The Story of an Early Marriage

Dismantled A Psychologist

Three days passed since I was unconscious, three days of disappointment. Feby never showed me his nose.  The first day since that incident I arrived early at school, hoping to look closer at Feby, but he never showed up. The second day, the class was getting sore and empty without Feby, apparently he was sick. On the third day, the homeroom teacher invited 6 class representatives to visit Feby at his home. I'm one of them, this thing makes me a little excited, I'm not sure I want to meet Feby, as soon as possible.

At exactly 10:00 WIB, we finally went to Feby's house, I'm really happy with this. It turned out that there was a silver lining behind Feby's pain, I could know his house, the house of the woman who was always present in my dreams every day.

I took the initiative with my friends to go to Feby's house in my BMW, so I happened to not ride a motorcycle to school today.  I also invite all the friends who visit Feby's house to bring their own parcels with the money you took out of my own wallet.

The house was a large enough-sized European-style building with a fence that is quite high, when a man opened the fence visible in it a fairly spacious yard, which is quite large, luggage with several cars and jumbo-sized motorbikes.See from the look of his house reflects the family Feby quite located. I've guessed Feby lives in a palace like this. Although the palace is not as big as the palace of my parents.

After the homeroom teacher talked to Feby's mother, we were finally invited to go into Feby's room to see her condition. I was so excited to see that beautiful woman in a moment.

I was surprised to see Feby's pale face from a distance, my position at the very back made him yet to see my presence. Feby tried to smile a little and tried to sit down as the widow's mother greeted him. His movements were slow because his body was dominated by thugs, his hair was tangled, but did not reduce his beauty. I wish he'd looked at me, even though this ugly face was still behind the mask. He knows where I am.

"Cheal fast!" our walas said and then handed a large parcel to his parents Feby who was next to him.

"Thank you, ma'am" she replied quietly with a slight smile.

That smile made me crumple again, in an instant I felt like I was in a very beautiful place. I felt like I was flying high with an angel. That smile was more beautiful than any human smile I had seen before, even though he was in a fever.

"This is a group of friends who came to represent our classmates" said our walas again.

"There are Rianty, Wati, Rona, Saras, Dewi, Bidin, and Handsome,"

"Hi, Feby is healing fast huh," Rianty said as she handed the parcel in her hand to Feby.

Feby smiled accepting the parcel with thanks.

Then Wati's turn to hand over the parcel in her hand, followed by Rona, Saras and Dewi.

"Now it's the boys' turn to give the parcels" said Bidin.

Bidin gives a large enough parcel, the contents of a number of reading books that motivate and fill the free time of someone who is sick.

When it was my turn, I expected Feby to accept my gift as the best gift among my friends.

I stepped closer to Feby with the parcel in my hand, but was greeted by Feby's sharp, odd eyes. There was a glimmer of hatred sneaking from those eyes. Feby then walked away not caring about me.

I felt like the darkness over Feby's treatment, like the flickering of lights that suddenly went out while people were partying.The whole room was flabbergasted with a thousand questions each. What happened to Feby?

Feby's mother finally received the parcel, then looked at Feby who was silent in a thousand languages, sometimes her mother turned to me.

I thought back to my haughty, festering face\, could it be that Feby hated me for that. What a shame my fate. Not long after we returned home\, I stepped blankly with a feeling of being smashed to pieces. ***

After all the friends who visited me with Walas mother left I shed tears that I have been holding since then. At first I was happy with the arrival of my friends with the walas. However, the pleasure suddenly disappeared when I found out that Tampan was in the group. My heart for a moment was like a snare of coals. My emotions wanted me to express when Handsome actually dared to come to this house and step into my room after what she did to me. I want me to tear apart the gift that the perverted man gave her in front of him. But everything worked out I was redam.

I hurried to wipe away these tears when my mother came again to this room, this time mother was accompanied by someone. No idea who?

Why don't you tell me if there's a guest coming to visit me. I looked at my mother's face trying to find answers. But my mother doesn't care about me. I stared at the figure I didn't see, he also looked at me while removing a smile.

"Include Risma Handayani's mother, the right psychologist to consult your concerns" my mother said.

"Psychologist!" I got up from my sitting position on the bed.

I don't care about my body that feels heavy because of pain and tightness. I dragged my mother's hand away from the psychologist to the corner of my room.

"What's wrong?" I asked my mother half a whisper.

"Why do you bring all psychologists, you think I'm mentally ill" I whispered into my mother's ear.

"Mom saw something strange earlier when your teacher and friends came from school, I think something is wrong with you and one of your boy friends," my mother replied, whispering more.

"Well," I patted the panicked eyed, the psychologist could expose what was happening between me handsomely, and this disgrace became family consumption.

I regret my treatment of handsome, it should not have happened because it will be a question of many people, including my family and friends.

"Mother fear between you and the man has happened a thing that can take your future," said my mother while heading to the psychologist.

The mother whispered to the psychologist, with a serious nod.

The psychologist stared at me, watched my body from head to toe, then surveyed my room as a whole.

"Feby, you have to understand an event not to be precipitated and regretted, but to be revealed and to learn it in order to be a learning for many people,"

The psychologist began to speak softly, but in my ears remained like the sound of thousands of stones dropped on the zinc of a chicken farm, deafening the eardrum.

"Looking at your current appearance, and observing your physique and around you, I'm sure something bad has happened to you" the psychologist continued.

"I'm disheveled because I'm sick, ma'am," I argue.

　

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