Pariwanya Si Boru Panggoaran
psychiatrists

During the 60-minute lesson, the students seemed to calmly listen to their teacher's explanation.

"Children have a lesson today! Don't forget to do the PR. See you next week." The teacher leaves the school room.

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Defan arrived at Shaira's house 40 minutes ago. He has brought all his camera equipment to record Shaira's confession.

"Hello Shaira's sister, do you remember me?" defan said after sitting quietly in the living room at the Shaira family home.

Shaira looks like a dazed person. No response from him. Empty look. He was even afraid of Defan who was waiting for his answer.

Defan whispers to Shaira's father questioning the boy's condition. "Sir, why are the conditions dropping? Didn't you take her to a psychiatrist?" cecar Defan who feels strange with Shaira's attitude.

"We don't have the money to take him there sir. The last time I called the lawyer, his condition had improved. But after that, his condition worsened again. I'm afraid, sir!" lirih Shaira's father bowed.

"Take it to a psychiatrist, sir. I will handle the medical expenses later. Sorry, but our conversation last week was not recorded. My intention today is to ask for Shaira's sister's confession again and check her condition" said Defan frankly.

"It seems like you can't do that because Shaira forgot all about the day. Maybe that's one way he won't be reminded of that guy again." Shaira's father actually does not want to remember the cruel incident that happened to his son.

"How is this sir? Tomorrow the trial is already underway. While the last proof I need doesn't exist." Defan is getting dizzy because his expectations are not in accordance with the current reality.

"Try me to talk. Maybe he could respond," said the man.

Defan starts to say his sweet words again to persuade Shaira. He had been there for half an hour but Shaira did not open her voice.

Defan is getting pessimistic and almost giving up. He moved from his chair to the front of Shaira's house, stretching his hair from front to back to relax his increasingly frustrated mind.

Shaira was still pensive, still like a statue in her mother's lap. His mother also persuaded Shaira to open her voice. However, it was in vain, Shaira instead felt afraid of the presence of his lawyer.

After feeling calm, Defan again sat in the living room. He decides to take Shaira to a psychiatrist.

"Sir." Defan calls Shaira's father to ask him to speak.

The man approached Defan who looked frustrated. "Why sir?" The man stared fixedly at Defan's face even though his expression was so lethargic.

"We're going to a psychiatrist now! You don't have to think about the cost. We can't keep this up. Shaira's condition has been very concerning, "sorry Defan.

The man nodded in agreement to Defan's request. He also felt sorry for their daughter. His son's mentality is more important than the money he has to look for.

Defan leads the Shaira family out of the house. He opens the door to his car and leaves Shaira and her mother in the passenger seat. Shaira's father sits next to Defan.

He set his car gas, traveling at medium speed. One hospital of his choice not far from Shaira's house.

Shaira's mother carried the child, holding him in her cradle. Carrying until arriving in front of the doctor's room.

When Defan does the registration, there is no queue of other patients to see the psychiatrist. As a result, they are welcome to go directly into the room.

The psychiatrist begins to check on Shaira. Starting from the condition of his view, his voice to his movements.

"Dok, I need a confession from the kid. And it's indispensable for my trial tomorrow. Because that confession is the most important proof." Defan looked seriously at the doctor's face.

"But can it be today?" insist Defan while looking at the clock in his hand. Lucky still at 11 noon they arrived at the psychiatrist.

"I will try first sir. I'll have a conversation with the boy." The psikater passed by to Shaira.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I have to talk to Shaira." The psychiatrist bends down to be allowed to take Shaira to a room.

Shaira's mother nodded weakly, she removed the tiny body from her lap and pushed him towards the psychiatrist.

"Aunty first, little sister." The psikater held Shaira's hand gently. He steps small followed by Shaira towards the closed room.

There, the psychiatrist begins to give Shaira directions. He invited the little girl to talk, directing his gaze to start looking around. The empty-looking look began to fade.

From inside the room was seen his mother, his father and his lawyer waiting expectantly. "Who do you know?" The psikater pointed at the three people waiting for him expectantly and anxiously.

Shaira gave a small nod after catching the words of the psychiatrist. "Try mentioned dik," he added again.

"That's mom, that's dad. And another one ehmmm." Shaira was silent still researching the man.

"Did Shaira know?" chirps Psikater.

Shaira shook her head as she bowed. He did not remember the face of the man who was waiting for him with his parents.

"Well, it's okay. Now we remember what happened before, right? Has she ever felt anything scary?" timpal psikater it's full of soft tones.

Shaira gave a small nod, instantly her expression changed. His body trembled when he remembered the bitter events that had befallen him.

"Hiks... Hicks..." Shaira started crying. A clear thread fell on her tiny cheek.

Looks like Shaira has started to recall the incident. Luckily the artist had already set up the camera and recorded all his conversations with Shaira.

The camera in the room had two. One belongs to the psikater and the other one belongs to Defan. The two of them had planned it out for the good of Shaira.

"Quiet baby." Psychiatrists began wiping Shaira's wet cheeks with a tissue.

"Shaira wants a story?" the pitch was again full of soft tones.

Shaira nodded, she was already calm at the side of the psychiatrist. "But Shaira was afraid," she still sobbed.

"It's okay, baby. If Shaira tells us about the terrifying incident, we can give the perpetrator a severe punishment." The psychiatrist nodded with confidence. Staring at the beautiful bead of the eyes of Shaira so as to give it tranquility.

Soon, Shaira begins to tell the story in detail. He remembered every inch of his uncle's treatment. Nothing is forgotten in his memory.

For half an hour the psychiatrist kept talking to Shaira until all the topics Defan wanted were over.

"Saira's sister needs to be treated here first! Mom and Dad will accompany." The psychiatrist starts turning off the camera and tidying it up. From the moment he started talking to Shaira, the camera kept burning, standing firmly with its tripod refusals.

Now Shaira is starting to feel calm. After all the fear and what was in his heart was buried for a long time, only this time could he vanish.

"Thank you aunt" said Shaira with her innocent face. The crying no longer broke.