Will Never Let You Go
Psychologists

After looking for information here and there, a week later Darma finally found a psychologist who felt suitable. And this afternoon, after office hours were over the man set foot in a private hospital with his son and wife.

"Shila doesn't want to be injected!" The daughter who was taken by her parents suddenly stopped her steps. Ashila who is now much bigger knows very well what place it is. He would be taken into a room, asked and offered this, until finally a syringe broke through his arm. Nah! He doesn't want to.

"No. Ashila won't be injected, honey." Ara tried to calm down. She and her husband never thought this would happen.

"Mommy lied!" Ashila's lips were already shaking, ready to cry.

"Mommy doesn't lie. If Mami's lying, Papi's gonna buy Ashila ice chocolate." Darma wants something so that his daughter does not tantrum.

"The big!"

"Yes." Yeah." Darma answered steadily while glancing at his wife. Besides, he's not lying. So, his son's wish to be able to drink ice chocolate will not be realized.

The little family continued their steps. After asking security, they arrived in front of the room in question. Darma first knocked on the door that read Irina Dewi, S.Psi, M.Psi before then opening it slowly.

A woman in her early 40s welcomed the family with a warm smile. They sat face to face with Ashila sitting on Ara's lap.

The consultation session lasted approximately thirty minutes. Of course with the question Darma dominates.

The explanation of Irina is actually not much different from what most Ara read on the internet. He could not get used to Ashila doing everything with the right hand because it could interfere with brain development and concentration of learning the child. However, there are some things that slowly still have to teach Ara to remember it is related to manners. For example, when the child takes food, eats, and shakes hands with others.

"Bapi, the chocolate ice!" ashila exclaimed as they passed through the hospital canteen.

"Es chocolate?" Darma's forehead furrowed until his eyebrows almost fused together.

"So Papi said he wanted to buy Shila ice chocolate. That's what they sell!" The boy pointed to a stand that sold various kinds of drinks.

"Ashila was good, yeah. Papi said he would buy Ashila a drink if Mami lied. Didn't Mami lie?"

The boy shook his head.

"Ashila wasn't injected?"

Back Ashila shook her head, but the difference with lips was throbbing.

"But Shila is thirsty .. want to drink something sweet."

Darma glanced at his wife. Ara roared the horse. Ashila's words were like photocopies of a sentence she often used when opposing her husband's words.

"In the car there's a drink, honey." Finally Ara let out a sound.

Ara melengos's. "Love, man, Mas. He will continue if he is not followed."

"Who's kayak?" Darma is seductive.

"His father!" ara answered, then went first.

Darma who was following his wife with Ashila just chuckled.

"Would you like it, Mom?" Ara looked back, offering her husband.

"No. We have a glass together," said Darma still teasing.

Ara's nose kempis hear it. While grunting quietly, he turned his head back and ordered two cups of strawberry milk.

Not until five minutes drinks order Ara was so. The woman then crouched down to give one of them to her daughter. "Ashila wants this?" He showed off strawberry milk on his right hand.

"Maouu." Ashila cheered happily as she tried to grab him as her mother occasionally held the drink up high.

"Ashila, listen to Mami first. Mami will love this, but Ashila she must use her right hand, huh? Where is Ashila's right hand?"

"It!" The boy held out his right hand.

"Goody!" With a fluffy smile Ara handed over her daughter's strawberry milk.

Ashila smiled happily. Soon he thrust out a straw and drank the drink until it was a quarter gone. It seems that the boy is really thirsty. While the father of the child also really realized his words. Shamelessly, Darma always snatched the strawberry milk cup that belonged to Ara shortly after the woman drank. And so on until they reached the lobby, Darma stopped.

The man contacted Mr. Surip to head to the lobby immediately, while his wife and son sat in the chair provided. Just as Ara landed her buttocks, her gaze immediately fell on a couple who had just gotten out of the car. The Eagle and Ajeng. Ara smiled faintly seeing the Eagle was really so good at treating Ajeng. In his heart, he was also relieved because if the Eagle can bring Ajeng to the hospital it means that the man has got borrowed money.

"Babe! Honey!"

Ara blinked her eyes as Darma touched her shoulder.

"What's concerned, anyway?" Darma followed his wife's point of view.

"Don't see anything. Shila, go!" Ara turned her gaze and reached out to her daughter.

Darma had a quick glance at his wife before they walked towards the car that had not long arrived in front of the lobby.