The Hated Husband
Traumatizing

Jonathan

A young boy just turned 13 on his way home with his mother. A carefree smile appeared on the child's face, as well as the mother who had continued to smile, today she kept her promise to pick the son home with her on the day of elementary school graduation. Not that the boy was spoiled, but because the mother rarely spent time with him, she wanted to occasionally be able to spend time with the mother even if only briefly.

Emery is a designer, the demands of the profession make the woman become very busy, eventually the son becomes less attention. In the luxurious house, the son spent time in the big house with enough money and gadget equipment so that he was entertained and did not feel lonely. His parents rarely spent time with him because of his busy life. Usually the child also often goes out of the house and spends time with his friends, often his friends also play to his house.

But today, the boy wants to spend time with his mother. They sit in the back seat. During the trip, they continued to chat, occasionally the child joked making the mother could not help laughing because of her son's ridiculous jokes. But the happiness did not last long, a truck from the front lost control, the truck driver got off the steering wheel because of drunk, finally the truck hit the car driven by the mother and child.

Shouts came out of the mother's mouth, a moment later it all darkened. Everyone who saw the accident immediately ran to the scene, trying to save everyone in the car.

The siren ambulance read, the mother and child were rushed to hospital. The child was rescued, but injured on the forehead so it needs to be bandaged. While the mother was in a state of blood. The doctor came out of the icu room. Patting the shoulder of the man before him who had been waiting for a long time outside the room.

"Sorry, I tried. But God wants something else" said the doctor

The man was silent, tears flowing from the corner of his eyes. Entering the icu room, staring at the pale face of the beloved wife, and crying as it happens. Then kissed his forehead before the white cloth covered his wife.

***

"Dad, where's mom?"

"...."

"Dad, why are you quiet?"

"Jo, strengthen your heart. Your mother, it's quiet there."

"Dad what the hell is that talking about?"

"Your mother, she, can't be saved." the father said softly, trying to explain so that his son would not be shocked.

"Dad, I asked, where's mom? Why are you talking so unclear?"

The father hugged his son who started crying.

"Dad's sorry, I can't do anything."

***

With a gasp of breath, Jo woke up from her sleep, her face covered in cold sweat. Take the water on the nightstand, gulp it down. Then put it back. Jo rubbed his head in frustration, leaning against the head of the bed. Those terrible past events are still reflected in his memory, and cause him to suffer from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). After experiencing the event, Jo often experiences anxiety disorders. Making him have to undergo psychotherapy, even doctors have given antidepressants for several months, up to almost a year but the effort is futile.

"Until when I'm like this. I just want to live." Jo sighed tiredly with her eyes closed, she was already tired of continuing to take sedatives. Plus, thinking about his broken home because his wife left him.

***

Elsewhere

Dev drove Maria home. They got off the car together. Maria opens the door and turns on the lights, Dev is shocked to find his girlfriend living in a simple rented house.

"Please come in."

Mary invited Dev to sit on the carpet, they sat face to face at a small table before them.

"This is how it is, there are no tables and chairs."

"It's okay, I salute you for being independent." Dev smiled

"Dev, are you sure you want to stay with me?"

Dev looked at Maria inside, then grabbed Maria's right hand and grasped her gently.

"Until you ask me a thousand times my answer remains the same, I want to live with you."

Mary's eyes glazed over her lover's heartfelt words, Dev's hands rested on the table, leaning against Mary, gently dipping her lover's lips, they closed each other's eyes, channeling longing that has long stifled the chest. The small table became a barrier between them to hug each other. But did not undo Mary's intention to wrap her arms around her lover's neck.

The sound of tongues rang out, mutually murmuring and sipping. Both of them again felt the kasmaran in the drunkenness of kepayang. A moment later, Dev took off his pagutan, rubbing the lips of the lover who was quite wet because of the game. Staring at the honey bead was sad, before re-dipping his lips at a glance.

Seriate