
Believe in many things that sometimes make a person cover up what he feels. They think too many words not solve the problem but make it worse.
~JBlack
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Abraham rubbed his brother's head gently. It's been a week since Bia was hospitalized. No one knows anything about Bia. Almeera, Bara and Jonathan.
By Bia's orders. Abraham kept his promise. He's hiding everything. Hiding this big event from his parents. He didn't want to make his sister hate him.
The regret of yesterday's incident just so hit him. Moreover, having to add to Bia's anger made him not want it to happen.
"Your wounds from childhood are too many, Bi," Abraham cried with tears.
The wound on the tip of Bia's lips and the bruise on her forehead began to fade. However, the fading of the wound did not make everything disappear.
"You keep trying to be a strong girl" Abraham added with his hands rubbing his sister's head.
Bia who was disturbed certainly began to open her eyes. The first glance was that she saw the face of her brother who was staring at her. He could see the tear marks on his brother's cheek.
"Did you bother you?" Abraham stopped his hand movements.
Bia shaking. He took Abraham's hand and rubbed it.
"Would you like to eat?" Ask Abraham gently.
Bia shaking. "He's still full."
"Drink?"
"No, Bang. Bia is not thirsty" replied Bia slowly.
Abraham nodded. He raised his other hand and grasped the hand of his sister who was holding his hand earlier.
"Thank you, Bang" said Bia quietly. "Thank you for following Bia's request."
Abraham looked into his brother's eyes. The usual bright shining eyes now look one. There is no life and no bright lights anymore. It was as if grief and wounds had filled him.
"But Brother will still report Semi. Brother… "
"He just doesn't want this problem to be known to our family. Especially Mom and Dad," Sela Bia quietly.
Abraham seemed to take his breath so deeply. He nodded his head. Accepting his sister's request. A heavy and also large demand on his shoulders.
"could. Whatever Bia asked for. Will you do it" replied Abraham quietly. "The important. Bia Abang don't change. Tell me what Bia feels. Bia has to go back to being the original Bia. Okay?"
Bia just fell silent. She did not answer but only received a hug from her brother from the side. Abraham was completely destroyed.
Her sister has changed.
He had become a cold person.
No more Bia who used to be. Bia who was warm and cheerful.
***
"Don't forget to take the patient to a psychiatrist, sir," said the doctor quietly in front of Bia's room.
"All right, Doc."
"The patient was brought in not because he was mentally ill. It's just, so that what the patient feels can be expressed."
Abraham nodded. He was treating the doctor who had been taking care of his sister for a week.
"Thank you very much, Doc."
"Together."
After everything is done. Abraham finally entered the room. He saw his wife had finished packing Bia's clothes, himself and Aufa into the bag.
"Are you ready, honey?" Abraham asked Aufa.
The father-to-be hugged Aufa's waist. Swiping that distended stomach slowly.
"Hello son of Papa. Well-healthy well," whispered Abraham with his face that looks impatient waiting for his future son born.
"Already, Honey. Let's go home!" Take Aufa slowly.
~Connected