Not Planned Love (R3)

.16-so How?

📚.16-So How?

“To whatever comes before, it is a reality.” – **Habibie

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A mother's heart is unmatched. It must have been all that in his prison. This noble heart woman - indeed she has a doubled heart full of love even more so about her own baby. No matter how hard the baby fosters wounds, the mother's heart will easily melt back if she sees her son is in a state that is not good.

"What's your name, baby?" Aurra asked, after her wound with the son came off.

All eyes now turned towards the sigadist who was asked. The girl showed no sign of responding. His face was still hidden behind the bow of the girl's head. Her pliers were still squeezing the end of the canal she was using. His voice trembled, though faint due to the movement of his own hands. His temples began to be flooded with cold sweat.

"Hey, honey?" Call Tyoga was was.

"Kara, listen. Is this papih darling?" Call Tyoga on his knees before the princess whose breath is beginning to be cut off.

"Pull regular breath baby. It's papih, she's Arsyad's mother. Not that woman, look. She's not that woman, baby." Tyoga tried to calm the princess down.

If this is the case, it can be ascertained if surely the phobia experienced by his daughter was back to relapse.

"D-is why bang?" Confused Aurra.

"Mother, Karah-"

"Mother" Call the husband.

Aurra turned her head, looking at the confused husband. "What's wrong?"

"Can we get closer?" Aurra nodded, then stepped towards her husband.

"Kara, huh?" Call Tyoga while rubbing the princess' hand in worry.

"It's Papih dear. Papih?" Call him repeatedly.

"P-whale?" Call suara lirih Kara hoarse.

"Yes, this is my dear Papih."

The effort that Tyoga always did as the main treatment was to calm his daughter, when the phobia experienced by his daughter relapsed. Kara will be difficult to breathe, accompanied by excessive anxiety that makes her body vibrate and flooded with cold sweat. At times like this, heart performance will also work twice. It can also cause harm and lead to death if not handled properly.

"Wh-whistling?" Lirih Kara hoarse.

Tyoga moved - the middle-aged man immediately carried his daughter into his arms. Giving a sigh so that the tiny body can fight his fear. It's been 17 years, and her daughter is still tormented by trauma decades ago.

"Pull regular breath baby. Papih is here, right here. Hugged you." Tyoga said.

Her daughter has never relapsed in the past two years. Tyoga was even relieved when he saw his daughter could live a normal life like a human in general. However, this time the torturous phobia came back to her son.

"Kara?"

"Kara, honey?"

"Son,Atmariani Karamina? Darling?" Call Tyoga when there is no response from the princess.

Arsyad shuffled, lowered his position and then checked his wife's pulse.

"His pulse is too weak." Reveal it.

"How to faint." Tyoga said while carrying his daughter's tiny body.

Aurra was more worried when she saw the girl who was the wife of her son fainted. The situation is almost like the symptoms experienced if the heart disorder he used to suffer relapses. Seeing with his own eyes the difficulty of Kara, Aurra's heart was filled. It turned out that there was another girl who was almost similar to what she had suffered first.

"Where's your room?" Ask Tyoga.

"Over."

"Show me." Tyoga's edict was instantly embraced obediently by Arsyad.

"What pain does she have?" Ask Aurra.

"Vestiphobia."

"Vestiphobia, what is mas?"

"Irrational fear of clothing. A person suffering from this condition, can experience very high anxiety just by thinking about clothes, especially if it comes to wearing them."

"One of those anxiety disorders?"

"You know the deck?"

"I learned about the mental specialist. My own?"

"I used to major in psychology, your mom remembers." Van'ar replied that immediately made the wife smile thinly behind her hijab.

"I forgot the mas," Van'ar nodded thinly in response.

"We're upstairs. There's something to talk about with Mr. Tyoga."

"Sir Tyoga?"

"Hm. Besan we are." Aurra nodded. The name is not too familiar. He seemed to hear it often, but I don't know where.

"How's the condition?"

"better. But it's one of the worst responses in the last two years." Tyoga.

"So, the last two years Kara never relapsed?"

"Yes. Hardly ever."

"Is it because of me?" All eyes turned towards the voice.

"It's not so." Tyoga. "Kara just can't handle his own anxiety and fear. The trauma of the past has hurt him to this extent."

Van'ar, Aurra, and Arsyad were silent for a moment. Kara's condition does require a fairly complicated handler. Moreover, the phobia he suffered was quite strange.

"So how's the solution?" Arsyad spoke up.

"Can phobia not be cured?" continued.

"meaning?"

"It's a mental problem. The best way is to get Kara to fight her own fear. But until now, that hasn't been achieved."

"So how? Will Kara keep this up if she sees me?" Aurra asked her husband.

"Daddy, don't think so." Lerai the husband.

"It's not your fault or anyone else's. Kara will also be able to accept if she gets used to her new environment. Here Arsyad will play a big role."

Arsyad turned to Tyoga. That's true, because Kara is now the answer now.

"You're responsible now. It's your job to make her comfortable with the new environment she lives in."

His words in-laws are true. Kara is now her responsibility. Priorities that will be a major part of his life. Not to mention the problem of education that is threatened to break up in the middle of the road. But now, the main thing is about the comfort of the wife-Atmariani Karamaina Adriani.

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"Hey, you awake?"

The girl who had just woken up from her sleep was immediately sitting on the bed. His hazelnut eyes immediately circulated around the room, it was felt that the place was familiar to his gaze.

"Drink first, you must be thirsty?" The handsome black-gloved man.

Kara accepted it in silence. His throat was dry. He was so dry that he refused to make a sound.

"Why do you need anything?" Tanya Arsyad tried her best.

"W-whatever where?" Little tweet.

"Next door."

"Will I see Papih?"

"Tomorrow." Gadia was pushing, refusing. But it was interrupted by the sound of the baritone Arsyad. "It's already night. It's midnight."

Kara glanced at the wall clock behind Arsyad. Half an hour in the morning, it was late at midnight. But, why is the man in front of him still awake.

"Sleep again. Tomorrow you can meet your father." Said Arsyad while fixing his prayer equipment.

"This is your room?"

"Hm"

"You sleep here?"

"Hm"

"Kara's Same?"

"Hm-ekhem. I-I slept on a couch, you're in bed." Errorat Arsyad who was released.

"What are you doing?"

For the size of these Kara girls are indeed among the group who talk a lot even though quiet. He's more silent, but if you talk it will surely be continuous.

"Tools."

"Night night?"

"Hm"

"Why?"

"Worshiping to God doesn't need Kara's excuse." Arsyad replied while keeping the peci that had wrapped the fist.

"Sleep, you need to get enough rest." Arsyad painstakingly fixed an extra blanket and pillow for her to sleep on.

But before that, the man turned to look at the wife. The figure that now occupies its territorial territory. A person who is so new to his life.

"Sleep, it's night." Arsyad allowed the girl before him to fall back asleep.

Kara says without protest. He immediately went back to lying down, while staring at the clingy Arsyad.

"Don't forget to read the prayer." Remind Arsyad, while raising the blanket that Kara uses up to the chest.

Kara did not know how, but the sound of baritone that was not yet 24 hours exactly it was known, it was very easy to make him calm. Besides Papihnya, Mang Usep and his wife-Kara rarely believe in someone. With Arsyad, what is done. To be sure, Kara-can be easily civilized for the existence of Arshad in his life.

"Good night, Zaujatii." Said Arsyad lirih, while touching the head of Kara.

A few seconds hold in that position, before switching and moving. Back to the sofa near the television, which tonight will be the place to rest. Although it still feels foreign and public, all this is true reality. In the unthinkable, though, the reality has changed.

Somehow tomorrow he will face himself. To be sure, everything will feel more different. There will be those who will be released by him tomorrow, there will also be those who must be introduced by him tomorrow. So how does Arsyad reflect on everything tomorrow?

And so, when a strange belingguy wrapped around him. Complaining to the almighty is the main thing. Approach yourself and always ask for enlightenment for the path that He didhoi. Because according to some sahih hadith, salat in the third of the night is one of the most apdol way when wanting to get closer to the almighty.

"Pray at the time of tahajud, as if an arrow shot right on the target."

- Imam Asy-shafei

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TB

Holla,met night Readers???

BCT update again

Ayoo, who started paper cung??

Someone wants to be called ya Zaujatii (Duhai my wife) also the same as the Arsyad😉😉

Who wants to cungg^^^

Ok, don't forget to leave the likes and comments so I'm more worried about the update. Sorry if there are many typos still scattered

Sukabumi 24 Oct 2020