Self Healing
Episode 8 Visit

There's something to hide, but if it hurts life. After all, for what, a singer also tells his burden through songs.

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At 2 o'clock more rain has not seen any signs of red, it even sounds more rumbling, the wind is no longer just passing, but continues to bring a circle of rain water as it pleases.

Nature seemed to know the state of Naziya, the sky seemed to understand his injuries. Naziya was still crying, he still looked down not daring to show his face.

"Honey," called Bu Rina, she stroked the shoulder of her student and a feeling of pity arose.

Naziya did not reply, still standing up he hugged Bu Rina suddenly.

"Arrrgggghhhhhhhh. "spilled already, no longer crying Naziya yelled with a disappointed voice so heavy.

"I want to die, I want to be with you. I want him, I'm tired of thinking on, and keep thinking on without certainty." the mess is in Miss Rina's arms.

For a few minutes he let the Nazis embrace and spill all his disorder without interjecting.

Ms. Rina brought Naziya to sit on the long bench that was available next to her desk. Isakan Naziya was still left, he let go of the embrace. After that he raised his face, clearly his face looked tired. Even the slightly black eye bags look like panda eyes, the nose is red and the eyes are still slightly watery. Miss Lina smiled, she held her hand.

"But I'm looking for a cloth first, your clothes are so wet." Naziya shook his head he was reluctant to let go of the hand of Bu Rina.

Ms. Rina let out a heavy sigh, she approached and re-embraced the Nazis. Now not just a student and teacher, Naziya felt that Bu Rina was holding her like a child to her mother.

"Nazisya's mother is tired" she was weak.

"Mother from the beginning will never force you to share, just mom reprimanding how? Dear your education," he replied.

The Nazis briefly looked at Ms. Rina and then she drowned her head again in the recesses of Ms. Rina's neck.

"Does this have anything to do with Mr. Hartono?" Naziya did not reply, instead erasing the trace of her tears he now sat straight facing Bu Rina.

The Nazis closed their eyes, beginning to recall perfectly all doubtful memories for the past week.

That day, when she was seven years old, her mother took a walk to the city park. All this time, Naziya never knew what his father was like, so, although the Nazis were happy his mother kept the wound, he was very happy, there was another hunch that said there would be bad things happening to him but he did not want to disturb, before leaving he said to his mother.

"Why am I so afraid to go, but seeing the joyful Nazis I can't bear to cancel it. Moreover, he has really qualified to be the class champion this semester," he complained to make his mother's heart was not calm.

"Have never reneged on a promise there go," his mother answered half-heartedly.

"Mundaa come on, ko was daydreaming. Grandma's coming, right?" he ran, tugging at his mother's hand.

"Darling how-" the remark was cut off by his mother.

"True shakila, your son is impatient. There go! You are almost busy working, there is no time for him, right? This is his request when the semester arrives.

"Yeyy walks." exclaimed with excitement. Although just the streets that use the legs as a means of transportation does not make Nazis complain cape wanted to ride a vehicle passing by. They also arrived at the park. The distance between Nazi homes to the park is about 1 KM.

"Mother flowers are beautiful yes" pointed out Naziya.

Shakila smiled faintly. While in the park Naziya not silent, he went around. His liveliness and crisp laughter, not a little inviting people's smiles.

"Such a beautiful brood, beware of falling." the words were answered by a nod by his mother, who was reprimanded even relaxed.

"My life is broken and confused, I want to die this time. But please don't get in my way, I want to go catch up with mom there. Dad doesn't love me anymore. He was always yelling at me" a little boy who spoke to an adult who was on equal footing with his body. The adult was seen crying, she tried to grab hold of him, but many times he brushed aside, the Nazis were disturbed by his screaming voice, the Nazis decided to look for the direction of the voice.

His mother took a break for a moment. "Don't go far, dear, you're tired" Shakila shouted. The Nazis didn't bully, until he found them and approached them.

"He why aunt?" Naziya asked with a child. Shakila saw that, fear assaulted her. When he was about to approach someone smother him along with an accident so that the Nazis had difficulty. Earlier, her mother's screams were heard so she paused herself to wait for a reply back.

"Naziyaaaa.." disappeared.

"Bundaaa. "he shouted across the road, from a different direction the car was speeding.

Brukk .. Naziya bounced, his head was bleeding a lot. Like a dream, and not remembering anything else after that incident, but why is he now in a room. The walls are painted with her favorite color, navy blue combined with pink. Beside his bed was a table next to his closet, and near the jedela a few steps from the bed he had a study table. The Nazis wake up looking for people.

"Ceklekk.." The sound of the door opening.

There stood a smiling person facing towards him, walking over, Naziya gave a place.

"Are you better?" ask him gently. Naziya still did not reply, he just stared at her.

"It's daddy baby, call dad dad yeah," he said again.

His life changed, not remembering anything but being paid for with the affection he always longed for today. Little children who do not know anything, can only live without complaints let alone life offered much better. Naziya thought, no mother figure or anything else. There was only him and someone who told him to call dad. Turns out wrong, he swept his Nazi into the living room.

"Down yuk, mamah same brother there adek also waiting" he said softly

Naziya nurut, in his arms Naziya feel comfortable.

"Hi honey, it's the same mamah" she smiled.

"Tea Naziya, play yuk." All went well, up to where when the Nazis were one year on one roof with them.

"Mas, until now I have accepted him. Your son, the son of the woman you love the most, but at least you can love me back as a wife, not just as the mother of your children." every now and then the Nazis cried and the throws were heard.

Naziya, who was 9 years old, did not understand but his memory was very strong. Nadila who said her brother was 2 years old, with Naziya. He understood a little but not really, it's just that when he saw a small commotion like that involuntarily he likes to put the heart of annoyance, ended up doing Naziya sometimes to cry, which defended certainly Naziya, but, they were busy breaking up and the commotion was not continued.

"Had it been, my father was. "stalled when his Nazi cries were heard by him.

"Sister! It was mine. " Nadila was getting more and more involved. The rebuke came, always ending up scolding Nadila and her Nazis who carried her away in her arms. Nadila's heart ached to see it, but it was better than having to see the commotion mamah and her father who always ended with the cry of the mama.