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Chapter 88

 “Yakin, you feel less depressed?” Sheila was flirting with Faishal's question.

“You, I took a check to my friend huh?” faishal

“Check? Check what is Yang?” Sheila was confused, and she didn't feel sick.

“Temen I have a psychiatrist who, later we can know you are silent..” Not finished Faishal voiced, Syeila has been squealing, “SAYAAAAAANG!”

CIIIIIIT, because of Syeila's scream, Faishal stopped his car suddenly.

“Jeez, babe. Don't yell. Fortunately the road was empty.” Yes, fortunately the road is currently quite quiet.

“How not to scream, if dear Syeila check to a psychiatrist, emang Syeila mental disorder what.” Syeila snorted with pursed lips

Look look, sheila was mellow, now I've been hustling. Hmmmm

“Honey, we just check it out, and look at your mood is up now right?”

Sheila glared at Faishal with her chest crossed, “How did sheila's mood not go up, if you sent Sheila to a psychiatrist. But Syeila did not want to, did not want to. Non-use point comma.”

Faishal sighed, maybe next time when the mood of the seeds improved, I'll talk to Mommy first. “Haaaah, all right baby. Then we go to my office yeah.”

“Serah.”

“Honey, you angry?” ask Faishal.

“No, Sheila is not angry tuh.” Sheila turned her face out the window.

Tests, drops of tears Sheila back spilled,“Enak only, she thought Syeila was crazy to have to go to a psychiatrist,” whispered Syeila slowly.

“Honey, you angry?”

“No, Sheila is not angry.” Faishal gasped at the roaring voice of Sheila.

“Honey hey, here facing here.” With a little coercion, Sheila turned to face Faishal.

Faishal gaping, again his saw seeds crying, “You crying again Which?” Instead of answering, Sheila grew sobbing.

Faishal lifts Sheila brings to her lap, “Jeez, already dong dear. Aren't you tired of crying all the time?”

“Hiks hiks you evil hiks, cook Syeila told to psychiatrist hiks.” Sheila continued to sob and hit Faishal's chest with her tiny hands to vent her frustration.

“Yes my dear. Yes, yes, I'm sorry. We are not going to a psychiatrist. Already yes do not cry anymore, we go home now.” Faishal calmed Syeila to stop crying.

“We're home?” Sheila looked up with increasingly puffy eyes. “Iya we go home.”

“He em we go home,” said Sheila, then dip himself into the chest of Faishal field.

“But, baby. You moved sit by yourself yes,” pinta Faishal

“But baby, if you sit on my lap gini, I have trouble driving the car. You move yeah, let me arggggggh Sayaaaaang.” Faishal glared with his hands holding his left chest.

“Why did you bite anyway?” faishal

Sheila did not reply to her husband's words, only gave a cynical glance, “Have come home. Syeila has sat alone.”  Sheila immediately faced the outside of the window with a heart that continued to murmur throughout the journey.

Faishal shook his fist when he remembered his wife was still classified as abege, so be advised that his thinking was still ababil

 “Sweetie, you don't forget to wear your seat belt.”Again Faishal let out a long sigh before driving his car.

It only took them thirty minutes to reach Faishal's apartment. Faishal turned to face Sheila, and she fell asleep.

Faishal quickly picked up Sheila and took her to their apartment unit. Sheila was put on the bed, and she removed the hair that covered her face.

Cup, Faishal gives a kiss on Syeila's tiny lips.

Ditelusurinya face of Syeila while saying, “Kamu why the hell is the end of this. Are you depressed, but depressed because of what? Hmm, oh yes I just contact Mommy how later good.”

Faishal stepped out of the room and immediately contacted Mommy Meri. The tone of the call is connected and not long raised, the,

“Halo Son what's wrong?”

“Mom, I want to confide in the condition of Sheila.”

“Hah, what's with Mommy Son's son-in-law? It doesn't hurt, does it? You didn't torture, did you?”

“Ya is not Mom. But this late end of the day Syeila's emotions like going up and down Mom. Sometimes I like to wake up in the morning, sometimes ask for food, sometimes tell me to cook. Continues today he is called BK because of skipping class and jumping the school fence just to buy a Mom.” cimol

Over there, Mommy Meri who heard the narration of her son only mesam mesem alone, ahhh Mommy Meri had imagined, hmmmmm.

But all that ambyaaar when he heard Faishal's next narration, “What does Syeila need me to take to a psychiatrist huh Mom, given his emotions up and down?”

“What?” Mommy Meri's eyes are perfectly rounded.

“What did you say Son, take Sheila where?” Over there Mommy Meri's teeth are already struggling to wait for her son's answer.

And without sin Faishal repeated his words, “Bring to the psychiatrist Mom.”

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