TOXIC: Story of Masha

The Part 16

"I understand now, why do I hate it?" ask Mike to Masha.

"You don't hate me, you love me, do you?" said Doni, mocking Mike.

"I always accompany him, take him wherever he wants to go, until his legs recover," continued Doni.

Mike shook his head, staring at Masha with my eyes, as if he did not accept Doni's words.

Masha gave a small laugh, looking at the behavior of Doni and Mike there, who looked still childish.

Means Doni is already a carrier who likes to help others, while Mike although looks indifferent, actually has a good heart, and cares for others.

Masha is not in the wrong place.

Not necessarily Masha can meet people like Doni and Mike, and Masha considers this to be luck.

Spontaneity alone, Masha then hugged the two young men together.

"Thank you very much. I wish you could love me, like how you two love each other" Masha said.

"of course. I'm not your boyfriend?!" whispered Doni.

Masha gave a small laugh, then released her embrace from the two young men.

Mike seems misbehaved, and barely wants to look at Masha, and only occasionally steals a glance.

"What's up Mike?" masha asked, without thinking.

Mike looked excited, and without saying anything, he opened one of the soda cans, and downed it a little.

Doni looks like he's laughing, looking at Mike there.

Masha then tidied up the leftovers that had not yet opened the package, and took them to the back of the place that looked like a mini kitchen, which had a sink, a small fridge, and a single furnace electric stove.

The rest of the food, put Masha in the fridge, and wash the spoon they used to eat earlier, before he returned to the front.

"Here...! Sit here!" take Doni, while patting the carpeted floor, interrupted between Doni and Mike.

Masha sat there leaning against the wall, and Doni grabbed Masha's shoulder, while the other hand was playing with Masha's hand.

"I think we can all be good friends. Because the three of us have the same past." said Doni.

"Doni! You don't have to talk about it anymore!" hatch Mike.

Masha was quite surprised by Doni's statement.

So, both Masha and Doni and Mike, have you ever felt like living with an abusive parent?

"You mean, you've also been bullied by your parents?" ask Masha to make sure.

"Yes" replied Doni.

"I've been beaten up by my father a lot, and Mike..." Doni had not finished his sentence, but Mike cut his words.

"Doni! Enough's enough!" mike said, which sounded angry.

"It's okay. It's all the past, isn't it?!" doni.

"Mike often hurt his mother" continued Doni.

Mike almost stood up from the floor where he was sitting, but Masha held his hand, and held him back to sit there.

"I want you to stay here with me...! Don't go anywhere!" masha said slowly.

Mike seems to want to obey Masha's request, then sit next to Masha again, while Masha still holds his hand.

"I don't want to talk about it... You know that, don't you, Doni?" ask Mike.

"Yes, I know... But, because I think we've experienced something similar. Maybe we can strengthen each other." replied Doni.

"More for Masha...

Frankly, I was worried that you might give up and try to kill yourself" said Doni, then showed a scar on his wrist.

"I've fallen at my lowest point... Don't let you imitate him" continued Doni.

Looking at the scar, Doni seems to have tried to sever his own veins.

"It's still sad that I can use drugs, rather than me just hurting my hand with nothing to do, other than leave pain," Doni continued.

Right said Doni.

Rumored complex mothers accused doni of being a drug user and dealer.

Means that gossip can all circulate, because of the scar on Doni's hand.

"You fool!" said Mike.

"You should have talked to me then, instead of trying to cut corners," Mike continued.

Masha took a deep breath, holding Doni and Mike's hands.

"Have you ever felt, suddenly your body trembling, with your eyes open, but you didn't see anything, you didn't even remember where you were?" ask Masha.

"Hmmm... Is that what happened to you this afternoon?" ask Mike.

"Yes. I have experienced it often. But, just now, I was able to experience it in front of people I just knew," said Masha.

"I've been a few times, when I was too scared, as if I was making a mistake" Doni said.

"That's how I feel. Earlier, I felt as if Mike was blaming me, because I was too careless" Masha said.

"I'm sorry... I was not intentionally. I don't know if you can feel that way" Mike said.

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault. I know you're well-intentioned, so that I don't get hurt for being careless. Just because of the excessive anxiety that appears suddenly, so I can experience it," said Masha.

Masha could feel that Mike was clasping his hand even tighter at this moment.

"What about you? Is there something disturbing?" ask Masha to Mike.

"I have trouble sleeping peacefully. Sometimes two to three days I don't sleep" Mike replied.

Masha looked at Mike who lowered his gaze, while still grasping Masha's hand which fused his fingers with Mike's hand.

"The last three months, I've been in therapy... It feels better, though sometimes I still have to be helped with medication, so I can fall asleep...

But, at least it's not as bad as previous times," continued Mike.

"So that's why you're suggesting I go to therapy?" ask Masha.

"Yes" answered Mike.

"Hmmm... Later, if it gets worse. Because right now, I feel like I'm still okay. Only certain moments, I can have a panic attack like that," said Masha.

This time, the atmosphere of the place became silent for some time.

"You know dominoes?" ask Doni.

"Slightly," answered Masha.

"Sleepy or not?" ask Doni again.

"Not yet" answered Masha.

"Would you like to play domino?" ask Doni.

"Ask my boss first, can I postpone my work" replied Masha.

Mike seemed to be laughing.

"How's Mike?" ask Doni.

"okay! The card still doesn't exist?" said Mike.

"Eh! I just remembered that the card I brought home," said Doni.

"We go buy it, take a walk for a while, will you?" ask Mike.

"okay! Maybe too, tuh!" answer Masha.

"Come on, we're getting out of here!" take Mike, then stand while still holding Masha's hand.