Talak After Shah

So Miss Alima's Patient

"Beautiful Patience, patience, you are a great woman, many women out there are fragile and choose a short way to end the problem, but you are not, you make your problem as your spirit, I appreciate it" said Miss Alima while continuing to rub my shoulders

"From your story, I can conclude that you are depressed and traumatized. I can capture from your fear of opening your heart to other men and depression because you have to always be okay, when in fact you really need strength"

"I will give you medicine and various treatments so that you can heal and not be traumatized again. But the most important thing here is your self's intention to heal and rise up"

I nodded at Miss Alima's explanation.

"Am I a depressed person?" ask me slowly

"Instantly yes, because you are faced with a situation where you have to be strong and tough, and also because you are burdened with great expectations, so that requires you to realize those expectations" answer Miss Alima

I was silent, I admit, my desire to realize my three children's dreams was the most important to me, so I did not care how my mental state

"Yes, since it is night, tomorrow we continue every night I will come to you, invite you to tell a story and do not have anything else that you cover up so that I know what treatment is suitable for me to give you" said Miss Alima while standing up

I put a smile on him. Miss Alima again stroked my shoulder

"It's been a good start. With you willing to tell me, the burden on your heart is a little less, and it'll be even better if everything you tell me"

I nodded my head.

Then I drove Miss Alima to the front door of the room, after Ms. Alima had walked some distance, then I closed the door and laid my body on the bed

I took a deep breath

"Yes Rabb, may my path of telling Miss Alima all my problems is not wrong" I said softly before closing my eyes

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Since that night, then Miss Alima will always come to my room, invite me to tell a story.

Various stories I tell him, ranging from my daily activities to my work.

If the question starts to get serious, then I realize that Miss Alima was treating me at the time.

Either because he is a good psychiatrist or I feel comfortable, so I am more flexible to tell all my experiences. Including about brother

"So until now you've been out of touch with that guy?" ask Miss Alima when I tell her about brother

I shook my head

"Didn't you love her anymore?" ask Miss Alima

I smiled shyly, while Miss Alima chuckled

"I must admit, if you are stubborn" said Miss Alima when her laughter stopped

"What if he's married?, it's been a long time since you've been with him, almost six years"

I was silent to Miss Alima's words

"Well, yeah, maybe your brother is married" my inner self

My face turned cloudy. Miss Alima again caught the change of beautiful mimicry.

"That means she still has love, even if it's covered with her past trauma" said Ms. Alima

"That means we're not fooled, miss" I replied

Miss Alima smiled towards Beautiful.

"That means your trauma is not acute" he replied

I frowned at me.

"You can still fall in love, and that's good" he continued

I smiled at Miss Alima.

"Tomorrow we'll go on again, okay?" heed

I nodded my head. After the death of Miss Alima I immediately opened my laptop, saw the photo of my brother that I saved there.

"Abang" I said as I touched the laptop screen.

There was a strange vibe as I stared at his picture.

O Rabb longing that I have longed for it is like scattering out of hiding.

I don't feel any clear grains running down my cheek.

I continue to open the photos, even repeatedly and stare closely at each photo that appears

My chest is getting crowded, I let myself cry. Crying because of my longing that ends in her.

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"Ummi, can you come with me to the hospital sometime?" miss Alima asked this morning as I and ummi prepared to leave for the office

Ummi seemed to be frowning.

"Week end ummi, so it does not interfere with his work" continued Miss Alima like understanding the confusion umminya

"For what?, weekend end time Beautiful break, yaa although it's just a term because the actions of your three princes who always force Indah to obey their will if the weekend end"

I smiled

"May ya mi, every Sunday only really" urged Miss Alima

"No mommy, Sunday is for us" cried young master Fadh who appeared from within

Ummi threw out a lazy face hearing his grandson's answer

"Well, did you hear yourself?!" answer ummi

"Only every sunday, honey" replied Miss Alima turning her body to face her second child who was ready to go to school

"No, no" he replied as he immediately shook his hand at mine

I put on a warm smile at young master Fadh

"Mother can't come with mommy!" he said it to me

"Ready sir!" I said while saluting him

"How about saturday?" say Miss Alima again

I looked at ummi

"All you are, the important thing is not to ask Beautiful to help you. Because we already have our own assistant" replied Ummi

Miss Alima immediately smiled with relief

After Mr. Farhad arrived, me and ummi immediately went to the office. Young master Fadh is still waiting for his other two brothers.

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"Well, you answered all the questions on this paper" said Ms. Alima as she handed me some sheets of paper

"Is this miss?" I answered when I received the paper

"your psychological test" he answered

I gawk

"Do you think this should be Miss?" much

Miss Alima nodded.

"Let's just be able to diagnose how severe your level of mental disorder is" he replied

I glared at my eyes in shock at Miss Alima's reply, but Miss Alima herself chuckled instead, then she left me and walked towards her seat.

I immediately answered the number of questions that are so many, many times my head back and forth so many questions that I have to answer

It took me almost two hours to answer all those questions. When I finished I handed the paper to Miss Alima again

Miss Alima scanned the paper I had given her for a moment, then she stood up and walked over to me

"We have therapy" he said

I just according. So I followed Miss Alima's steps walking into the first room. When we got there, there were some people who were doing therapy.

There they lay, and some sat. I saw the white space. I heard the sound of typical therapeutic music that is so syahdu

"You can stay here for a while, relax yourself" Ms. Alima told me

After calling a therapist to serve me, Miss Alima came out.

I lay down in the prepared place, trying to calm down and enjoy every direction from the therapist and enjoy the sound of the sound of music that is heard