Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Staying together.
By morning, it was already the second day since Shirleen was treated, she was already allowed to go home.
Jason has decided to stay in his girlfriend's apartment, until Shirleen gives birth. He didn't want to miss anything if something happened to Shirleen.
"You're serious By... What do people say later ?" Shirleen was still hesitant if it was true that her lover wanted to stay together, even though Jason had stayed several times and even slept with her , but he still knew the limits, but he still knew the limits, what people say later instead of this that let me gather kebo. And unfortunately this is +62, this kind of thing is not the custom of their citizens.
"I don't care"
Arogan, well who would dare to oppose his will.
Well Young Master, yes I admit the ruler, you are great, very satisfied you yaa.
Shirleen was furious, her boyfriend really liked her.
The days they went by were normal, the morning Shirleen still made breakfast, even though Jason had banned it.
Though Jason had hired a maid who would come in the morning, and came home when it was late afternoon, but said Shirleen wanted to spoil her lover's stomach with her cooking. Isn't that very attentive.
Jason went to school, the day went straight to the office, he just came home at night, that's the routine of those who already like to have a legitimate bond.
Unbeknownst to Shirleen, Jason had also installed a cctv in Shirleen's room, only to be hidden, so Shirleen was unaware of it. He did not want the same thing to happen a second time.
The closeness of the two accustomed them to be as close as interdependence, living together often makes them seem to forget for a moment that they are not yet legitimate, Jason really learned to be like a husband and responsible parents.
In a simple house, the two women were having a conversation.
"A package came to me, I opened it and it turned out to be a videotape, I played it and it was..." Riska paused, he was confused about how to explain it, because the real incident is not like that.
"It's okay if you're not ready, but you better prepare yourself, this needs to be done" Clara rubbed her patient's arm gently.
Riska looked up, she was eager to tell the details of the actual incident, but she was afraid, she did not dare, Jason's threat really still filled her brain.
He took a deep breath, then exhaled, well repeatedly.
"I'm ready !" sama later.
"Alright, continue"
"At first it was normal, I was also confused what this recording was, I saw the package did not include the name of the sender, I had a chance to think whether this was intended for Mas Rendi, but from whom" he explained with a peppered lie. He decided to cover up the real events, but still with his goal of telling the trauma he is currently experiencing.
"Then, then to the part where it turns out my husband is acting, he makes out even crazy with my own brother-in-law"
"I thought it was about seven or eight months ago before my brother-in-law got sick, they betrayed me"
Clara is still listening.
"I tried to turn off the tape, but somehow it couldn't be turned off, the sound was so clear that I didn't see the vidion"
"Can I ?" clara asked, he began to find a strangeness.
"I don't know either, but I really don't lie" Riska said, forgetting that the person she's dealing with is now a psychologist, a little bit sure to know body language.
Clara was more and more convinced, what her patient was telling her was really strange, where there might be such a thing, a recording that could not be turned off, which is true. But he tried to listen to the continuation, he nodded as if he understood.
"Continue.." said Clara.
"And those voices keep haunting me"
"They did it, they betrayed me"
Clara is confused, here she can conclude that maybe her patient is a little hiding something from her, seen from her face, the story of her patient who is haunted by the voices of her husband's infidelity seems to be true, it seems true, he could see the fear of Riska who was not playing games.
He'll try to help.
"Then ?"
"I, I want to reduce this trauma, I hope those voices can be lost, can you help me ?"
"I'll try" Clara noted and recorded all of her patient's explanations and complaints.
He then gave some candy in a glass bottle container.
"You need to tell me more details, more openly, I'm glad to be able to help you"
He looked at Riska.
"And eat this every night before you go to sleep, or when you start hearing that sound, it will help calm you down, ease your trauma" Clara said.
Here he has not fully entered the patient story, he feels his patient is still a little closed, later he will be closer again. Maybe after the third meeting later, he will try to pry information about what really happened, frankly he felt strange.
The meeting this time was enough to get here, Riska's face only he saw was very depressed, he did not want to add to the burden by forcing his patients to tell stories.
She can feel her patients as threatened so that she covers up the real events, she sure is not like that, even though it is true that her husband cheated.
Well maybe, who knows household problems are sometimes so complicated.
Riska said goodbye, he was a little relieved even though the heavy burden seemed reluctant to leave him.
Whether this decision is right, he only consults, there is no harm.
"Risk...?" someone called him when he got out of Clara's house.
Riska refused to turn her head, everything that happened to her, traumatized her.
"Riska.." The call felt closer, but he still did not answer.
"Riska.." a hand held his arm, he who was closing his eyes reflexively shouted hysterically.
"Aaaaaaa" a cry that could potentially summon nearby residents, Rendi quickly smothered Riska's mouth with her hands.
And Riska also managed to become more and more frightened.
He did not dare to open his eyes, suddenly the flash of his abduction was automatically replayed.
One minute, two minutes went by, nothing happened, it was dark like that, but now he was closed and he was sure he was still conscious.
Slowly he opened his eyes. He saw the man he hated so much and loved.
"Mas Rendi's..."
"Riska, what are you doing here ?" asked Rendi, he was deliberately following his wife, he wanted to know what the wife did, if he could find the cause of her divorce, who had the original vidio, he himself has no property rights even though he has a copyright.
"It's none of your business" replied Riska Ketus.
"My husband, you're still my wife, there's no word of talaq from me, you're still my wife, understand" Rendi started bringing in religious law, she really didn't want to part with Riska.
"Wife, hahaha" Riska chuckled loudly, "It's funny that Mas, Mas still considers me a wife after all that Mas did, unfortunately I'm no longer willing to be your wife anymore" steadily Riska said.
"Risc... Riska hey listen Mas, remember Tiara, remember our son, he still needs us both"
"No, Tiara doesn't need parents like you Mas"
"Riska, rest assured I've never cheated"
"Hahahaha, it's Mas, admit it, I've received despite the pain" Riska was about to leave.
Never cheated, heh you crocodile.
"Wait for Riska" holding Riska's hand. Rendi looked suspiciously at his wife "Whose house is this ?"
While Riska panicked, she did not want her husband to know that he had just finished consulting a psychologist, lucky Clara's house like the house of people in general, there was nothing to indicate he opened the practice at home.
"It's none of your business" Riska threw out her husband's handrails, she hated the situation.
"Have I told you you're still my business Riska, whose house is this ?" Jerky Joints.
Riska was silent, no. This was not what she wanted.
But the look of her husband left her with no other choice. Should he say it, should he say he was almost crazy at the moment. Should.
"Riska, I asked once again, whose house is this ?" Rendi began to burn with jealousy, as if she had not realized it was her who started everything.
Across the street, in front of Clara's house the two couples who were almost divorced looked at each other, Rendi stared suspiciously while Riska floated her full gaze of hatred.
"If you really want to know, please come in and ask me who the occupants of this house are, let you be satisfied to have done all this to me Mas, please, please come in and ask !" After saying that, Riska passed away.
Just by looking at her husband's face, she felt both hatred and pain. Well it hurt so much, even more than regret, her husband instead gave up and denied the reality, and again casually accused her of having an affair, heh did not hear wrong.
Then how about him who is tempted *****, so that he does not know the shame of doing illegal things.
Please Mas, please laugh to see this almost crazy me. Congratulations you've managed to make me destroyed.
Seriate...
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