admit Yulia is stricter than me. Yulia always instilled discipline in the Gita. With a reason to be a tough woman. Not a soft girl. Unlike me, I always obey Gita's will, including every time he has a problem venting his father is not his mother.
Hence when Gita was gang-raped by Sukasari residents, Yulia blamed her natural culprit. Various ways he attempts to make Gita forget Nature, because of his fear of his son ever experienced. Including urging Ilham to approach Gita while still amnesiac. All he did was out of hatred for Nature.
"Pa" I heard Lia making a sound.
"Sorry, papa, ma. I'm sorry it's my father who's betrothed Ina and Nature."
"Why, pa? why my daughter and sister love the same man. Why, pa? Why doesn't anyone believe that Marni made the Gita suffer. I .... I. .. afraid, pa... I'm afraid Marni will treat Ina just like the Gita. I'm scared, pa. Nature is not a strict man, she's never even bawled at keeping a gita."
I just fell silent. If I deny the story more complicated. The series of events experienced by Gita did provide her own trauma for Yulia. Gita is pressured along with Marni with the threat of taking custody while pregnant with the first child, Di kidnap the same woman who is vengeful as Nature to experience a miscarriage and her position Alam is imprisoned.
"Ma, take a break, yeah. Mama wants what? Let papa take it."
"Mama doesn't want anything, pa. I think my mom just wants to die. Let's accompany Gita."
"Keep if mama dies, papa how, dong? Papa's gonna be the most miserable man ever."
"Well, are you looking for a new wife, too?"
"Anyone wants to be the same as papa? If anyone wants certainly a lot of tempting papa during the office. But papa look at them as usual."
"Oooh, so papa ngarep there's the one who deketin papa. Just be careful if something is like that, mama will mock him. Just like when mama made Nabila embarrassed, it's good to disturb my son's household."
Only the two are in Gita's room, where Bi Suti informs her that Lia is locked up in Gita's room. Silence was felt between the two of us, after we had a chance to melt the atmosphere. I saw Lia looking at some photos whether it was Ina or Gita. Because they are like a betel in two. Ina is a reflection of Gita as a teenager.
"Gita, it's mama, son. Mama misses you. mama misses your omelin which is hard to tell, but as stubborn as you are, you are still limited to reasonable.
Sorry mom, son. Not being a good parent to you. Not able to protect you from danger.Not yet ....Hicks ..Hiks" I just looked at Lia who was hugging Gita's photo.
Son, I miss you too.
I hugged Yulia tightly. Trying to strengthen himself who is in a state of turmoil. His gaze stared at the ceiling of the room, as if something was being felt.
"Ma, we pray and najai yuk. Praying for Gita to be away from the torment of the grave."
I lead Lia to the mushola room. The body is still weak because it had fainted in the room. I bent my body so I could carry it. I feel his hands still shaking indicating his psyche is still shaking. In the basement I sat his body. Grip a glass of water has been toilet in his throat. His face was still pale his gaze was still sweet.
"Udah good, ma. or want to add more"
"Alhamdulillah, pa? mama's confused about how to compensate Grace."
"Grace asked for how much compensation?"
"5M, pa."
"Everything Grace ordered was the price of the office. From the building, a ring he said he was wearing a diamond. Keep making up the usual courtesy of a great artist."
"But what's up to 5 M." I still can't believe Grace was about to blackmail us.
"Yes, ma. We pray yuk. already want magrib. While waiting for isya we pay a moment." He just nodded weakly. I returned to her body which was still weak.
We started the magrib prayer with three rakaats. Obligations as Muslims. Kulirik Yulia wore a mukena, how beautiful she was like that. If he wants to be moved using the hijab especially at our age which can be anytime facing him.
"Pa, ayok salat. How bengong?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, papa was blown away by my mom with mukena. Mama's beautiful."
"Udah, ah. The magrib will be gone."
Khushuushon ilaa ruuhi ibnati Gita Mandasari bint Abdullah. Allahumaghfir lahu warhamhu wa ‘aafihi wa’fu ‘anhu, lahul faatihah.”
Which means: “Special to the soul of my daughter Gita Oh Allah forgive her, love her, save her, and forgive her, for her Al-Fatihah.”
We ended the magrib prayer and continued to teach together. Lia's a lot calmer than when I got there.
After praying Isya Lia complains of drowsiness. Then I asked him to lay his head on his thigh. Soon his body lay down and fell asleep. My hand caressed her head which was still covered with mucus. My eyes glared at all these rooms. The room of my father-in-law who was a magician became the room for our grandchildren. My memory was spinning as Lia wanted to turn papa's room into a nursery.
"Pa, we'll decorate this room for Gita later."
"Can."
"Mama kangen Gita, pa. Ever since she chose to stay with her in-laws. He rarely comes home here."
"Maybe Gita's afraid Mama can't accept her husband yet."
"If they treat the Gita well. Maybe I'll be nice to them."
"Ma, here..." Gita walked into Opa's room in astonishment.
"Yes, it's a gift from mom and dad to your granddaughter."
Son, I hope you're happy there. We missed you so much.
Lia sounds like she's sleeping really well. I covered her body with a blanket and turned on the AC. Some stuff stacked up on the table. Shasa's property, since the matter of Lia, Ina and Alam. Shasa's at Spencer's. Unlike what Lia feared, Marni actually spoils Shasa. Shasa was well received by the family.
Post Syndrome traumatic turned out not only befall Ina, but my wife also experienced it. I looked at the medicine given by the doctor.
"Ham, this om can be a medicine from a doctor named Lorazepam. What's that doin', huh?" I tried to call Ilham.
"Who's sick, Om?"
"Tante, Ham"
"It's a drug used for people who have trauma-like disorders. What's going on, Om?"
"Over the story, ham. Yes, thanks for the info"
"Together, Om. May Aunt Lia recover quickly."
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