WEDDING (Not Just) IN BED

HOPE THAT ALMOST WORKS

"Mas, um...!! Mas, up! Don't sleep on the sidewalk."

Rahman opened his eyes slowly. A woman woke him up. Wake him up from his nightmares.

"Mas is having a problem? Come on in, this is my clinic. Incidentally, I am a specialist who specializes in liver problems" said Dr. Prita in a soft voice.

"Doctor's psychiatrist?" Doctor Prita nodded complete with a smile.

Psychiatrist. This is a Mental Medicine Specialist clinic. Could it be that the girl that I had been grooming was often medicated here? Because I saw his eyes look scared. Is....his soul was shaken by my savagery?

Rahman's tears continued to flow down his thin cheeks. He complied with Dr. Prita. Enter the clinic gate and sit in the cool room.

The doctor is good. Give her a glass of warm water and a mouth-watering piece of chocolate cake.

"If you don't want to tell a story, it's okay. Please sit down, or if you want to sleep is okay too! I accompanied the mas to calm down."

"Doctor!"

"Yes? Was the doctor treating a beautiful female patient with a white dres and knee-length sponge skirt?"

Doctor Prita looked at Rahman. A little tense up his face, but soon he was a fox with a relaxed face and a smile.

"My patient is a lot, my mom! Sorry, I'm not good at remembering!"

"I understand, the doctor is bound by the oath of appointment of a doctor who keeps true confidentiality of his patients. I really need the doctor's info!"

This man is an educated man. Not a reckless man who is depressed and lying on the sidewalk. Doctor Prita's heart murmurs.

"My name is Rahman Hidayat Soepono. I am 30 years old this year. I have a mental disorder because of my own behavior. And maybe I am one of the lucky ones. I'm not crazy. Just depressed and my life ruined can't see the future!"

"I am Prita Anggraeni Sp.KJ. Just call me Prita. I am 35 years old and have 2 children. Thank you, for your trust.take me to the discussion!"

Doctor Prita smiled looking at Rahman with a professional look.

Rahman breathed. Back sobbing considering the barbarity of himself a dozen years ago. When his teenage years are full of money and luxury. Surrounded by friends who are either sincere or either because of 'fulus'. He's still 'blind'. I cannot judge the true meaning of friendship.

Flowing past stories out of his lips. Which Dr. Prita digested with full attention.

"I found it doc! That was! It's likely that the girl just got out of this clinic!"

"Did you see it for yourself that the girl's really out of here?"

"Ti not really! But I am sure! Because the car is parked right in front of this clinic. I'm sure!"

"May the opinion of the mas contain the truth. And we're amini. Moga you will soon be found again! But, if I may be honest, my patient today is only 2 people. Men and women are. But the woman did not own a car and never rented a car to park right in front of my gate, because she could not drive."

Rahman stared blankly.

"I'm sorry if I threw away hope! I just want to think clearly and realistically. I don't want to give you false hope. You have to be healthy, in order to find the girl you are looking for to give your responsibilities to her! I just want to keep the spirit in the search without being accompanied by the inner pain of the mas that is getting deeper. Let us pray together. God brought you together. Isn't this progress? Was God allowed to see her again after all this time?"

"But it's true that girl! And she ran, dodged me so scared and got in the car, whoosh!"

"Who is the doctor's patient woman? May I know?"

"Sorry, mom! I can't open up her identity. This is my profession oath. Pardon me! But I can give you a little hope, I will contact you if my patient is here. At least, your meeting was not impressed!"

"Does the doctor have access or phone number?"

"Sorry so. I haven't had him since he changed his number 3 years ago. Since patient confidentiality is also my trust, I can't give you what you want!"

Rahman took a deep breath. Wiping his disheveled face. Makes Doctor Prita's heart full as well. But what power, he can't handle his patients. And worry that the info will be misused.

Although Rahman looks good and not like other depressed men in general, but the oath of allegiance to office still must be upheld if he does not want to risk losing the license to practice because something happened that he did not want.

Rahman. He gave Doctor Prita a card. And he had seen clearly Rahman's black card in his original Gucci wallet. Making Prita's doctor more convinced, if Rahman is not a random person.

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