Self Healing
Episode 9 of the Khitbah

Everyone must have problems, with tests that sometimes make them almost lose heart, become uncontrollable savage, or train the heart by being a valuable person by sincerely accepting. 

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   The day is still the same, the moon continues to change until the sun will not rise again or change places.

The day was chaotic, his Nazi father was not home. Nadila was angry it was unclear he continued to grab the Nazis. Mayassah was confused, half her heart seeing it was satisfied.

"Sick Kak, freelin." at that time his father who came without telling first saw everything was confused.

"Nadila!!" a tinge of anger was imprinted in his face. "A-ya-h," Nadila stammered. Naziya immediately ran towards him, she hugged her father.

"Naziya does not want to stay with brother, mother and sister again. Dad left them nyuekin me, and brother just grabbed me, just accidentally hit him."

That day Nadila was really not as usual, her father slapped Nadila. "Plac.... "

"He's your brother, not a doll!" her tears were shed that very moment.

She cried and Mayassah approached and carried her in her arms.

"I admit I was wrong, but like this you treat children\-kids, let them hurt each other, especially the Nazis who did hurt? You're happy" he whispered.

Mayassah did not say anything\-nothing, only able to endure the pain in silence. 

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    The sun did not rise so brightly, gray clouds covered from the rest of the trail of last night's unfinished rain. Things got under control, but Nadila and Mayassah had no idea where her father was taking the Nazis.

Nazwa who had just exited the room had his forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Was it a mess? Dad has gone home. You guys don't eat? That food on the table isn't closed anymore? Anything on?" a series of questions that got a pillow from Nadila.

"Diem deck, sono eat. Enter the room again better," asked Nadila.

"What the hell," Nazwa protested. Before the commotion started again, Mayassah did not comment on them. He left both of them. He felt the need to calm the heart, it was not good if it had to be repeated like just now. Nazwa is increasingly confused, wanting to ask questions but Nadila leaves. 

     Mayassah is now in the room, her eyes are watery, she sits on the edge of the bed. 

 For my wife, for me, 

    This morning the sun is not as bright as the first day when our qobul ijab is spoken. The clouds are gray, nature seems to be sad. Ye know? Now I feel like I have support, after years of hurting myself to fulfill the wishes of loved ones. There are many things you do not know that I hide. Sorry if I was presumptuous, the horizon has now allowed me to be forthright, the evidence seems to understand with a heart that is always sad. The chirping of birds is like the sound of your heart not receiving, I understand. But do you know? Who suffers the most. See the high mountain that is always praised with a million mysteries and beauty, sometimes humans forget the land that sustains. Where the trail is. Naziya my son, son of your friend. Someone I only told you at a glance that he's the son of a woman I love so much. He's Shakila's son, your best friend. Again I say. This is the biggest mistake I made, before the day I decided to ask you. She came, at first I was so happy that even forgetting to hug her, she held back. "Sister, do you remember Mayassah." When I heard your name, I was fed up, again and again. Continuing and repeating, I know you and she are both indistinguishable women of her class, but my heart is already irritated she keeps saying, Mayassah likes you marry her. Obviously I like him not you, but Shakila was always as stubborn as the Nazis. The discussion got to the point, he did not want to hurt you because you have helped him a lot he did not feel good. He did not want to marry me, he offered me a wedding invitation that I also patis. My heart was angry, broken, why could he be so evil, without hearing it again I went into the house. That same day I promised to fulfill his request. Just for revenge, I will hurt you, but after my marriage, I momentarily forgot the intention because of the breadth of your science and good temper that kept me from reaching my heart. About the heart, still often hurt and I admit even I always cry when I remember about it. Two years of marriage went well, until the birth of our beautiful, Nadila. A year Nadila grew up, I met her. She still looks beautiful, the university alma mater I know she's wearing. My jaw is hardened, what does this all mean. Isn't he married? Why does she look like a student. I was out of town, in the same town as he was. I was not rash, I asked directly. For 6 months or so I searched for the fact, until one message that was on HP attracted my attention.  It, ith, 

 Mayassah fell over to me a picture of her and her husband on the nightstand, after she accidentally read the upside-down paper with roses on her side.

"Prlangg... Kringhg... Tuttt-tuttt." the voice of the mobile phone rang.

"Yes my own! What's up?" Mayassah. He cried out in a scream, grabbing the bag that was above the rough cash. Najwa, who was in the living room, saw his mother go to rush after him. Her cries were still visible, after an hour she was in the room.

"Sister, mamah went away crying," cried Najwa. Nadila who was in her room came out, she chased after Najwa who had been chasing her mother.

Mayassah opens the car with one bang, Nadila and Najwa infiltrate without speaking in the back seat.

About two hours into the trip, they arrived at the hospital. Nadila was stiff, what was this, and her heart asked, but Mayassah had abandoned them first, running like a broken hearted man, wanting to dodge but could not.

"Sorry, there's a patient named Rudi. In which room?" ask Mayassah.

"But ma'am, in the ER next to the operating room" he replied. Najwa's still stalking, not asking much questions. He kept holding his brother's hand.

"Ka, I'm scared. Why did you come here," he said. Nadila just shook her head, her legs continued to step following her mamahannya from behind.

"Don't you know how my husband is doing?" Mayassah confronted the doctor who had just come out of the room, after she was in exactly.

"With Maya's mother, huh? Sorry I have to say with a heavy heart that his life is not helped, but the mother's child, can. Only, now that he needed intensive care, there were some of his nerve veins that barely functioned. I will optimize as much as possible, although the memory of the past will be difficult for him to remember can not even." The doctor delivered his message with a bow, how not? Rudi is his friend and he knows exactly all the stories he goes through.

Adrift of a much different age, does not make Haris reluctant with Rudi. He had regarded Rudi as a brother, a friend as well as a father. His figure that always strengthens him when he is down, complains of fatigue because of his profession as a doctor and still fairly young has obtained extraordinary achievements. At 12.00 noon Rudi was buried. The Nazis were still unconscious. Since that day turned darker, Mayassah did not know what to do. Part of him feels lost, part of him feels guilty and part of him always feels pain.

Naziya regained consciousness a month later, but his memory was completely paralyzed. Mayassah was happy, but had to be sad too. Since then things have changed, even though life is going on as usual. Nadila who sometimes blames herself, the end of the story is bad considering the breakup with her father. He was slapped first, before getting his embrace again, he left without saying goodbye. Naziya who does not remember anything, other than the doll he always held did not want to be released.

Najwa bears witness in silence, and views his family life in confusion, sadness and misunderstanding. No matter how much Mayassah loved Naziya, she could not, sometimes there were whispers telling her to hurt him. Eventually the Nazis were exiled. Haris always took the time to look at them, smiling bitterly when quiet he always got when he first stepped foot in their home.

Naziya was always alone, Haris only met him once after that never again. Until Haris moved overseas, it was cut off. Mayassah who never got to see him again she didn't know. Dark, empty and empty Mayassah educates her children with the situation, not making her children as unkempt, but cold attitude is ingrained because of the emptiness of the soul, he said, one more message that her husband conveyed even though he was not required to do. Looking for Shakila's whereabouts, whether she's alive or dead. Football lunge after the death of Rudi became the leader of his company is still difficult and results have not been obtained after 8 years running, almost tired of telling his connection. Mayassah always locked herself up, which happened she lamented. Reading the dear sheets of her husband and best friend that she had given, finally always makes the fire spirit.

The Nazis remained the same, alienated and as it was not considered, though it was still fine. Naziya who turned 14 years old just understood, sometimes he cried in silence when asking for attention in the way Mayassah always refused.

"Well, Naziya sa-" cut off Mayassah

"Just like aunty, you're busy" but when you see Nadila and Najwa

"Silent brother with mamah aja, let's go." he invited, Naziya left alone. She was crying hugging her beloved doll. "Bi I don't want to go to school, I'm sick," she complained. Aunt stroked Naziya's hair.

"It's hot non, ouch. Just get a doctor, yes" Auntie Pinta.

"No bi, auntie just accompany me. Here's a hug," the Nazis turned it all over to Auntie, the person they've been working with for a long time. Aunt secretly always cried her heart, when she saw the Nazis. After the death of her male employer, she felt different.