Honey Contract My Husband
Part 31's. People with Bipolar

In the deserted hospital cafeteria near noon, Narendra sat opposite Cliantha. The milk ice coffee ordered by the man looks fresh as it flows down the throat hoping to refresh his mind as well as dark because since morning is presented with a grim face from the wife who is not friendly at all.

The woman crossed her hands on her chest, before Cliantha rarely sulked like that to her husband.

"It's not good for a wife to show a sour face to her husband, dear," said Narendra pinching Cliantha's chin.

"Mas that makes me upset, why am I the one who is said to be bad? No introspection," said Cliantha with annoyance though as much as possible not to raise the tone of speech or voice that sucks like a child who whines for snacks. He realized that he was an adult, but there was no harm if this time he also deserved to be angry because he felt ignored.

"All right, I'm sorry. Wh why? What's wrong with you so you haven't spoken at all since this morning?" Narendra asked while persuading his sulking wife.

"Lazy talk because the last time I asked, you didn't answer" Cliantha said without a smile as usual.

One sip of black coffee started Narendra to say, "What does it mean?"

"What are Mas and Jihan keeping from me? Why did Jihan say that 'it' was your secret. Can't I know?"

Narendra laughed, for some reason he felt intrigued to see the wife sulking like that. In his mind, he just kept saying 'tumben' every time Cliantha spoke in a spoiled voice and whined a little. True said his father-in-law, no matter how mature Cliantha, he was still a spoiled child who was often called Cia by those closest to him.

"Yes, it's because there's something we have to keep secret," Narendra replied, leaving Cliantha dissatisfied with her answer.

"Including hiding it from me? It's not fair at all" said Cliantha, who made her lips even more pouty and now turned her face away.

"Haha. So, like this. Jihan has something in common with me, something she thinks should be kept secret and I've done it a long time ago" Narendra said.

Without demanding more explanation, Cliantha already knew where the conversation was headed. He's one of those people who knows what Narendra's secret was in his past.

Then Cliantha shook her head in disbelief, "That's impossible" said her lips as she looked straight at her husband's eyes. However, Narendra still nodded, "That's right, dear. You may have heard my past stories from Mother, Mama, or others. Me and Jihan, we're going through something similar."

Ten years ago.

A man in his early twenties, he stood occasionally stretching out his hands on the edge of an overpass that was crowded vehicles passing in the afternoon which was quite heavy traffic at that time. With tears breaking, he had long resisted that feeling and harbored it alone.

However, at that time he could no longer resist and resist the feeling that had long ago prompted him to do the same. The only desire that stirred up whenever he remembered his longing for the mother.

Die. One word kept spinning in his head as he felt the world was no longer of any use, the world was no place to stand, and as he felt he no longer had any hope of living.

It was there that he was now, standing tall without trembling and determined to end it all after the count of three had begun.

He's ready to jump free from fly over.

At the same time, all television stations and leaflets posted along the street and public displays of news of the loss had spread throughout the city. Families who feel the loss of their sons are not afraid to continue to search and search for the whereabouts of the son who has disappeared a few days ago and is known to be in a mental state that is unstable.

The young man had already closed his eyes, he stretched his grip on the iron pipe behind him. He was ready to take himself down and leave his all-worthless world.

"Mother, if Mother is not there I can what? Why is it so hard to meet? If when we meet, I always see Mother with tears, I can no longer. I'd rather die and end all my troubles in this world. Mother is sad because of my birth in this world, if I had never existed, then Mother would never be sad. Goodbye, 1..2.." said the young man counting down his own fate.

However, by the count of three when he was ready to take off all the weight of his body, his count paused as someone was shouting his name behind his body.

"Narendra! Narendra, stop! Don't move, son!"

"Mother?" young Lirih Narendra looked back and did not launch his body from the overpass.

"At that time Mother Nabilah came. If only Mother had not come, I might have already.." said Narendra at the end of the story. However, she had to stop before finishing her sentence because at that time Cliantha had already risen and hugged her husband's body.

"Mas, don't go on. That's enough" said Cliantha who did not want to hear more about her husband's horrible past.

Narendra pulled the woman's body, asking her to look at each other and channel her trust. "I've recovered thanks to you, honey. After marrying you, I can be free from those drugs. Because of you, I feel I have hope for the spirit of life. My world feels precious and I have a bright future when you are by my side" Narendra said, caressing his first wife's cheek.

Cliantha nodded, "I will always be by your side, alive to my death."

"Then, the word death was not something I feared, it was my hope. There are many ways to realize the desire to die. Right now, that was what Jihan felt. He experienced what I felt first. He has bipolar and has to deal with drugs" Narendra said.

Cliantha nodded, "I've never known about this illness on Jihan before. Is he also able to recover and recover?"

"That's what I want to work on. Because for those of us who have bipolar, death is something that is always thought of when being confused and experiencing mental decline. I hope we can help Jihan recover from her condition and get off the drugs" Narendra said.

Seriate...