Satuku Hand Husband

Nightmare

"Damn! The dream is coming again!" Mandala Barata cursed quietly as her right hand took pains to wipe the sweat on her forehead.

What happened to him. He was sweating violently even though the AC in his room was lit with fresh cool air.

Yes, nightmares about childhood drain her energy. This is also what often makes him urigand in the office because the case is not clear. He breathed out his emotions by scolding others.

That's a bad thing. He knew it but as he told Dea earlier: his self-control was bad.

Mandala then rested her head on the comfortable sofa while closing her eyes.

"It's been almost 20 years since that incident, Ma. My mom was gone that long, too. But every time it comes in a dream, it still feels the same. Sick, Ma. I'm ill. I feel bad for being blamed.

A thousand people say I'm not wrong is nothing compared to a sentence from Mama's mouth that says I'm a killer. I'm not a killer, Ma. Marisa died because her fate was so."

When Mandala monologued softly, her eyes were still closed making her open the bad memory by forcing her head.

That memory was precisely what happened when Mandala was in elementary school. Then his sister named Marisa was also in elementary school but still in 3rd grade Elementary. Yes, understand their age distance of 3 years.

At that age, Mandala and Rafael are familiar because of the closeness of their parents. Especially in the bad times it was little Rafael who was always beside Mandala. Their relationship is like a blood brother so close.

"You're not wrong. Marisa loves you as her sister. Everyone was busy at the party but he saw you again chasing the ball that was thrown into the street and there was a motorbike in front. He just wants to save you.

Marisa wanted to protect her brother innocently because she was a child, right? It was not your fault when Marisa finally got hit by a motorcycle and died. It's not your fault..." Rafael Malik patted Mandala on the shoulder and let her best friend cry.

How else. Mandala was hit hard. He's very sad. He was so scared. And that sadness should take years to try to control. Rafael has always strengthened him.

Mandalas need to be entertained. He just needs a safe place to hide from his mother's rampage. And Rafael's house was one of the places he could run to.

"Mama blamed me. I said I didn't deserve to be a sister. I'm not a good boy. I'm evil. I'm..."

"Mandala! Don't listen to your mama's words. Your mom is just sad and confused about the sudden loss of a dear child.

Your mom loves you too. But now his condition is not stable. I'm sure he'll love you back the way he used to. He just needs time

You stay here, yes. I'll tell my dad to call your dad..."

Rafael is the one who can make a slumped Mandala feel like he has a friend to endure all this.

After Mandala's sister, aka Marisa, died, the mother was depressed. It was at a severe level until he was routinely examined by a psychiatric doctor. His soul was completely shaken.

Mandala blamed herself for the situation. But it wasn't his fault. The accident happened and it was fate that Marisa's age was only up to that.

Mandala's guilt grew when her mother always attacked and blamed her when she relapsed.

Actually this was not an easy thing for Barata to deal with all this. Barata Group which was not this big at the time was faltering. He worked half-dead, rarely even going home because he wanted to keep the company.

His fatal mistake was that he let Mandala endure this suffering alone. Even Barata seemed to guard his wife's condition that was getting worse and worse.

Returning to the real world, those memories re-emerged. Mandala growled because the more she wanted to forget the dream just now, the more the memories entered her head.

"I'm sorry Mama, Mandala. Mama wrong. Mama just felt empty after Marisa left. So Mama took all that grief out by blaming you. Sorry, yes. Mama promised you'd learn more patience." That is what Mama Mandala always said when the woman was satisfied to torture him.

Then what's tomorrow?

Yes, it's clearly repeated.

His mother continued to blame him, beat him as an ungodly child, and made him feel useless. Mandala was so traumatized that her favorite woman died.

Raised the papa who in his head only about business, business, and business only makes Mandala change a lot also personality.

His father may be sane and not blame him for his sister's passing, but he is crazy about 'work.'

Mandala is required to be versatile, must always be number one in school, must know about business since young, anyway perfectionist. So here's the background.

Mandala opened her eyes wide so that the shadow on her head was gone but still a little imagined the events of dozens of salty.

Tok tok!

A knock on the door blew his daydream. Mandala turned her head and shouted to have her guests come in. And Karen came in.

Karen walked into the Mandala workroom and nodded in greeting.

"To the point! I was in a hurry. What's up?" Mandala whose mood was suddenly bad because of the dream just now seemed upset.

Karen grinned and then delivered a phone call from Bu Lulu-sang butler at the Mandala house.

"Yes, Amadea is waiting for you at the dinner table. He wondered when you were coming home but dared not call. Ms. Lulu called me because my phone couldn't be reached."

The deg!

Amadea waiting for him to come home?

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