Sister Alea And Mr Crazy

Tear His Heart

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"Who are you? I asked who are you?" Iqbal screeched, looking at Alea full of fear.

Alea was confused as to what to answer. In an urgent situation like this, Iqbal constantly pointed a knife at him. How Alea could answer casually try.

"Hmm, I .. I ... Aleu. I'm here to take care of you. Please don't get angry first" Alea asked as she stepped back away from the sharp object that was almost closing in on her.

"Iqbal, dear .. calm down first." Mrs. Beautiful who had been near Alea tried to calm her son who was seen starting to get angry when he saw the presence of strangers in his house.

"Mama, get rid of him. I said drive him out of this house" Iqbal shouted in anger. Even the gaze given to Alea was extremely sharp as if it wanted to eat prey.

Mrs. Beautiful began to shed tears. The thing he was most sad about was seeing his son like a madman who was always threatening and hurting.

"Son, listen to Mama first. She's Alea. She ...."

Ny's Speech. Beautifully cut off when Iqbal throws a vase of flowers at Alea. Alea immediately dodged when she realized that.

Prang ....

The vase instantly broke, then Alea reflexively cried out in fear.

"YYYYES ... Mother, Grandma ... Alea's scared." So afraid of her, Alea squatted down while covering both her ears with her hands.

Look at that, Miss. Beautiful directly approached Alea and calmed her down.

"Alea, relax. Don't be afraid, son. Auntie is sure you are a brave girl. You can definitely help Auntie to heal Iqbal," said Ms. Beautiful while gently stroking Alea's hair.

Alea shook her head with both of her eyes which started to glaze over. "Alea can't, Auntie. Alea can't. Alea was afraid that Iqbal would suddenly injure Alea later," Alea said.

Mrs. Beautiful shook her head, then she clasped Alea's hands with the warmth of a mother.

"Alea, look at Auntie!" pinta Ny's. Is beautiful.

Alea was silent, feeling her body begin to tremble in fear.

"Alea." Mrs. It was beautiful pulling Alea's face to look at her. "Do you believe in love?"

Hearing that, Alea immediately looked at Ny's bead. Beautiful, then a quick nod. Of course Alea believes in love, the proof is that Alea now has a lover.

"If you believe, then Auntie is sure you can cure Auntie's child. Because you take care of and care for it with love as well as love. Now get rid of your fear, because fear will only make you more helpless."

A round of tears began to trickle down Alea's cheeks. Because of the words of Mrs. It was beautiful to remind him of his late father.

'Always remember, my little girl. You should never be afraid. Fear will only make you more helpless. Face all the obstacles before you with courage. Because I believe this little daughter of father is very brave, even more than father.'

For a moment Alea looked at the figure of Iqbal who was laughing not clearly seeing himself crying.

"Look at him ... Haha, he's a crybaby. Very crybaby. Not like me, if I'm strong. And he ... Haha he's a crybaby. Uh, but, I'll never cry. Huawei ... Mama, why am I a whiny." Iqbal now turned to crying like a child while kicking the floor.

Every slap and obscure word that came out of Iqbal's mouth and also his sometimes fickle behavior became very strange, making Alea know what disease Iqbal was suffering from.

Mental illness disorder.

"Did Auntie ever say that to Iqbal?" ask Alea.

"Earlier. Aunty always said that to Iqbal. But Iqbal did not want to listen, he was trapped in his past to make his mentality disturbed," replied Ny. Beautiful while crying.

Seeing Ny. Beautifully crying, Alea instantly calmed her down. Alea did not know the past what made Iqbal mentally disturbed. Alea was obviously feeling sorry for Ms. Beautiful, including Iqbal.

"What's the doctor saying, Auntie?"

"Doctors suggest staying with Iqbal and doing cognitive behavioral therapy. But Iqbal did not want to do the therapy, if Aunt forced, then Iqbal would threaten to hurt himself. Finally Aunt had to obey what Iqbal wanted and locked him in the room so as not to happen the desired thing. Aunt has given up. It's hard to get her out of the disease" she said. Beautiful with crying.

Alea wiped the tears that drenched her cheeks. Lovely, then Alea drew closer to hug Ny. Is beautiful.

"Aunty, don't cry. Nothing in life is difficult as long as we try. Even the way out must be there for those who always pray and have confidence. Alea is confident that one day Iqbal will be cured" Alea said.

Mrs. Lovely took off Alea's embrace then looked at Alea with a look of reassurance. "Are you sure?"

Alea smiled, then he stood up while looking at the figure of Iqbal who was playing a puzzle with a smile.

"Of course Alea was convinced. Because Alea promised to help Iqbal get well. Alea will be Iqbal's sister. The sisters who will take care of and look after Iqbal with great affection" Alea said.

Mrs. Lovely smile relieved to hear it. Because Alea finally wanted to be Iqbal's sister despite knowing what disease suffered by Iqbal.

Alea walked over to Iqbal who was still sitting playing the puzzle, then squatted down before him.

"May I come play with you?" asked Alea in a soft tone.

"Hey, don't come any closer." Iqbal pointed the knife at Alea when he realized Alea was in front of him.

Alea just gave a smile. He is no longer fearless. Now Alea dared to face the figure of Iqbal. Although Iqbal would hurt her later, Alea did not care.

Alea was willing to get hurt as long as he had to successfully melt the heart of a fragile Iqbal due to illness.

"I SAID DON'T GO NEAR ME" Iqbal shouted. And ....

Iqbal scratched Alea's hand with a knife, until Alea's hand began to bleed.

"Shh." Alea tried to hold back the pain and ignored the wound. Then he showed a sweet smile in front of Iqbal.

Mrs. The beautiful who saw Alea get injured, immediately rushed over. But quickly Alea gave the code to Ny. It's beautiful not to approach him.

"Well, I told you no stranger or whoever comes into our house, they're all evil. Iqbal hated the bad guys," Iqbal cried turning to look at Ny. Is beautiful.

"But kid, Alea open the bad guy. She's kind. Alea will be your nurse and take care of you until you get well" she said. Is beautiful.

"Arghhh," Iqbal grumbled as he slammed the knife into any place. "Iqbal is healthy, Iqbal is not sick. Iqbal doesn't need a nurse or anyone else. All Iqbal needed was solitude and loneliness" Iqbal cried like a possessed man.

Alea approached Iqbal to calm him down. But Iqbal stepped back occasionally picking up the shards of the vase and pointed them towards Alea.

"Don't try to approach me, bad guy. Goes away. GONE AWAY. MAMAH, GET THIS BAD GUY OUT OF HERE" Iqbal shouted.

Had enough. Mrs. Lovely did not want her son to hurt Alea again. He must take immediate action. But in the midst of wanting to act, Alea again prevented him from passing the hand code.

On the other hand, Iqbal's anger is getting out of hand. Outraged, Iqbal threw a shard of glass at Alea.

Soon Alea caught the piece of glass using her fist. The eyes of Mrs. Beautifully rounded to see Alea's blood again splattered on the floor.

"Oh my goodness, Alea," said Mrs. It was a beauty who did not expect that Alea would dare to be reckless like this that could injure her.

"Not everyone is evil, Iqbal. There will always be good people around you. Your mama. And now me, your sister," Alea said with a smile.

"You're the bad guy. I don't want to be treated. Unwilling. Everyone is evil. NAHITT ...," Iqbal chanted and ran towards the wall.

There Iqbal immediately hurt himself by banging the wall with all his might. "Evil .. all bad people. I hate them all" Iqbal said.

Seeing that, Alea immediately ran up to Iqbal. Then put his hand on the wall that was beaten by Iqbal, so Alea's hand was the place of the blow for Iqbal.

Besides, Mrs. Beautiful could only cry seeing the great sacrifice in Alea. Alea who knew nothing was afraid and did not care for herself.

"My arrival here was not just to be your sister, but also to be your friend" Alea said in a soft tone.

Hearing the words of a friend made the sharp gaze Iqbal gave Alea turn into an ordinary gaze.

However, to Alea, that gaze was a heart-shattering gaze.

"Friends?" ask Iqbal.

Alea nodded. "Yes, man. You want to be Alea's sister's friend?" alea asked as she showed a sprig of jasmine flowers in front of Iqbal.

Iqbal's lips slowly began to form a smile as he looked at the jasmine flowers in Alea's hands. Alea, who saw a smile on Iqbal's lips, also smiled.

Same with Mrs. Beautiful, because after a long time, Iqbal-his son finally smiled again.

'It turns out true what Aunty Indah said, jasmine flowers will be useful to me. The proof after seeing the flower, Iqbal's anger instantly subsided.' Alea's inner, had recalled the words of Mrs. Beautiful when before entering the room Iqbal.

"Where, Iqbal? You want to be Alea's sister's friend?" asked Alea to make sure.

Iqbal.

'Finally.' Alea's inner self was delighted.

"What do you want?" ask Alea once more.

"Yes, Iqbal wants to be a sister's friend. And from now on you are Iqbal's sister" Iqbal replied, smiling like a child.

"Really?" Alea made sure to return by extending her hand before Iqbal.

Iqbal nodded steadily, then he was about to place his hand on Alea's hand. However, when I saw that there was blood on Alea's hands, Iqbal immediately undoed that intention.

"There is blood .. There is blood ...."

Alea saw Iqbal beginning to get scared again. Quickly Alea calmed him down.

"Iqbal, calm down. The nurse will clean her blood soon" Alea said, about to walk away.

But Iqbal held Alea's wrist as if he didn't want to let Alea go. "No ... Iqbal cannot be diem ... Sister Iqbal is wounded, Iqbal must cure his wound."

"Iqbal, this is just a small wound. Let the sisters do their own medicine" Alea said.

"Stt ... The nurse just needs to be quiet. Let Iqbal take the medicine" Iqbal said, then gently pulled Alea's hand towards the bed cover.

Alea's stunned. Because Alea did not expect to be behind Iqbal's disturbed mentality, there was an implied attention in an Iqbal Riandra Keanny.

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