Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Psychiatric disorders

Isma's condition is starting to improve. Currently, he is in Bandung. Prince is already in Korea. He still left for Korea because of sudden business related to the company.

Even so, Prince always calls every thirty minutes.

"If you keep calling, when does it work?" Isma Protest.

"Mas worried dear."

"She's fine, Mas. If there is anything, there is Umi same Abah. Fitri tea also comes often." Evidently.

"alright. Then, I'm back at work. Sweet good yes." Before ending the call.

"Your husband calls again, deck?" Ask Umi.

"Yes, Umi. Prince was too worried. And good is fine." Help Umi compose the newly washed dishes.

"Yes, it's only natural that he's worried. His wife was pregnant with three of his hearts and he left when the dick was in a bad state." Umi.

"Guard you, Umi. It's just, today Mas has called as many as a dozen times."

"Just enjoy the attention. There will come a time when he is really busy and difficult to contact." Slurping Isma's stomach.

Only a smile was seen on Isma's lips. He confirmed what Umi had just said. Maybe at this time Prince is not so busy that he still has time to ask about the news.

"What's mommy's darling again? Healthy is always, baby. We pray that all of Dad's business be made easier. Aamiin's." Talk to the baby who is still in his stomach.

In Jakarta. Fitri was calming a raging patient. The patient wanted to kill every man and woman he saw. Especially if he knows, the man and woman are lovers or married couples.

"Is the patient always like this?" Fitri asked one of the nurses who helped her.

"Since his arrival it's always been like this when it's too late to give him medicine." The answer.

"How long has this patient been here?"

"Almost three weeks."

Fitri nodded in understanding. He successfully injected sedatives into the patient.

'Pity, beautiful face and well-groomed skin like this, even experiencing psychiatric disorders.' Fitri said in his heart while staring at the pale face of his patient.

"alright. Please take care of this patient. What if there's something call me." Fitri's orders on that nurse.

Then, Fitri immediately headed for his room. Where a patient is waiting for him.

"Good afternoon Vino!" Say hello to Fitri to her patients.

"Good afternoon doctor." Answer lethargic.

"Why so lethargic? Is the problem getting worse?" Ask Fitri.

"That's how doctors. My wife is getting more and more stressful. Not to mention my son who won't even see me at all." His speech.

Fitri notes Vino's explanation and checks the results of the notes a few weeks ago when Vino came to see him.

"My wife calls me by the name of her ex-husband more and more." Further.

"Can you look at me for a second?" Advice Fitri.

Without hesitation Vino looked Fitri in the eye. The two looked at each other for about two minutes. Vino's gaze was empty, completely empty. Fitri's distress penetrated the feeling that Vino was feeling.

"What is Mas Vino feeling right now?"

"Do not know the doctor. It felt empty, I no longer even felt any pain when my hand slashed against a sharp object." Clearly while showing the incision marks on his wrist.

"Wife mas Vino know, Vino mas circumstances like this?"

"Know, but he doesn't care." Answer's flat.

"What does Vino want me to help you with?"

"Find me to my ex-husband's wife."

Fitri's eyes were shocked. Then look into Vino's eyes. But, then Fitri returned relieved. Apparently Vino really only wants to meet to talk, not to do terrible things or revenge.

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