Twice Married
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
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It seemed like Fatih's mood had turned out to be unpleasant at the moment. Meeting with Fahmi is certainly not his wish. In fact, she always prayed to be kept away from the figure of her ex-husband who is full of tempramental soul.
Ibra's right hand continued to hold Fatih's hand. Ibra looked over and looked at herself with a smile.
"Patience.sad." Such was the sentence he whispered in the wife's ear. Making Fatih faintly pull the corner of her lips to form the letter u, she slowly smiled back.
"How are you Fatih." Ask Dr. Feras
"Well Doc.." Reply Fatih smiled.
"A long time no control? Where the hell is that?" That's Dr. Sp. Soul, they must be able to build character and approach to all patients. Patients can be confident, safe and comfortable.
Dr. Fera is very familiar with Fatih. One of the patients he always remembered about his street and household story. But the funny thing is she does not know if the man she cared for before Fatih, namely Fahmi, her husband.
"This is the one that consulted, on behalf of Mr. Ibra?" The doctor looked towards a status that was not in his name.
"This is my husband Doc. But I also went for a consultation..." Said Fatih when he saw the doctor will start therapy.
The nurse then looks for the status files that are piling up to call the next patient.
"Mrs. Fatih Medina?" Ask the nurse when taking the medical records file on her behalf.
"Yes right, Sus." Ibra.
The nurse nodded and gave Fatih's medical record file to the doctor. "
"God willing, is married again?" Said Dr. Fera happy. "I didn't expect Mrs Fatih to be able to progress this fast---"
"Even now, my wife is pregnant Doc..." Ibra again made Doctor Fera geger.
"Masya Allah Tabarakallah, I am very happy to hear it..."
Ibra and Fatih smiled at the same time. Their hands clasping each other unwilling to let go.
Doctor Fera looked at his notes he had written in Ibra's medical records file several years ago.
"So you ever come to me for a consultation, too?" Dr. Fera looked back at Ibra.
"But it's been a long time, about 2 years ago consult here, why is it rare to control sir?" Ask Dr. Fera's back.
"I-yes Doc, sorry. I feel better already."
"Hum..." Doctor Fera started to nod. "Has this been completely off the drug?"
"Not Doc. I'm still atoning for the drugs that the doctor once gave me. I admit wrong Dok-"
Doctor Fera smiled. "It's okay. Let's tell him what he's feeling right now."
Ibra nodded and began to tell her how she felt. An enthusiastic look came from two of Doctor Fera's eyes listening to Ibra's woes, pressure and fear.
He answered and told honestly. This serves to make the soul of Ibra again excited and can be confident again. He needs the right people to always guide him and love him for who he is. All the fear he just spilled in front of Doctor Fera.
Fatih was surprised when her husband said that he was tormented with Fahmi's ultimatum and made her always afraid and the shadow always appeared to him. Fatih could not ask this internally with Ibra, as Ibra was still talking to Doctor Fera.
Half an hour passed, now the doctor has finished hypnotherapy Ibra.
"Take care of his wife..."
Ibra. Then Doctor Fera switched to therapy for Fatih. As with Ibra, Fatih must be able to bring out the contents of the heart, wedge and what makes him always restless.
"The mental illness of the Father and Mother can be called PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder, which is post-traumatic stress disorder. It's a pretty serious mental disorder. Involved by a fatal event or a major impact that makes a prolonged trauma."
It is immoral to treat Fahmi and Jihan to Fatih and Ibra. Making two souls just crumble and face a prolonged severe trauma. Thankfully Ibra and Fatih can be found and love becomes a bonus between them.
"So the point for Mom and Dad. Must be able to complement each other and accompany in any aspect. Let go of all problems with a calm and relaxed heart!"
"Forced discharge if the trauma comes back with existing beliefs. Father and Mother must be able to accept all the shortcomings of each. If you are strong and firm, God willing, the mental disorders that still exist, can gradually disappear."
Ibra and Fatih's faces expanded with smiles. They stared at each other and looked back at the doctor. Of course it never occurred to them, that the arranged marriage made by Ibu Hanum and Mama Tari had a lot of blessings.
"The art of worship, exercise Many go to places that make your mood good and take medicine regularly. The medicine I gave you should also be taken while pregnant, no problem.."
"Okay Doc, we'll try. And the new drugs we're going to take, Doc."
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Fatih and Ibra were seen sitting together on a bench in front of the Hospital Pharmaceutical Intalation. Waiting for their names to be called to get the medicine.
"Dam, I'll let you go home quickly. Ngantri nih in.gak know when kelar. I fear to the afternoon I return to the office.calm your snack tomorrow I bring, so yes dam. Okay bye bro!"
Tut's.
The phone connection between Ibra and Damar was cut off. He turned back to his wife.
"God, Mas. Our son..." Fatih continued to rub the ultrasound photos that he had just done a few hours ago at the Obstetrician Specialist after consulting with a Psychiatrician.
"You should be healthy always yes, if you want anything to tell me. Don't dip yourself-" Ibra stroked Fatih's flat stomach. "Look, I understand." She answered while rubbing her husband's cheek.
"Who will his son look like?"
"...Yes I dong. I'm his father!"
"But I'm the parent..." Fatih nosed her husband's nose.
That's how their joke sequence when wondering about the baby who just entered the age of 4 weeks. Make the world of Fatih and Ibra instantly change more blissfully in the hope of happiness.
"Mas, why didn't you tell me about Fahmi? Why are you covering this up all of me? He's just as insolent as you are, Mom!" Fatih grunting.
"That time I was afraid your love wasn't full to me, Fat."
Both of Fatih's eyes were rounded and widened.
"Because I was wrong with you at that time. I fatally mentioned Jihan's name when we wanted to hook up."
Ibra kept staring at his wife's two eyeballs. "But by Allah, you whom I love now-"
Fatih. "Yes, I believe. I feel it too."
"When did you start to love me?"
"Hmmm...." Ibra thought, he wanted to prank his wife.
"Since you've loved me..." Ibra laughs.
"That you are..." Fatih's face was flushed like a tomato. Seduced by her own husband, of course it feels very happy.
"Sometimes I'm afraid of you, I can marry Om-om.." Explosions of laughter just sticking out of the lips of this pregnant woman. She made her husband grunt slowly and then laugh.
"Add dong, om-om handsome that..."
Fatih laughed again, Ibra kept smiling seeing his wife happy like this. "I promise to make you heal.."
"You and I must heal!" Fatih rubbed back her stomach.
"Hemmm.dad's son." Ibra is stroking.
Then when they are cool to release love and affection. There was a voice calling out and quite stirred his heart.
"...Fatih!"
"Mommy..?"
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