The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 82: Confirmation ...?

Two weeks passed since the incident, Azzura began a routine consultation with a psychologist who had been recommended by Genta.

Although he could not accompany Azzura because of the demanding task of Genta, but the man still followed the girl's mental development.

Now it looks like the man is in the work room Fahmi Khairil the psychologist and his friend.

"PTSC." While giving a map containing an analysis report of her mental and mental condition of the girl.

Instantly, Genta's eyebrows knit together and grabbed the map that Fahmi had just placed on his desk.

"THE "PTSD? Meanin?"

Fahmi. "Yes. PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) or post-traumatic stress disorder is a mental disorder that arises after the sufferer recalls the traumatic event. One of them, yes it is, physical and verbal violence experienced by Azzura," explained Fahmi.

"In addition, PTSD sufferers also often remember events that traumatize them. In fact, the sufferer felt as if he was repeating the incident."

"Rememberment to the traumatic event is also often present in nightmares that make the sufferer emotionally depressed."

"What's the next solution? I mean, how do I get rid of the trauma that Azzura's been through?" ask Genta.

"Given that Azzura's case was Chronic Trauma, I chose psychotherapy and gave him medication."

"Genta, one of the factors that really affects the girl looks strong is her son and your daughter" Fahmi explained.

He sighed for a moment before continuing his sentence.

"Genta, to be honest, I salute the girl. Can you imagine for three years he fought his trauma even though it didn't completely go away? If other people are in his position, that person may have severe depression can even go crazy" continued Fahmi.

"Did she ever consult a psychologist before, other than yourself?"

"Earlier. Mr. Arham Yoga Prasetya, but it did not last long because he decided to move to this city" he concluded.

Hearing the name Yoga, immediately Genta looked up.

"You mean ... Nella's sister's yoga?"

"Yes. He is also an Academic Psychologist."

After that, a moment of silence.

"You seem to care so much about that girl? What was? Do you like it?" cecar Fahmi then chuckled and broke the silence.

"You think?" He put the map back on the table.

"Come .. if you're serious about him, what are you waiting for ... apply immediately," Fahmi proposed and teased him.

Genta was just unmoving but there was a faint smile on his lips. Feeling that he had been in the room long enough, he glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist.

"It was almost four in the afternoon" he murmured and moved from his seat. "Fahmi, I said to mushalla first and at once goodbye. Thank you, yeah."

"All right," said Fahmi.

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After finishing the Ashar prayer, Genta finally left the hospital. His current goal was to go straight to Azzura's house.

About an hour later he was driving, and finally he arrived at the girl's house.

Azzura who is currently in the living room with Ayya, Devan and bi Titin seems to be playing with the two boys.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said.

Hearing his distinctive heavy voice that they were so familiar with, Ayya and Devan stopped playing.

"Vaa'saikumsalam .. ayaaaah!" they both screamed and ran to him.

Nothing makes him happy but his arrival is always greeted with his two little angels plus a sincere smile from his beloved girl.

"Slow down, honey, you will fall" he said, crouching as he hugged the two.

"Mas, just arrived?"

"Actually since then, but I stopped by for a while at the hospital."

Instantly, Azzura's forehead shriveled and looked worried.

"Is it sick?" tanyakanya.

Genta just shook his head then commented a smile while holding his son.

He continued his steps towards the lounge.

After sitting on the sofa he again took off Devan.

"Darling, tomorrow I want to take you somewhere."

"Yeeeeaaaaaah," yelled at Ayya and Devan while jumping for joy.

The actions of the two of course made Genta and Azzura laugh.

"Where are you taking them? It's just the two of them. I wasn't invited? Very funny," he joked.

"Take dong, the time of his parents is not invited," he said with a meaningful smile. "Tomorrow weeks, so we go a lot," he continued.

"It looks like a picnic."

"More or less so," replied Genta ambiguously.

"What's the matter, with Mas Genta? Like guessing," Zu's mind while shaking his head.

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In the morning, he had already prepared a change of clothes for Devan and Ayya. As soon as everything is neat, bring the bag and put it on the sofa.

"Honey, it's okay, mommy followed. You guys go first with Oma and grandpa. Brother Ganenra and sister Novia also joined," said Zu.

"Yes, Mother" the two boys replied.

Not long after, Nadirah came to him with a smile.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready Oma!"

After that, Nadirah looked at Azzura while stroking his arm. Suddenly his heart felt sad.

"Well," he turned and looked down. "I'm sorry, if I'm not as perfect as other women."

Madam Nadirah hugged him. After knowing the reality of the girl's psychiatric condition, Nadirah ma'am unceasingly gave support.

"It's okay, honey. Keep fighting so that the trauma is immediately erased from your memory. Remember .. we are always with you" whispered Nadirah's mother and took off her arms.

"Thank you, Mah."

"Omaaaa, ayooo ..." Devan's voice at once cut off the sad feelings of the two.

"Zu, mama first yes. We'll wait for you there" said Nadirah and took Ayya and Devan to the car with bi Titin.

After they died, the house immediately became quiet. He went back to his room and got ready for going to the cake shop.

"Sorry .. should follow later. How else. Customer's birthday cake order should be finished before noon," he hissed.

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Upon arrival at the cake shop, he asked one of his employees to help him in the kitchen to speed up the time.

In order to eliminate the saturated taste, the two are seen chatting casually while processing the ingredients of the cake. Not infrequently the sound of laughter was heard.

After about an hour of fighting with the ingredients of the cake, finally the customer's order birthday cake was completed as well.

"Mira, the cake you put first in the storefront first huh. Later if the booking comes, directly taro in the box," the message.

"Ready, Ma'am."

By noon, as he was sitting at the cashier's desk, Genta approached him and greeted him.

"Zu."

The girl looked up and then smiled.

"Is the business all right?"

"Hmm .. let's go now" he asked.

"All right."

After the two say goodbye, Genta and Azzura leave the cake shop. A moment after sitting in the car seat, he glanced at Genta at a glance.

"Actually where's the picnic, Mas? What's far?" tanyakanya.

"Later you will know" he replied.

Again with an ambiguous answer according to Azzura of course. Because since yesterday afternoon Genta has not told him the location of his picnic at all.

"Alright, Mr. Genta Pramudya Dirgantara," he replied and chuckled.

His tumbens he mentioned my full name.

After half the journey, he again glanced at the man with a face filled with question marks. Until the vehicle stopped in one of the parking lots that he thought was very foreign to.

"Yuk," Genta asked with a smile.

Without much to say, he simply complies. "Is this a helicopter field?" his mind glanced at the man who was walking side by side with him.

And sure enough, shortly from the opposite direction the two were immediately greeted by the two men.

"Sir, the helicopter is ready" said the man in a loud voice typical of the TNI.

Genta only nodded then glanced at the girl who was currently standing beside him.

"Come on," he asked again with a smile.

"Mas." He held the man's arm with eyebrows that were clinging to each other.

"I know what you're thinking. But now I don't want to hear the word protest. I want to take a promise."

Again ... the man's stark speech further confused him.

"Billing promises ...?"

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