Altschmerz
MENTAL HEALTH (SPICIST)

A few months ago. Oma, Mama from my mother brought 1 family of her youngest sister named Hussein. We call him Opah Husein, and his wife Oma Gode with their 2 children Agus and Mbak Yu.

I don't understand why Omaku is willing to finance all their departure costs so as not to hesitate to pay cash rent paid in advance for the next 5 months. Isn't all the money Oma deliberately collected to increase the cost of Uncle Wawan's wedding if he is ready to get married?

Long story short, I finally know what the cause of the trigger from the incident until Om Husein did not hesitate to point sharp objects to my mother.

All because Om Husein and his wife did a Debt-debt deal on behalf of my mother. Well, Debt, a momentary happiness that can destroy all tranquility. Where the borrower is more wrathful than the collector.

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Omaku is named Liona, a native of the northern area of FK, an old woman with mature brown skin and wrinkles, a face that is very durable easily, so many think she is still in her 45s, the real age is 67 years. His figure is still so open to families who have insulted him. Well, that Opah Husein and her family. People who are so much bullshit and have a big mouth.

The first time I knew the trigger factor for the conflict was when my consciousness slowly began to return, and I unintentionally even heard some heavy conversations from Mom, Dad, Dad, and it was my omaku who was whispering near me.

" Mahs? Why is mom teledor? What are we paying for? My husband's salary is not enough to cover all this debt, our sales are not every time selling well, Mah... " Say my mother who whines to Oma.

" Mahs? Can't we go to the police? Let the police take care of everything... " My dad is giving advice.

Not finished with the first surprise, instead back in the second surprise that did not lose to make my mentality down.

" huh? A debt? The cops? Mother owe? But do what? " Belatin.

I heard Oma start crying.

" Hix... Mom's sorry about the two of you, but please don't report this to the police, she's Mama's youngest sister. Let Mamah advise him. Hix.. Hix.. " Omah is crying.

" Your?!! Mama didn't see? It almost killed me in front of my mom, my husband, and Alcherz!! Mom said not to report? Then this debt Mama again who wants to help pay?? " My mother's whispering voice sounded very emotional.

In a few moments, everyone no longer debated anything other than listening to Oma's crying voice. Can't stand to silence each other, my father also opened his voice.

" Mahs? I'll help Mamah pay off the debts of Mamah's sodara to Lunas, but please tell Wawan and also Lina and her husband to help. Now also gather everyone in this house, and we discuss it together. This is not a small debt. It's tens of millions, Mah.. We can catch him if he's waiting a long time. Moreover, this is Copration, the interest is quite large if you are late to pay. " Tell meekly my father's voice to his father-in-law.

My father was great, he could mediate between the Oma and my mother debates. After Dad argued, apparently there were no more voices that tried to argue other than the sound of the Hp button being used in a hurry.

" Hello? Lina's? Can you go to the house of the deck sister? There is a conflict to be discussed... Yeah, deck... Iyeah.. Take your husband on deck too.. Iyeah... Careful though... " The voice belongs to my mother.

" Hello, deck? A wan? Can you go to my sister's house now? Iyeah.. Oh you already know... Who told you? Oh about Jecki. Iyah earlier Om Jecki who helped Husband Sister to separate Om Hussein with sister. Brother is fine.. Tap-But.. Hikss. bang you from noon not yet conscious as well. Frustrated sister, afraid of sister why-not.. Hix.. Hix... Iyah.. You came here... Sorry to interrupt your break.. " Mother's voice shook violently as she started talking about me.

I'm rattled. What do adults really mean? A debt? How many? And why can't I move? Am I Paralysed?

It is free to ask a lot of questions to yourself who do not know the answer. It feels so strange, only this time I saw my family up to this. Urged up to the Fruation, and could only cry about everything that had happened.

As much as I can force myself to move or at least let my voice slip to everyone's ears.

" I.... Mother... "the sentence finally came off despite the struggle.

Everyone approached me, and the warm hands of the mother patted my cheeks. Because I can't return his calls anymore

Until a few hours later. When everyone has finished discussing and making a deal together. That's when I can open my eyes to choke on my own saliva.

" Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk! "

And, Dad. Normally feeling that my body was no longer numb, I cried while calling my mother's name. Everyone was relieved and wept, as if their fear had disappeared by looking at my consciousness.

I hugged my mother tightly, thinking of all the fears that had crossed my mind. It felt like joy, fear, and also relief.

" Mommy wasn't hurt?? " The first word I said.

She shook her head and kissed my whole face. His hands and body still felt trembling, apparently mother also felt mentally down.

" mother? I'm it's okay. Mom don't cry. I just wasn't powered earlier. "the sentence came out without having to neatly arrange it.

But something awkward, my left hand feels a little pain and pedis. And so I raised my hand to check. Strangely, there was one long tube stuck in my skin.

" What is this mother? " I said as I raised my infused hand.

" This, medicine, son. " Short answer my mother.

I watched carefully. This much liquid is true medicine huh? Am I not going to overdose? Kan Bu teacher said, consuming excessive drugs will have an impact on Overdose right?

I can only remember that day. The next day, my mother told me that I did not remember the incident anymore, and said Brother Akbar's father, Doctor Ichall said. This often happens to some people if they experience deep trauma, automatically either intentionally or accidentally, the brain will respond and bury the memories that attack the mental person.

But the memory will return if a person gets a shadow or trigger that can retract the buried memory.

This incident, told by my mother, when I was sitting in high school. Why that long? I don't know either. All I know. I used to dream the exact same strange dream that happened to my mother, and that's when she told me everything, as well as the behavior of Om Husein who could steal my mother's ID card in Oma's wallet to do the Lending-Borrowing transaction on several coprations which totaled 98 million.

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Well, it's great to get System support from my readers who continue to send happy comments, I'm so moved.

Thanks everyone. I'm going to finish this novel anyway, not long smpe in August already finished. I want to make a new story in the middle of August. Wkwkwkwk.

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