
"Pull a deep breath, then exhale slowly, Bara. This is one way that you can recover from your trauma. Digging back those bad memories, even if they were very painful. But I'm sure you can get through it. Now take a deep breath" Khansa explained.
Monica lowered both her arms. Bara started doing what Khansa said. He did it several times until his chest felt a little relieved.
"About twenty years ago, me, my parents and my little sister were about to get some recreation. We waited a long time to get together, because mom and dad were so busy." Back to glass. His hands rubbed the rough of his two dewy eyes.
"But, when we stopped at the red light, we had a series of accidents. Our car was hit so hard by a container truck from behind, it was dragged a few meters forward and hit many cars. My body was thrown far out until it rolled on the road and hit the car from the opposite direction. After that I only felt pain all over my body, especially my head. Then it's all dark!"
Bara told it with a trembling voice. Resisting the pain in his head remembering all the bad memories that had been stored neatly in his mind.
Monica's body squeezed, her breathing gushed heavily. Twenty years ago he also saved a beautiful little toddler stuck in a car.
"Then what happened to you, Bara?" Although her throat was choked, Monica tried to let out her voice.
"I was adopted by the man who hit me, Auntie. Taken out of the country. While in college, I chose in Bali because my girlfriend also attended college there. Eight years ago, they broke off the family relationship with me, because I got into drugs when my boyfriend married another man. They all left me, who was really in a bad state." Bara smiled despite continuing to wipe away her rushing tears.
Monica grew increasingly powerless to hold back her cries. When Bara needed moral support they left him, just for the good name of the family. Oh, the chest tightness Monica imagined Bara's position at that time.
"But Aunt, I never thought. The little girl I used to defend when always bullied, humiliated and underrated her friends back then became the vanguard to defend me. Accompanying me at the worst of times and being at the lowest point until I'm out of rehab."
Khansa rubbed Bara's back slowly. He also endured the cries of hearing Bara's story, holding out a tissue to the man for not stopping his crying.
Emily used to tell me briefly about Bara. But hearing directly from Bara, Monica could not help but cry.
"Blood is indeed thicker than water, Bara," Monica said with a vibrating tone of voice.
"I mean Auntie?" tanya Bara doesn't understand.
Khansa also seemed to be linking her eyebrows together. His view turned to Monica who was increasingly sobbing. His hands were busy wiping away his tears as well as his snot. His eyes and nose were red.
"Are your biological parents General Darren Miller and Mrs Amoera Miller?" Monica raised both of her eyebrows with a slight smile on her quivering lips.
"How does Auntie know? The news from my adoptive parents, they were already dead at the time of the incident," Bara muttered softly but could still be heard by Monica.
Monica lowered her head, closing her mouth so as not to cry hysterically and scream. Then looked back at the confused looking man. His hand patted Bara's two shoulders, "Because you guys have an inner bond. Love each other and take care of each other. Mr and Mrs Miller, they are .. Emily's biological parents!" said Monica held her throat tight.
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