MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 145 COUNSELING

Mila just grimaced. It didn't seem to have the heart if he commented even though he was only joking.

"What matters is that now you are conscious. And it looks like your husband will accept you again, Ar," said Mila after a long silence.

"I'm not sure, Mil." I still doubt the seriousness of Arka's body after later knowing that my blood test results are positive.

"Why aren't you sure?" ask Mila.

"Come, Mil. My heart says it like that" I said.

"Look at the truth, Ar. Don't trust your own feelings too much. It could have been wrong" Mila said.

"I just want to be with my son, Mil. If the Arka mas will choose another woman, go ahead." I felt my eyes dew.

"Don't do it, Ar. Don't waste the opportunity. You're good to have a husband and children. While me? I don't have anyone else" Mila said.

"Don't you still have parents?" my many.

"Yes. I still have parents. But I never had them. Their homes are a mess. I'm a broken home product. They chose to live alone. And I've been shown since I was a kid."

Mila's eyes began to glaze over. I never thought at all.

"I they leave it to someone else. Foster parents who are no better than them" continued Mila.

"Don't do it, Mil. How much they've contributed to you, right?" I'm trying to raise Mila's heart.

"Serviced? Took a hand for what? Sell me to a striped-nose man?" mila Sahut.

I was stunned to hear it. My brain can't understand Mila's words either.

"They sold me, Ar. And after they got a lot of money, they grabbed me. Because I refused to make them slaves!" continued Mila.

"Slave? What slave?" my question is getting confused.

"Love slave! Also slaves in their homes and money-making machines for them!"

How I say Mila. I never thought of it at all.

"I'm gonna ask you a question, Mil. Once you get a better job, why are you still doing it?"

Actually, I'm worried that Mila will be on her back. But I was curious and understood Mila's past.

"Come, Ar. Ever since I decided to walk away from them and live alone, I've increasingly felt like I had no purpose in life. Especially the people I once loved, never cared about me. He prefers other women." Mila lowered her face.

He looks very hurt. Even like he's hurt more than me.

"Already, Mil. Forget about the past. Now is the time to think about the future. I don't know what kind of future. At least we'll go well first."

Sentences that don't seem to come out of nowhere. My own life is more chaotic than Mila.

Before long, Arka's coming. He brought some cold drinks.

Mila wiped her tears.

"It." Arka gave it to me. I took one for Mila.

"When is your turn?" ask me Arka.

"Not yet, Mom," I replied.

Mas Arka sat beside me. Mila just shut up. He preoccupied himself with a plastic glass filled with his favorite juice.

For some reason, Arka bought her the juice that Mila liked. As far as I know, Arka just got to know Mila.

My name was finally called first. I say goodbye to Mila and Mas Arka.

"Yes. Praying away. Hopefully the results are negative" said Mas Arka.

I walk with the spirit I force. To be honest, this is the most stressful blood test for me.

Arriving in a room where there was only one doctor, I was welcome to sit down.

"Mom wait in that room first huh? Waiting for your turn for counseling. If you have any questions, please ask the doctor there." The doctor pointed at a room that looked quiet.

The doctor in question, probably a psychologist. He will certainly provide support to patients like me.

While waiting for the doctor to come, I walked around looking at the poster with various writings that supported us.

From a window I saw Arka's mas talking to Mila. They no longer sit far apart.

Mila was already sitting close. Even his body stuck to the shoulder of the Arka mas.

And before long, she was crying on Arka's shoulder. Is it so sad Mila that she cries again? Why do they seem so familiar?

"Good day, Mom." A doctor came in and greeted me.

"Oh. Ja. Good day too, Doc," I said.

He let me sit. And he was also sitting across the table.

He introduced himself to Yoga. I call him a Yoga Doctor. Even though he said he felt more comfortable if I just called his name.

He asked me to tell a story. At first he told me a lot about his patients.

Then slowly he picked up the story from me. I was hesitant to tell it. But his friendly attitude, made me open up all my problems.

Yoga shakes the head. He really does listen to all my stories.

"It's interesting, Ar. Can I just call your name? It seems that our age is not too far away" said Yoga.

"Nothing interesting at all, Ga. Even disgusting. And ending? It hurts a lot," I said.

"No. No. No. There is no disgusting way of life. There must be a way out. And as long as you have the chance, we can try to fix it."

Yoga has encouraged me. He can always answer my concerns.

"okay, Ar. Our time is enough. This is my hape number. I hope we don't see each other here again. But out there." Yoga handed me a business card.

"Thank you, Ga. Excuse me first."

Yoga smiled at me. So sweet. Very friendly doctor. His patients must have lingered with him.

"Mother, wait outside huh? Soon the results of his blood check came out," said the nurse who was in the registration section.

"Yes, Sus. Thank you." Thank you." I walked towards the Arka mas. He sat alone. I don't know where Mila is.

"Where's Mila, Mas?" my many.

"Bust in. How'd it go?" ask me Arka.

"Yet. I'll be out soon" I replied.

"Have you been inside? How long is it?"

"There's a little counseling, Mas. Is Arka tired?" manyworry.

"No. Wh why? Don't you like me waiting here?"

I looked at the face of Arka. Why did he start again?

I just shook my head. Although I was upset, I better shut up.

My brain and my feelings can't be compromised.

Actually I also want to ask why Mila was crying. But Arka's cold demeanor makes me uncomfortable.

"Mas, I'm hungry. Where is the canteen?" I was looking for an excuse not to talk to him.

"I'm taking it." Mas Arka stood up and preceded me to walk. I snorted in annoyance. His intention to avoid even follow. Maybe he's hungry too.

Lazily, I followed him.