The Successor's Wife of the President
visiting a psychiatrist

Secretary Tomi seems to focus on driving with a straight forward gaze. Where the road has begun to solid, both four-wheeled and two-wheeled vehicles.

Even the bus stop is also crowded by passengers who are willing to berjubal in order not to be late to their destination.

Some hawkers or buskers are already on alert waiting for the traffic lights to turn red.

Secretary Tomi's car also stopped in the middle of the density of the road. The cars snaking behind him were also front. Yes, Jakarta is jammed is common. Especially in his hours employees leave for work in the morning and go home, in the afternoon.

On one side Arga daydreamed of his behavior this morning on Arum. The man with the look in his eyes firmly stared straight out the window.

"Pffftt.." as he closed his mouth, the man suddenly laughed even though he was slightly held back.

Tomi peeked out of the rearview mirror. It looks like his master is still staring at the side glass, making Tomi curious to also turn his head as well. Ascertaining what could make the man behind it suddenly laugh.

Secretary Tomi is a beggar who has no arms and no legs.

When did Mr Arga laugh at that? (Tomie)

Back the look of his eyes circulated, but nothing was found that made him think it was natural for his parents to laugh.

Back he glanced at the center rearview, Arga still did not shift the slightest bit of his position. Once again his expression changed, he looked at me. It was like something made him sad.

Indeed, lately Arga increasingly easily change the mood like that. Suddenly laughs to himself and knows sadly.

Tomi cleared a moment. "Emmm, sir sorry. I think what Mr. Commissioner Arman suggested is good."

Her eye seeds are sliding. "You mean?"

"Maybe you have to set a schedule with a psychiatrist" he replied cautiously.

"You think I'm crazy?"

"Emmm, it's not like that. And yet?"

"However?" Glancing sharp.

"No, Mister..." Tomi did not dare to continue and spoke if his master really needed a consultation with a psychiatric specialist.

The man in the back sighed, leaning his head against the backseat.

I'm not crazy. Just thinking between the girl and Alieee. Makes me change my mood.

It is true for a moment Arga can laugh when remembering the regret of Arumi who tried to keep smiling in order to follow the rules. But a moment later the silhouette of Alicia's face resuscitated her. It was as if coming back made him feel a sense of loss.

Often guilt arises, if He laughs because of Arumi.

Want to be made like anything. That girl and my Alie are different. Clearly the real Alie couldn't disappear from my mind. But why am I happy to see that feigned expression. And yet he was upset...

"Yeah..." Arga sighed, rubbing the face with a movement of his hand up. Then gripped for a moment his head which suddenly remembered the figure of Arumi was smiling while clenching his hands.

No Alie, I did not betray you. I smiled not because the girl made me happy, but because your face was on her. I'm happy because of you. That's a real fact.

His mind tries to deny the reality. That the shadows of Arumi are starting to dominate.

Secretary Tomi glanced back but a moment later looked back to the front.

***

Two weeks later in the afternoon...

Arga glanced at his watch. It seemed to be riled up, after waiting for a long time in the private room of a Psychiatrician. Even he had finished one cup of coffee, making the Vice President Director of this hospital feel bad.

"Is He still long?" Upset asked that to the Deputy Director.

"Should be any minute. Or you want to go home first. We'll prepare your personal schedule with Doctor Aska."

"Ck! I'm already here. You want me to go home?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Duck. Arga looked towards Tomi.

"It's all because of you!" Facing Tomi with a cynical look. While the accused looked a little stunned but then looked back down. "For you to constantly tell me to consult, I'm wasting a lot of my time!"

"I'm sorry I'm guilty, sir," Tomi replied.

I suggest you set a schedule. Not coming on like this, sir. Lucky doctor is a practice, if on leave how? You will blame me even more... (Tomi seems to suck in the heart.)

The man dodged, as boredom grew. His eyes were circling around. Look at the longest photos on the wall. Certificates and all. The focus is on a sign that says Doctor Aska Biantara. SpKJ.

I'm not crazy, but why in the end I follow Grandpa's advice and instead have sat on the sofa in the private room of a psychiatrist. Even stupidly I want to wait for the Doctor to finish the practice for almost half an hour, God damn it!

Arga grumbled in his heart. He was willing to cancel his last schedule in order to be able to consult immediately. But in reality, it came at an inopportune time.

Before long the door was knocked from the outside before it opened. Enter a young doctor. The man politely smiled.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Arga. Sorry, you have to wait long enough because I am practicing with a small number of patients" he said with a friendly smile. He stretched out his right hand later.

"You should have put me first. While I can pay you more than them," he said haughtily. Without shaking the doctor's hand. Aska commented on the smile pulling back her hands before sitting politely.

"Maybe it applies to others. Not with me, sir. Because to me all my patients are the same status. Unless you set the meeting schedule ahead of time outside practice hours, I'll definitely prioritize..."

"Curtain! You think I'm a mental patient like the others?" Arga did not take it seriously. Because he understands who Doctor Aska is, just by listening to his profile from Tomi. The man rubbed his hair back. The doctor smiled back.

"I get. The point is I was happy when you came here, Mr. Arga," he said kindly.

"Have this in mind, I came here just for a consultation. Not that I have a psychiatric disorder," he later told. Aska nodded again still maintaining her friendly smile.

"Yes .. yes, sir. Take it easy, because all my patients must have claimed to be sane," he murmured later.

"Hey, what did you say?!"

"Hahaha.I'm sorry I was just kidding. Now you can tell me first anything you feel, I'll listen." Doctor Aska was already preparing with his notebook.

"Basic rancid bastard!" To his feet, who was responded to with the casual laughter of Doctor Aska.

Arga. Loosen the tie then before starting to tell it all. While Doctor Aska looked serious to the mangosteen, listening carefully also noted the most important parts as the ingredients of his anamnesis.