My Perfect Bestie, No! Husbands!

Psychiatric Consultation

"Hi, how are you?" Ask Doctor Lizabeth.

Tasya just smiled faintly and nodded her head. "I'm not okay."

Hearing that Lizabeth sat on the bed and began to examine her patients. Yes knowing his physical condition first, after that the mental condition of his patient. Unlike psychologists, one of the duties of psychiatrists is to determine a more detailed diagnosis of what the patient is experiencing.

"Al told me you were pregnant, right?" Ask with enthusiasm.

"Yes." Yeah." Tasya nodded as she rubbed her own stomach.

"Congratulations, his son must be beautiful or handsome like his Mom and Dad. Take care of your health and don't forget to take your vitamins, okay?" Lizabeth.

Lizabeth smiled, from here she knew that Tasya was relapsing, although the recurrence was not severe but still, fishing something in him could just explode. So such an approach is necessary, so that the patient can also be spoken to.

"Did they come again? Did someone ask you to talk again?" Elizabeth asked, holding Tasya's hand.

"Just rumbling in the head. I'm not crazy ... "

Lizabeth nodded her head understandingly. "No, who said you were crazy. You're just not okay and we're friends. I should have asked you how you are."

Hearing that Tasya was not strong, she hugged Lizabeth and shed all her grievances. Elizabeth understood and tried to listen to what the patient was complaining about.

He knew that things like this were not easy, especially Tasya was pregnant, his mental condition was not good and now had to increase again with increased emotional hormones.

As much as possible he would be a good listener to his patients, there might be up to 1 hour of them talking, until finally Tasya tried to neutralize his own feelings.

Lizabeth held Tasya's hand. "Easy relieved? What else do you feel now?"

Tasya shook her head, she had already told him about it and everything was relieved. There were a lot of friends around, but with Lizabeth she knew she had to be really open. Because Lizabeth can help him now.

"That feeling is not a race, you don't have to rush. Forgiveness is hard, but it doesn't mean you can't. Slowly, walk hand in hand, talk and be sincere. The journey is long and not easy."

"So be sincere, but how? I can't."

"Now can't, right? Don't force it, it's too sudden for you. Staying away or avoiding it is not a problem. They must understand."

"So I'm not wrong?"

"It is not wrong if we are not ready, but even though we are not ready to try to think positively to find a gap in how our feelings of hate are getting reduced."

"difficult."

"Tasya, when hating something. The same is the case when we bring a crackle in the contents of the goods. The more the contents will get heavier and eventually our hands ache. So is your heart filled with hatred."

"It's invisible but you can feel it's heavy. Even if you do not want to forgive, eliminating hatred can make us calm. Not for those you hate but for yourself."

"Well then, I'll prescribe the medicine again. This time the dose will be reduced yes, because you are pregnant and not good to take drugs for a long time.

Tasya was silent, he was indeed heavy indeed harboring this hatred for so long. Lizabeth was right, even if she didn't want to see her mother, if her heart could calm down. But how to forget it.

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Slowly Diana entered their child's room and sat down to accompany Tasya who was daydreaming alone. Yes, he quickly came here because of that. Because Tasya should not be left alone.

Diana sat down beside Tasya and hugged her daughter-in-law affectionately. However Tasya was with her since childhood, she also breastfed Tasya since she was a child, so of course her inner bond was also strong even though it was not her birth mother.

"Mother ... "

Diana tightened her embrace on Tasya and nodded. "Mother here, honey. You are safe with Mother. Tasya need what hm?"

Tasya shook her head and kept hugging Diana, the sense of security, comfort and warmth a mother always got from Diana. Such a figure is what Tasya really needs.

He just needs a friend now, needs company until he feels relieved. Actually he needs Radit, but he doesn't want to talk to Radit. Last night they had a fight and after that he did not remember anything else because he immediately fell asleep. Maybe because of the medication too.

"Mother I don't want to see that person" Tasya told Diana.

"Yes, honey. You are Mother's child, you are Mother's favorite and you are the same Mother only. Mother here is the same Tasya."

"Why did you bring him here? Brother said it used to be the same Mother?" Ask Tasya.

Diana shook her head, she had to be the most neutral in order to gain Tasya's trust. Because of course Tasya needs someone he can trust for now.

"If you don't want to see Mama yet, you shouldn't be forced. But Mama's business with Radit's brother may be different, honey. Sometimes a child needs his parents."

"But I have Mommy, have Aunt Amara."

Diana nodded. "Of course you have Mother and Aunt Amara. Mommy just wants to say, don't force anything if you can't, honey. Now focus on the same child in your womb. She needs her mother's attention."

"I'm rich like a rich Mama, Bund? Don't care about his son."

Diana cupped her daughter-in-law's cheeks with attention. "Ehhh, dear. You'll be a good mom. Mother believes in you that you must be the best mother. So, focus on your pregnancy, right? Don't think about anything you don't want to think about."

Diana was really sick to see her daughter like this. He also still remembers how Jonathan used to be overwhelmed every night because Tasya was crying, not to mention Radit was also a child, how he every night asked for his help to give ASI to Tasya and alternated with Al. He clearly remembers everything.

They were all friends, but indeed the friendship was a mess because Lydia and her selfishness left Jonathan at the time. Not to mention that he killed the wife of the man he loved in order to get a rich man.

So it was very natural that Tasya could not accept it. It was natural that Tasya hated her own mother because everything came from herself.

"For now, you're at Mother's house first huh? Don't go home, Mother can't if Tasya again get sick rich gini."

"Mother I'm fine, I'm not crazy ... "

"Yes, honey. You are sick because you are pregnant, your body is weak, his head is dizzy, right? You're so soybean, so until her body can be fresh again, here first huh, honey?"

"Mother won't be troubled?"

"Engga, Honey. Now you have taken medicine, let Mother sleep rich when she was a child, would you? Waiting for Al to come home."

Tasya nodded, maybe his body was mature. Even though the inner child is still not satisfied to get affection since childhood. Tasya feels lucky because her mother-in-law is now her father-in-law. She was so happy that Diana was still willing to pamper him like this.