My Rich Husband's
The Part 80

It had been one day, yet Diora remained unconscious. The woman seemed comfortable in her subconscious. I don't know what made him reluctant to open his eyes.

Various ways Davis has done to make his wife wake up. He thought his wife deliberately did not wake up because it avoids him to not relate like a husband and wife. He even threatened to strip her if Diora did not wake up. But all of that didn't work.

Davis, George, and Gabby are in the room. The therapist was trying to communicate with Diora. Fortunately the therapist was a woman, so Davis was not so fussy as when the doctor yesterday.

Psychiatrist Sophie began to tap her fingers three times on Diora's shoulders. Whether what knowledge it has to make Diora who still closed her eyes can respond to all her questions.

“Hi, Diora,” greet Sophie.

“Who?” ask softly Diora.

“I'm Sophie, let's just say I'm your friend.”

“Oh .. hi, Sophie.”

“I want to help you heal, do you want?”

“I'm not sick, Sophie.”

“If you're not sick, then why don't you open your eyes?”

“Because my place is here, a cold and dark place.”

“Do you not like my current place?”

“Ya ... there is too bright and hot, I do not like.”

“Why don't you like it?”

“Because my papa says, my place is here ... in a small room there is no light and cold.”

Sophie stared at the three sitting with all those expressions, Gabby with her panicked face, Davis with her serious face, and George with his expressionless face. He smiled as he shook his head, a sign that there was indeed no desire from within Diora to wake up.

“I'll pay you anything, even if you ask for an island I'll give you, as long as you can wake him up,” Davis bargained.

“Diora.”

“Ya.”

“Can I ask?”

“Bby.”

“Why did your papa say that your place was there?”

“Entah.”

“Will you tell me what happened back then? I'll listen to you.”

“Do you promise you won't tell anyone?”

“Appointments.”

“Well ... I'm from Melbourne, since I was little I never met my mama, the last time I met her when I was maybe two, I don't remember, obviously I was very small .. Papa said that my mother was dead, but every night I always dreamed my mother was in the same room as I am today, alone, cold, cold, his eyes were blank, unkempt, and often tortured by someone. I was like an unexpected child in my family, my father remarried at that time to his secretary, a one-child widow ... since then, I was put in a cellar, he said my place was there .. I never got out of there, until I got used to it and was comfortable in the room.”

“You are not in school.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm not allowed to go to school.”

“Then, how did you get to Finland?”

“At that time I was ten years old, I was taken out by my papa and his wife .. I overheard a little of their conversation, that they would sell me, all of a sudden there were a lot of people blocking .. and I don't remember anything else after that .. I was in a different country than an old woman, she said she was my grandmother ... my grandmother said, my mother asked her to pick me up .. I guess, I thought my mother was still alive and I was going to meet her, but it wasn't, I live with him and go to school.”