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Traumatizing

Radit parked the car at one of the hospitals asking him to handle one patient that doctors confirmed had a psychic shock. Radit first met with the doctor who handled the patient. After hearing his explanation, Radit and the nurse immediately headed for the room in question.

The door of the treatment room opened, Radit saw a woman who was leaning on the head of the sickly bed with a flat face.

"Good morning" said the nurse. "We check everything first, yeah."

The patient stared at Radit with both eyebrows swooping sharply. A familiar face and never met, but he forgot where.

"Groth Andira," inner Radit.

A name that was no stranger to him. His face was as he had seen. But Radit brushed everything off. He has to work professionally because he is also still waiting for his wife and child at home.

After the examination, the nurse approached to the orange. "This is Dr. Radit. You'll handle him first, yeah." Orange did not understand the words of the nurse.

Now, the height of Radit is also Orange in the room. Radit sat on the chair next to the sickly bed. He stared at the orange.

"Is there anything to tell?" ask Radit. The orange just stood still, then shook his head.

Radit only let out a rough sigh. But that doesn't mean he's giving up, he keeps urging Orange to open his voice. To bring out all the things that were in his heart.

"How are you feeling?"

The bent orange now re-establishes its head. Staring at Radit who was also staring at him.

"You know that your bones have been injured quite fatally. Why?" ask Radit. "Why did you shut up when he did that?" continued again.

There is no answer from the orange. Only the tears that have begotten the orange show. His face was carrying a heavy burden.

"Say what you want to say. Take out everything that is in your heart. I'm ready to listen" Radit said.

The orange was silent, he did not want to open his mouth. He didn't want to tell me what had really happened. Enough of him and Dawn to know. That is how his heart speaks.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty-five minutes.

Thirty minutes.

The orange still covered his mouth, but Radit patiently waited for him. Radit knows, Orange wants to reveal something. However, he could not open his mouth as if he had been bound by a promise with someone.

"I'm tired."

Two words were spoken from the mouth of the orange in the thirty-fifth minute. Radit is still a loyal listener. He did not cut off the orange speech in the slightest.

"I thought he was a protector, but the more he came here he became a murderer" he continued.

"My body hurts, my heart hurts more. My father had never treated me rudely, why would someone I considered a hero be like that? I just need a place to take shelter," he said.

Radit felt the emotion that the Orange was feeling at this moment. His heart ached when he heard every sentence spoken from the lips of Orange.

"I'm a kara boy. My life is like being tossed in the open ocean. When I was stranded on the beach, I felt happy that someone would pick me up. He's a hero to me, but the more he gets here the more obvious his true nature is. Blow ... slap .. like a mandatory menu that I have to accept," he explained with his head still down.

"I started crying and kept begging for forgiveness. For a long time I got used to it, I was friendly with his slaps, kicks and punches. Although, I'm not wrong .. I dare not fight. I know who I am, just a piece of trash he picked up" he continued.

"Why don't you seek protection from the authorities?" sergeant Radit.

Orange looked up at Radit with red eyes.

"Protection is only for those who are, while I am only a commoner. Is there any protection for people like me? Isn't the law pointed down and blunt upwards?"

Radit just fell silent, he couldn't answer anything. In fact it is like that. He who incidentally people have will certainly be easy to throw anyone into prison. Especially if the opponent is the one below him. He will definitely win.

"I don't believe in the protection of the law. The wrong person can be right and the right person can be blamed. It's better like this than living in a bui without a definite future" he said.

Radit could not answer anything, there was a gaping wound in the heart of Orange. Old wounds that still could not heal and turned into their own trauma for him.

"Now, I just believe in myself. The only person who can protect me is me, not anyone else" he said.

From then on Orange spoke with a straight forward view. Where his brain is doing a flashback to the back. Beautiful memory until bad and painful memory turns in turn.

"I want to start a new life here. Forgetting everything they've been scraping. This city makes me feel good, I was born here and lived the hardships of life from here. In this city I met some very nice people. Able to give me happiness I never had before."

Now, the memory with Kalfa and Satria swirled in his head. It's the laughter, the eating together, the walking together that's the memory of his brain.

"Do you miss someone?" guess Radit.

"I always miss them. A family that accepts me with open arms. Gave me wonderful memories that I can't forget" replied Jingga.

"What about the man who hurt you? Are you saying goodbye to him? Aren't you afraid that he'll find you all the way here?" tanya Radit.

"I just left. I'm here because I was transferred by my boss from an old restaurant. This is not my wish, but the demands of work so that my life can be better" he replied. Orange paused his speech, the look in his eyes showed tremendous pain when discussing the man.

"He's looking for me maybe to kill me. I'm not afraid of death, I'm grateful that I was killed by it. I could meet my mother in heaven" he continued.

Radit's heart was like a sharp dagger when he heard the last sentence spoken by Orange. If, concerning the mother his heart will weaken.

"Honestly, I'm tired of living. There is no motivation or passion for me to live this life. I am tired of the suffering, sadness, loneliness and physical and heart pain I have received so far. I wanted to face God sooner, but God seemed to prevent it."

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Come dong, I try to up more than 2 chapters to accompany your Saturday.

Oh yes, who asked the Injured why I haven't been up I haven't had time to fill his chapter. I'm chasing 2 works first plus real life is busy, so I can't set the time. I am used to being confused now can't stay up. The story of Echa and her family is about to end.