
"Hour."
Dodo came to Ilham's room. Since a few days ago when Ina was rampaging at him. It makes the man not calm. He tries to communicate with Ina who is still sculpting.
According to Jaya's doctor, Ina was severely depressed, as if there was a deep disappointment.
"Yes, do. What's up?"
"You know the family that took care of Ina?"
"Know. It was Gita's parents, do."
Dodo raises his eyebrows "Gita who is your former fiancee. The one who gave Ina a heart, right."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Want, ham. I know the same guy in the house."
"You mean, Brother Nature."
"Yes." Yeah." Dodo was immediately annoyed when he remembered how Nature made him be driven away.
"Why your face, do? Don't tell me you're jealous of Nature. Well, Do.kamu calm down, brother Alam is not a person who easily falls in love. He's been chased after Keisya's brother, but he's still straight to Gita."
"I'm asking for help, ham. Please find a good treatment for Ina." Dodo Pinta.
That's how I make up for my guilty feelings for you,na.
"Why aren't you looking for him?"
"I ... and Ina ... have broken up, ham." Answer Dodo.
"Couldn't you? Must you be cheating again? like Mela's time was."
"I'm sorry, but Mela's the same time it was my tactic to get her to kill me. Tired, ham wants a lot." he lamented.
Inspiration shook his head. He understands the Dodo type of guy who quickly changes partners. Only with Ina did her friend's relationship last until now.
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Ilham brought a psychiatrist for Ina's treatment to Gunawan's residence. Yulia thanked Ilham for helping her.
"No papa, aunt. That's what I consider my own sister. Okay, aunt, I'll take my leave. Mas Fadhil, let me know the results." Pamit Ilham to Mama Yulia and Fadhil, the psychiatrist she was escorting.
Mama Yulia invites Fadhil to examine Ina.
"Mom, Ina should be talked to more often so that she can respond to the surrounding."
Fadhil looked at Ina and opened a tool.
"What do you see, Ina?"
"A bright light. There are some butterflies running. It's beautiful." Ina's story after being hypnotized.
"What do you feel?"
"It's quieter. I don't think I'm going back."
"Can you tell me what you're going through."
Ina is nagging in a state of consciousness.
"I saw my mother with that man. It hurts, it hurts more when mom says I'm just bothering her."
Mama Yulia was shocked to hear Ina's story "There, yes. Mom was like that. Poor you, son."
"Tomorrow to take Ina to the hospital, I wait there. We're going to do some therapy. Excuse me first."
"Thank you, the doctor helped Ina."
Mama Yulia escorted Doctor Fadhil to the front door. Then the man left with his car.
Mom Yulia recalled Ina's story for a moment, her heart breaking. There's pity for girls.
"If he's not happy with his family, let me make him my son."
Next day
From far away Dodo looked at Ina who was undergoing therapy, her eyes were still empty as if making herself feel more guilty. Although from afar, Dodo felt that Ina was in deep pain, the pain she gave the girl.
"Do"
"Eh, yes, Ham." Dodo wiped his tears.
"You crying?"
"Eh, yes. I'm a man, a cry."
"Well, crying doesn't have to be a girl. If you cry it means you still have a heart. I cry a lot too, really."
"You're mah nangisin siti, but don't act. Ntar if siti is really in love with brother Jo, nyahok." reply Dodo left his friend.
One month later
Ina's healing progress is going very fast.
Mama Yulia continued to accompany Ina, for her therapy was very helpful.
As we know the depression experienced by Ina, concluded as post traumatic stress disorder. Disorders 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.
Disappointment Ina when disappointed someone. Moreover, his own mother incised the wound. A mother who was supposed to protect her child, but she didn't get it.
"Thank you, doc. For the treatment all this time." Said Ina who stood in front of Doctor Fadhil's practice room.
"Together, Na. You still have to control every two weeks, don't think sad." Advice from doctor Fadhil.
"Ready, doc. I'm saying goodbye first." Ina and Mama Yulia leave Fadhil's doctor's office.
As they walked through the hospital hallway. A pair of eyes followed Ina from afar. There was relief in him seeing that the girl was healed. He tries to get close to Ina but is undone.
"Ma."
Ina stood still. He memorized the owner of the voice, several times set the breath so as not to be provoked by emotions, his hands clenched but released again.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Can we talk?"
"Just here." Ina's still trying to suck.
Dodo let out a long sigh "I'm sorry for the incident back then. I'm framed ..."
"You like it the same way, don't you? Yes, don't talk about it anymore, you're nobody to me anymore. We're done."
"Oh, yeah. This is me give it back. Mama needs this ring more than me. Thanks though.
Yuk, our aunt is home. I'm hungry." Ina pulls Yulia's mama's hand away from Dodo.
Clique
Oooooweeeeeeeee Oooooweeeeee
Mama Yulia and Alam took turns to calm Shasa who was crying earlier. They think Shasa is hungry, fed milk still crying.
"What's up, auntie?" Ina appeared when she heard the baby's cry that never subsided.
"Here, let me try." Ina tried to calm Shasa down.
"Eeeeh, you are my son, you are still young do not understand taking care of the baby. Here."
Mama Yulia shook her head when she saw Nature's exaggerated attitude.
Ooooweeeeee .... Ooooweee ....
"That's crying again. I'm an only child but at least I know how to take care of a baby." Reply to Ina casually.
"Twinkle .. twinkle little Twinkle, Twinkle, little star
how I wonder what you are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, Twinkle
little star ..."
Shortly after the song was sung by Ina. Shasa fell asleep again beautifully. She stared at the 7-month-old baby.
Why do I feel so close to them.
Like I was in a foreign place.
Why do I feel so sorry for that boy.
I've only seen this kid for a few days.
Ina held her heartbeat pounding as she held Shasa.
I felt like I saw Gita with my son.
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