Swan Cherophobia

Please Work Together, Moms_2

Nyindir Bang Tere Liye 😁

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In the afternoon, at the therapy center.

Ansa is welcome to enter one of the therapy rooms, escorted by one of the therapists. With the school uniform still attached to her body, the therapist began to mince words to her.

"Just got home from school?"

"Yes" said Ansa.

This therapy room has white walls and ceilings, accompanied by marble floors. Its height and width are about four meters. This room looks simple inside the building which actually has cutting-edge technology in the medical field.

In the white room, there are only two sofas in the middle of the room accompanied by a brown table. There was no window, only one temperature cooler in the room.

The therapist asked Ansa to sit on one of the sofas. He also immediately sat down on the sofa a bit away from the table.

"I'm Isqabel. Your name is Hansaria Hardiyata, right?" he said while smiling.

Isqabel's face looked just like Aunt Ning's. Maybe his age is not much different. His fingers were tapping the tablet on his lap.

"Yes. I'm Ansa."

Ansa is similar to other first-time patients to a therapy center. The nervousness still enveloped him.

Isqabel just tried to make the atmosphere relaxed in the white room. Although his young patient currently chooses silence, only makes a sound when asked by him.

"Okay, just go ahead." Isqabel began to focus on reading what she saw on the tablet.

"Hansaria, or Ansa. 14 Years old, Mandraguna Junior High School student, Hardiyata family's only child ...."

"Famous as a model, dancer, winner of the three great Olympics Mandraguna ..," continued Isqabel.

Ansa just kept quiet, hoping she could get rid of her phobia quickly. He leaned his back on the sofa, trying to make his body feel comfortable.

"Hubility, a phobia of happiness. Two years ago, I checked into a therapy center." Isqabel breathed.

"You often take sedative medications, because your phobia can make you think too much, and pass out. But ... a year ago you could control your phobia."

"Then now ... is there a problem that makes your phobia reappear?" ask Isqabel.

"Yes, my mother died right in front of me ...."

At night, the,

Ms. Liana threw the television remote, then roared. Get Jaro and Deniz out of the workspace. The two of them were suddenly very compact in terms of worrying about their mother.

Deniz and Jaro immediately lead his mother to sit back on the sofa in the family room. They both saw her mother's tears.

"What's wrong?" lirih Deniz's.

"Dad, Niz. The court has convicted Dad as the culprit. Huhuh." The mother's cry broke out in the arms of her eldest son.

Jaro feels tight. A few tears came, and she hugged her mother from behind. Deniz rubbed the arms of his mother and sister, praying that God could strengthen their hearts to accept the reality that happened.

At Ansa's house, by the way,

Dad held the shoulder of his only child who was sitting in front of the study table. He smiled at him. "Still learning?"

"Yes, Pa. What's up?" Ansa also smiled.

"What about the therapy center? Feel better, or is there something you still want to tell Papa?" ask dad.

"It's better, Pa. But I'm still confused. Stay at that school, or just move?"

Dad stared and pinched Ansa's cheek. "Just stay at that school. Papa is sure, the son of the school owner will not be able to bother you again. Because his father's been in jail for a few years."

Oh yeah? Ansa widens both her net. "That's what she's pushing, Pa?"

Dad nodded his head. "The father has ordered the court to settle the case, it does not need to be extended. Because all the evidence of his crimes has been revealed."

An hour later, though,

Mother was on her bed, accompanied by Jaro. "Your father didn't do it all, Ro. Mother, Iu—"

"Yes, Mom. Maybe we don't think this is fair. But if the court has already ruled that Dad was the culprit, what can we do?"

"We can still get Roro's son out of school. But with the gossip that hurt him."

"While I'm working, ma'am." Jaro rubbed his mother's arm.

"Mom will help you, Ro. Try the gossip you made, can support mom to influence the principal."

A few minutes later, my mother had fallen asleep on the bed with a batik bed. So Jaro slipped out of his mother's room.

Outside the room, he immediately stepped towards Deniz's room. "Mas," he whispered.

"Yes, comein!" answer Deniz.

After closing the door, Jaro stared intently at Deniz. "Where? Already happy because dad was in jail as the culprit? And also, you've got her son" he said.

"Well?!" Deniz stopped reading his novel and looked at Jaro.

"I'm not happy or sad. I'm confused, Ro. I know you're not wrong and you can't possibly dare kill Ansa's mother."

"For the gossip that is not true ... I was happy to know Ansa. He looks just like you. Clever, spoiled, brave. I'm glad to have two sisters like you guys ...."

"But when I found out that you're enemies now, I didn't know what to do. Maybe you feel devastated by events you shouldn't know. Now I'm still trying to find the real culprit, even though Dad's in jail." Deniz's eyes began to glaze over.

"I still believe in you two, especially you. My brother is always with me. I believe that you continued to accompany father at that time. I also believe in Ansa who is determined to blame father."

"The possibility that can happen is .. Maybe the father ordered the services of a hitman to finish off Roro's mom. Maybe ...." Deniz has finished talking.

Jaro just lowered his head, following his dripping tears. Sorry Mas. I'm still gonna get him out of school. By using Mas, his mind.

"Tomorrow, I want to investigate Orbifly at Ansa's house. Deniz is coming?" jaro.

"Oh, okay. Afternoon or evening?" reply Deniz.

"Night, let's go to his house. I'll ask Ansa for permission." Jaro immediately exited his brother's room, and quickly contacted Sari.

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