After Wedding (Panji And Echa)
CHAPTER 63

A Few Hours Before

"Mr?"

Ayla was standing in front of the police station. Testifying what he experienced. But when he got there he felt bad. Fear for fear continued to plague his soul. Ayla's hands were sweating coldly. Instantly he forced confidence into it.

"Bak if you're not ready is okay. Next time ..."

"I'm ready, Rahma. It's a responsibility to be here. Let's go in. Here's what I can do about what Mom did. I do this also on my own consciousness."

Ayla and Rahma break into the police station. Rahma still looked on Ayla with compassion. In view, the girl beside him was still depressed. He had heard from Fadlan that Ayla was still undergoing trauma therapy. Due to the case in the home first.

"Mbak sure? if there's anything in common, Fadlan could be mad at me." Rahma is still trying to convince Ayla.

Ayla doesn't care about Rahma's babbling. Without waiting for him to get to the place to make a case report. A policeman invited Ayla to sit down. Now he's dealing with the police.

"Can I help you, Mom?" ask the police officer.

"I ...." Ayla clasped tightly onto the end of her clothes. His hands were trembling. Again he fought his fear.

"I ..." Rahma's hand clasped Ayla's fingers tightly. As if asking not to continue if not strong. "Mr ..." Ayla just nodded with a smile.

"I want to make a report for the Typhoon sisters' case." Ayla's voice sounded heavy.

"Oh, in whose name?"

"I'm Mikayla Hidayati, I'm a victim of abuse by Afan's brother. I know that what happened to the two of us was a trap from Ms. Ismi, my biological mother. Brother Afan did harass me. But he didn't take my honor.

And I. .. would like to withdraw the lawsuit against the brother of Typhoon." Rahma turned back to Ayla. Ayla's head bowed. His hands keep playing. Rahma guessed there was nervousness experienced by Ayla.

When someone experiences sexual violence, it can cause a very deep trauma, especially in children and adolescents. The level of post-traumatic stress disorder varies, depending on how severe the incident affects the psychological condition of the victim.

If after the event, there is no support given to the victim or do not get the right psychological therapy, then the victim can experience prolonged trauma known as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

"OK, I'll tell the lawyer brother Afan. Is your desire to withdraw the lawsuit no coercion from the other party?"

"Ti .. dak, sir." said Ayla stammering.

"Convinced of your decision?"

"Yes ... Kin, sir." Ayla's chest is racing. It felt like they were racing for speed. Sweat ran down the girl's face.

"Mom!" Ayla only heard Rahma's scream. The rest he doesn't know anymore.

On the other hand, Fadlan ran down the hospital hallway to where Ayla was being treated.

Because there was an emergency patient he couldn't leave behind. Not long ago she got a call from Rahma about Ayla's condition. Of course he was very worried about Ayla's situation.

"What did you do to Ayla, Rahma!" Fadlan was so angry that they knew they were from the police station.

"Oh, Yes. No way! you must have talked about it until he was like that. I told you not to involve Ayla in Afan's business. He's suffered enough with this problem and you've come to be a hero?"

Rahma just lowered her head. Like a child who is angry with his father. He hasn't gotten off the sidelines to answer Fadlan's questions. Seeing that young man was very emotional to him.

"Yes, I was wrong. Forgive me." said Rahma.

"From now on don't tell Ayla about Afan. Want sad news or happy news has nothing to do with Ayla. For Ayla, Afan was a disaster for her. I beg you very much, please all of you who are related to Afan do not appear in front of Ayla." Fadlan prostrates at Rahma's feet.

"Now I ask you to leave. Before my patience runs out." Fadlan then sighed.

"Thank you, doctor. I'm sorry for what Ayla's been through. There is no thought to make him like this." said Rahma in a soft voice.

"For the last time I asked. Don't you ever see Ayla. If there's any business with Ayla meet me as her guardian." Rahma has no intention of retaliating against Fadlan. It's free to talk to people who are hot.

"I emphasize one thing, Ayla and I are getting married. So don't put Afan again in our relationship. Understand!"

After Rahma's death, Fadlan lands a kiss on Ayla's forehead. Arguing this he's on that girl. His decision to fight Ayla is getting stronger. She doesn't want Ayla to know Afan anymore or the man's family.

"You know, Ay. Afan is critical now. And maybe that's karma for him. And I'll make you forget about Afan."

"How are things, Ayla?" ask Fadlan to the doctor. Because Ayla's in another hospital. Not his workplace.

"Who are you patient?"

"I'm his guardian, Doc." said Fadlan steady.

"Oh, Sir. The patient has a hot fever. With a body temperature of 39 degrees Celsius. For this body temperature is very high. If it can be treated first until the condition allows. I'll give you the prescription."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Just look at your uniform like our profession is not much different. You're a doctor too?"

"Yes, I'm still an honorary doctor, doc."

After chatting due to his fellow profession, Fadlan went back into Ayla's nursery. The young girl was still sleeping beautifully. Ayla's yellow face is still beautiful even without makeup. Indeed, since the first Ayla rarely swept with the world of skincare.

As time went on, the sky was already rolling from a yellowish to a pitch-black light. There was only a crescent moon that illuminated the night god. The young man was standing near the entrance. It just so happens that the room is close to the exit.

From inside the ward, his eyes opened slowly. His head felt heavy, trying to guess where he was now. More surprised the head cover is not used. He was looking for his hijab. "Who took off my hijab?" inner Ayla.

"Away awake?" the baritone voice greeted him.

"Fad, did you take off my hijab? sassy you, Fad. My mother never tried to let go of mine."

"Sorry, you were wet. I had to open. You haven't been hijab I've seen your head. Why should I be afraid? We also had a bath together when we were kids."

"That's different, Dad. You shouldn't talk like that. Sort of guys aren't directed." Ayla protested.