My Wife's Shopping Money was taken by My Mother
Section 17

A psychiatric examination will be conducted today. Niar and I left early in the morning after leaving the children to Mak Elin.

Arriving at the hospital, we need a list of poly, the intended is mental health poly. Lucky to get the number two queue.

While waiting for the doctor to come, I clasped Niar's hand. I hope she can calm down and tell me everything she feels.

"How, Honey? Can you do it later?"

Niar nodded in agreement.

Before long, my wife's name was called. We rushed into the doctor's office. His name is Doctor Saptadji.

"Excuse me, Doctor, my wife wants to see a doctor" I said.

"Good, Sir. Come in, please" he said.

The doctor greeted us kindly. He also appreciated us who dared to come to a psychiatrist. Although many responses are skewed about consulting a psychiatrist. There are times when psychiatric help is needed by someone.

After that the doctor asked Niar to fill in data on name, occupation, marital status, employment history, and others. Maybe the doctor wants to know the patient's data first.

Then the doctor immediately asked from the data that had been filled out earlier, Niar responded. Niar tells little by little about himself.

Then Niar told her how he felt at this moment. He said he sometimes could not sleep, often sad for a long time, no spirit, and then once crossed wanted to strangle Farhan.

I was surprised to hear my wife's words, but I tried not to give a negative reaction. I, sitting not far from him, listened carefully.

"Doctor, I live like in n*raka. My husband never cared for me" those were the last words Niar said. After that she cried, and did not want to tell any more.

Then the doctor calmed Niar down, I helped him by hugging, while shuffling his veil.

"Prophey, honey. There I am here. You must be strong and survive!"

Does not feel clear lips wet both corners of these eyes. I can't usually cry. Remembering Niar's words just now that I thought I didn't care about him.

'Is that the sadness and hardship all this time?' i'm entangling.

The doctor gave up the consultation this time. Seeing the psychic condition of Niar that does not allow to continue the question.

Then the doctor came to the conclusion he told me. While Niar tried to be calmed by the sisters at another table not far from me.

"Father's wife leads to depression. I haven't been able to catch much. You heard it yourself if your wife thinks you don't care about her."

"Yes, Doc. But, Doc. Can depression be cured?"

"could. That's why I prescribed medicine for my wife. Consul again after a week," said the doctor while writing a prescription for Niar later.

"Alright, Doc. Thank ye. Oya, for the medicine will it be okay if consumed continuously?" my many.

"Yes, must, sir. We'll evaluate each week."

"My wife used to take a sedative, Doc."

"If the consumption by prescription insya Allah is safe, sir. What my wife drank before should be stopped because such drugs must be prescribed by a doctor" explained Dr. Saptadji.

"Oh so, Doc!"

"You need to know the drug I prescribed it can be said anti-depressant drugs. This medicine does not cure depression. This drug only controls or reduces symptoms of depression or lowers the severity of depression suffered by the father's wife," explained the doctor again.

"But, Doc. I want my wife to be completely cured of this depression. Can't you?"

"Can, Sir. From within, trying to heal. So after taking the drug is expected to stable emotions so that the father's wife is motivated to recover from depression. But it's not for a minute, it could take a long time. Need patience from your own father's wife or father."

'Deg.'

'O Allah, my wife's healing struggle has just begun. And this is only a fraction of a percent of the process, my inner self.

"Good, Doc. Please help the doctor too."

"Sus, bring Miss Niar here!"

Niar and sister are coming. The doctor said something.

"Later I ask Bu Niar to write down the various feelings that appear in the next week. We will discuss when we meet."

"Okay, Doc" answered my wife.

"Sir Doctor, we'll excuse you first, because maybe our session is over."

"Good, healthy always father and mother!"

"Together, Doc!" my answer.

We're out of the room. Then go to the pharmacy to make up for the drugs prescribed by the doctor.

We waited in the reserved seats in front of the Pharmacy.

"Sir, after this we ask for a letter to lose the ATM to the police, then we go to the Bank! Did you bring your savings book and ID card? All print out your savings book, because I'm curious you use it for what money I give you," I said, holding both hands.

"Why, Deck?"

"It's okay, Bang," he said.

"But the one you asked was brought?"

"Yes," he said.

It turns out waiting for drugs is not as easy as imagined. The recipe must be paid, because it is not covered BPJS.

Before long, my wife's name was called. Then I paid some money for the drug.

"You must be laper, we'll eat first, Dek! We just went to the police station" I said.

"Yes, Bang."

We ate first in a restaurant, then headed to Polsek. There made a letter of loss of ATM to be given to the Bank and replaced with a new ATM later.

We headed to the bank, it was closed. When I look at the clock, the time shows at 15:10 WIB.

"Sorry, Sir. Closed off. Tomorrow again. God willing, we open at 08:00." A security guard kindly told us.

"Good, sir."

We also went home. While tomorrow Friday, the last chance this week to go to the bank.

"Sir, we'll be here again tomorrow morning. You bring more equipment for tomorrow."

Niar nodded, then we continued on our way home.

Don't forget I stopped by to buy my son Icha's favorite bread, and baby food for Farhan.

We talked first in a park, I want to extract further information from Niar.

"Daddy, you really don't have any money right now?" ask me after paying for everything I bought.

"No, Bang."

"Where are the money? You donated?"

"The honest answer. There's nobody here. You're free to talk to me, Dek!" I made my wife's face look at me, our eyes looking at each other. "Speak it, Deck!"

"Mmc ... I'm scared!"

"Fear what?"

"Later my family knew I was an ungodly ghost" he said, looking down.

"Who said that? Mommy?" ask directly.

Niar flinching.

"Who? Isn't she my mom?"

Then Niar nodded slowly.

Oh God, this is what my wife is going through. He deserves to be depressed like this.

I can't stop thinking, I can do this. I gave my mother rations every month.

"Dec, all taken by mom?"

"There's 500 grand, every month."

Mother ... He should be our guardian for his children. It was my mother who plunged her daughter-in-law into this.

"I'm sorry, Deck. I've been insensitive to this all along. I promise you, I'll finish it all. You must be healthy yes, so I can make up for my mistakes all this time" I said.

I hugged my wife. I whispered an apology to him many times. Even though I know it won't be able to treat the wounds he's been suffering from.

I have to make a calculation with Mom. Mother who's been hurting my wife all this time.

"Yes, we're home now. Bang Deni should talk to mom right now!"

"Don't! What kind of threat will mom pose?"

"Don't listen to the threat!" I said. "I'll protect you!"

"I'm scared!" He hugged me while crying.

"Don't be afraid. We're gonna face it together, Dek!"

Seriate