My Talaq!

Mental Disorders

Prisil's body was sculpting to see for itself how Diandra was hit by a car until it bounced a few meters away from there.

His hands were trembling, his body felt heavy. Just moving can't. Prisil stared at his hand in disbelief at what he had done.

Intentions only want to bluff, but the incident is beyond his own thought. He had pushed Diandra and caused the girl to be hit by a car.

Prisil could not accept it, he shook his head. "No I can't kill Diandra. No, it's not me. I didn't kill Diandra."

Prisil retreated to his car, hurriedly shaking, he got into the car. He left before the people saw him there.

While the car that hit Diandra's body also hit a large tree and caused the driver to faint.

Since that incident, prisil has always been haunted by guilt for killing someone. Shadow Diandra always appears everywhere to make him experience a little mental disorder.

Prisil turned moody, no longer acting out. But, he always felt that he was being followed directly by the shadows of Diandra, Diandra and Diandra.

Until one day, Prisil rampages at school because he sees the shadow of Diandra trying to kill him.

At that time, Prisil was sitting alone on the corner bench doing his job.

"You're a killer."

Prisil immediately looked up. he was shocked there was no Diandra figure in front of him.

"Di-Diandra .. You're dead, don't bother me!" Prisil pulled his body back. She's terrified.

"You're a killer, Prisil. You have to come with me. You're a killer." The shadow of Diandra stood near him.

Prisil brushed off the shadow and his hand could not push the shadow of Diandra. Prisil is panicking.

"Go! Go ghost ... don't bother me!" prisil shouted inviting many pairs of eyes that stared in disbelief if the shield looked like crazy.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Who are you driving out there, no one?" one of the students who was there.

Prisil turned his head, he glared at the person he saw was Diandra. "Diandra .. You're Diandra ...."

"You're dead Diandra, why are you bothering me? Get out of here!" Prisil rampaged throwing whatever he reached to repel a shadow that resembled Diandra.

"Aw .." Ringis the man who was hit by a ballpoint pen because it was right about his eyes.

"Hey, crazy guy. Mending you out of this school. You've gone crazy prisil here no Diandra, he's dead."

"Diandra died, hahahaha Diandra died." Prisil laughed occasionally in tears. "Diandra died Hiks Hiks Hiks. I've been pushing it."

"You're the killer" whispered the shadow of Diandra to his left. Prisil was shocked, he immediately ran away from the classroom while shouting.

"The ghost .. he's dead. Don't bother me ghost! Go!" he was hysterical like crazy.

"This can no longer be allowed, we must remove him dishonorably.if allowed to continue he can endanger other students, sir." Excited one of the teachers stared pityfully at seeing Prisil look like a madman.

"Father's right. I as the principal must be firm no matter whose child he is."

From there, Prisil was expelled from school dishonorably. Prisil's parents were surprised why the daughter he knew well, was friendly, did not make a sudden move out of school.

"Give me a reason why my daughter got kicked out of school? As far as I know he never let us down as his parents" asked Mama Karin.

"Sorry, we can't accept your crazy daughter going to school here anymore. It's endangering the other students."

"I'm not crazy, they're crazy, they call me crazy, I'm not crazy" Prisil replied feeling fine but his soul was shaken after the accident.

"Mother can listen? My son is not crazy."

Mama Karin looks emotional, "Ok, because you've taken my son out for no good reason. Then we'll revoke the donor."

The principal was resigned. "Please, Mom. That's much better than any other student who's been put in danger by your child."

Mama Karin stood up with a heart burning with anger.

"Come, Prisil. The city came home from here. They're all being unfair to you."

Karin does not know what Prisil has done to people. His busyness in work to neglect his duties as a parent to continue to monitor the development of his daughter's son.

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"Why can you be dishonorably expelled like this? What are you doing until the headmaster just chuckles you out?" at least at home, Karin asked her daughter all sorts of questions.

Prisil ducked not daring to answer He did not want to admit his mistake. He just cried pretending to not understand anything.

"Java!"

"Prisil doesn't know, Mah. Prisil often bullied them. He said Prisil is crazy. Prisil's not crazy, Mah. I'm healthy."

Mama Karin breathes. Only he was home. Her husband is on a job out of town. His eldest son was studying abroad.

"Mama's dizzy hearing it. What would you say to Papa if you knew you were expelled from school?"

"Don't tell me, Papa. I'm scared." When Prisil looked up, he saw the shadow of Diandra behind his mother.

He again trembled in fear of being unable to say other than leaving from there locking himself in the room.

Karin felt astonished at what Prisil had done just now.

"The boy was really scared of his father."

Even in the room, Prisil was silent in the corner of the room. He crouched down hugging his knees could no longer avoid the shadow of Diandra who just kept on bothering him.

"I'm not a killer. I'm not a killer." Only that word kept coming from his lips as guilt, fear and regret invaded his soul.

Prisil took his phone, he opened a photo gallery where he once uploaded a picture of Diandra. Her tears flowed down her beautiful face.

"I'm sorry Diandra, I really didn't intentionally push you. I just want to bully you. I have no intention of killing you. Please forgive me, don't bother me anymore."

"You have to die like me, Prisil." the whisper of the scarf continued to be heard in Prisil's ear.

The girl threw her phone and covered both her ears not wanting to hear the whispers that made her even more shaken in fear.

His senses could no longer think. His soul was shaken, his anger was pummeled. He could no longer hold himself back from continuing like this. Until he got caught up in his mind ending his life so that the shadow of Diandra no longer followed him.

The trembling hand was trying to find something. The shadow of Diandra kept haunting him. He is no longer able to carry the burden alone.

Prisil took the razor blade and prepared to injure his pulse.

"You're a murderer!!"

"I'm not a killer ..." cried Prisil immediately scratched his razor until his pulse bled.

Slowly, prisil's eyes began to shut, "Ma sorry."

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